<?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-8535057459947381902</id><updated>2012-01-17T19:57:19.832+05:30</updated><category term='Medical Humor'/><category term='Poetic thoughts'/><category term='Views about Life n etc'/><category term='People in My Life'/><category term='Just for laughs'/><category term='Year End Memoirs'/><category term='Interviews'/><category term='Dudes In Love Series'/><category term='Diary Pages'/><category term='Love Fiction'/><category term='Pic Prompt'/><category term='Happy Moments'/><category term='Trips amp; Outings'/><category term='Dark Fiction'/><category term='Random Scribbles'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Drowning in blue'/><category term='55 fiction'/><category term='Arun Gyan'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Spider in My Heart'/><category term='Healthcare'/><category term='About Arun'/><category term='Love advice'/><title type='text'>Cupid's Lunatic</title><subtitle type='html'>My world, My love, My lies…</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4510715208328222961</id><published>2011-12-25T08:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:51:19.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'>5 things that annoyed me this year !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;T'is the season to use the word t'is instead of it's. Merry Christmas everyone :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to my post..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;#5ThingsThatAnnoyedMeThisYear - tweet meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;#5ThingsThatAnnoyedMeThisYear - &lt;b&gt;Staff nurses at the hospital.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;No work, No patient care. Just warming up the seats until duty ends ! #Bleddy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;#5ThingsThatAnnoyedMeThisYear - &lt;b&gt;Chennai traffic !&lt;/b&gt; When apple introduces personalized jetpacks, I'm soo standing in the front of the queue !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;#5ThingsThatAnnoyedMeThisYear - &lt;b&gt;iPhone 4&lt;/b&gt;. yup, broke it twice. Network issues. no option for a only 3G mode n Airtel EDGE sucks !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;#5ThingsThatAnnoyedMeThisYear- &lt;b&gt;FDI not getting implemented.&lt;/b&gt; Stupid politicians! Y U no listen to Manmohan ji the only time he decides to talk ?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;#5ThingsThatAnnoyedMeThisYear- &lt;b&gt;Friends who RT stupid tweets &amp;nbsp;just cos they are tweeted by pretty girls&lt;/b&gt;, which clogs up my timeline ! :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, Staff nurses top the list ! All they did while I was an intern in the govt hospital was just maintain records n check whether nothing gets stolen. Yup, they will be posted in night duties n yes, they will get heavily annoyed when anyone disturbs their sleep ! Also they have a bunch of trainee nurses to get work from, yet the only work they are asked to do is to run between wards to get signs in records n stuff and keep things clean. Have to blame the stupid old British 'keeping a record of everything' paperwork system &amp;nbsp;mainly !! yep, NHS has changed everything in UK, nope, we still follow the failed system which they taught us 60 years back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVED the iPhone 4 until it broke the first time for a fall of just 1 feet !! n Thy marketed it as 'Helicopter glass' !! &amp;nbsp;Kids have toy helicopters with better stability. &amp;nbsp;:( &amp;nbsp;Also the network issues n death grip sucks. No feature to be in a only 3G mode sucked too.. mainly cos Airtel EDGE is slower than me on a lazy sunday ! Anyways, I'm happy with my android now. Full control baby ! :D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sooo looked forward to the FDI in Retail.Hmmm.. atleast the 100% FDI in single brand retail scrapped thro.. yay !! Welcome IKEA n GAP. &amp;nbsp;Also cheaper Adidas n Reebok n KFC n Sony products I hope. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, End of blabber. life update = things have been good with me.. "This is My December" has been my theme song of late. yup, that good ! &amp;nbsp;More on that later, very very later ! :P &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-4510715208328222961?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4510715208328222961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=4510715208328222961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4510715208328222961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4510715208328222961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-things-that-annoyed-me-this-year.html' title='5 things that annoyed me this year !'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2688114390349913540</id><published>2011-11-24T21:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:36:31.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>15 weird habits tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yay !! time to reanimate mera blog'u ! Got an awesome tag full of narcissism from &lt;a href="http://myorangepalette.blogspot.com/2011/11/15-weird-habits-tag.html"&gt;KofyKat&lt;/a&gt;. Yup, It was an offer I couldn't refuse. Narcissism goes well with me. chah ! &amp;nbsp;Here I was, going to fill a tag n I've started blabbering about me already :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here goes the tag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. What's a nickname only your family calls you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arunachalam. My late grandma and an aunt used to call me that. Mom tells me she used to call me 'Thanga paanai' (Golden pot) when I was in pre school. I was a fatty back then I think. Now, everybody just calls me 'Arunu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. What's a weird habit of yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crack my knuckles a lot, usually my wrists n toes. Highly irritating, especially when in a silent room. Gives away my nervous moods easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. Do you have any weird phobias?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes !!! My 'most feared, yet never have crossed paths with each another' enemy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. What's a song you secretly LOVE to blast &amp;amp; belt out when you're alone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaktimaan" theme music. Whenever infront of a mirror after tucking in my shirt, I do that pose n the song goes playin in my mind. :D &amp;nbsp;Its also my energy booster song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbxYyxnej8A/Ts54jPYtjJI/AAAAAAAABRk/3--RdqGLSD0/s1600/shaktimaan_sakthiman_wallpapers_images_animations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbxYyxnej8A/Ts54jPYtjJI/AAAAAAAABRk/3--RdqGLSD0/s200/shaktimaan_sakthiman_wallpapers_images_animations.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. What's one of your biggest pet peeves?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haaate it whenever someone comes back from toilet and puts their hands over my shoulder... We all know that 73.57 % of Indians don't wash their hands after wizzing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. What's one of your nervous habits?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said earlier, I crack knuckles a lot. Then... If I have my phone in my hands, I lock it and unlock it and flip thro all the menu pages and then lock it again. The cycle often repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. What side of the bed do you sleep on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.. Pretty much in the center I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. What was your first stuffed animal &amp;amp; it's name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had one.. Sister bought a big panda bear. I named it 'Smuggle' ! So, thats sorta my first n only one too I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. What's the drink you ALWAYS order at Barista?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been to it. I like tea and it should be light ! also Barista always reminded me of Batista, the wrestler.. funny right ?! not funny to you ? Don't make me come there n pull off a 'spine buster' on you. mind it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. What's the one rule you preach.. but never ACTUALLY practice?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. tuff one! I never advice anyone.. This may come close -&amp;gt; &amp;nbsp;I hate it when people use a lotta full stops and exclamation marks while writing a mail, status or tweet. But I DO do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. Which way do you face in the shower?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. Facing against the flow of water ?! &amp;nbsp;#WhoFramedThisDupidQuestionYourHonor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Do you have any 'weird' body 'skills'?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make a pair vampire like teeth from my lower lips, by clutching the center of it n raising the peripheries (Don't try this at home !!) .. Creeps a lot of people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. What's your favorite 'comfort food'/food thats 'bad' but you love to eat it anyways?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to be lays chips, hands down winner in the matter of 'the junk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. What's a phrase or exclamation you always say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enna koduma saravana ithu !! &amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;Nanbaen da! &amp;nbsp;#SavioursAtUncomfortableTimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Time to sleep- what are you ACTUALLY wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black sweatpants and grey Tshirt. #NaatukkuRombaAvasiyam &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phooo... yessuda !! Ze tag is uh done and Ze blog is uh updated. &amp;nbsp;Online awesomeness hi5 ! &amp;nbsp; :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n I tag the only 4 readers of this blog - 'Fuhrer' Shiva, 'Genius' Fahi, 'Princess' Nuchu and 'Dextrous lady' Sowmiya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2688114390349913540?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2688114390349913540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2688114390349913540&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2688114390349913540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2688114390349913540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/11/15-weird-habits-tag.html' title='15 weird habits tag'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbxYyxnej8A/Ts54jPYtjJI/AAAAAAAABRk/3--RdqGLSD0/s72-c/shaktimaan_sakthiman_wallpapers_images_animations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6717693832322070747</id><published>2011-10-19T22:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:43:48.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Facebook - The wikileaks of social networking !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyKw6JsREDU/Tp8CErlCTEI/AAAAAAAABQg/9K3ge7pcA2s/s320/privacy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What goes thro my mind nowadays before pressing 'like' on a cute girl's photo in facebook..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My dad will know and will throw a sly smile the next time I see him. My sister will inform my mom that Arun should get married soon. That 3rd std school mate with whom I've never really talked since, will judge me. My college friend would give a quick call n say "Dai dog !! Have you ever ever pressed like or commented on even a single pic of mine ?! Figure na palla ilichittu like'ah podre ! Nadathu nadathu". A few super vetti friends would take the pain to calculate the time interval between she uploading the pic and me commenting on it and will infer 'Jeez ! Is he like always online ?!'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Facebook ticker - Lethal to privacy, Fatal to productivity ! :P&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6717693832322070747?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6717693832322070747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6717693832322070747&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6717693832322070747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6717693832322070747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/facebook-wikileaks-of-social-networking.html' title='Facebook - The wikileaks of social networking !'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyKw6JsREDU/Tp8CErlCTEI/AAAAAAAABQg/9K3ge7pcA2s/s72-c/privacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4039834663180511389</id><published>2011-10-05T14:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:12:27.093+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>And on one fine holiday afternoon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Logging into my blogger account after 4 whole months! &amp;nbsp;Phoo.. Phooooo.. Its dusty :P &amp;nbsp;'cos I've gotten rusty !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Things have been good. Joined my Post graduation in Radio-diagnosis in Mahatma Gandhi Medical College and Research Institute (Pondicherry). In short Radio-diagnosis is like being the "Sherlock Holmes" of &amp;nbsp;the hospital ! &amp;nbsp;(Yup, I'm over exaggerating, but not by much :P ) &amp;nbsp;I like computers and I like to watch/read Sherlock Holmes and I'm lazy. &amp;nbsp;To quote Joan Of Arc, - "I was born to do this !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the department's cool.. literally (22* C) and figuratively ! &amp;nbsp;The seniors are fun to be with n the Profs are helpful. So, as I said, Things have been gooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what more is up with me... I've been studying, in bits n pieces.. actually trying to... n failing miserably sometimes, well most of the times.. as usual :P &amp;nbsp;But, the intent is what matters right ?! It does. It does.. or so I hope. #YeahImConfused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man !! This is really tough, haven't blabbered about me in a post for a loong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my dissertation protocol presentation infront of the college committee. So, If anyone crosses across this blog (Surely I'll irritate n make atleast 3 of my friends visit today) Wish some luck for moi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Will try to be regular,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Arun. (Yeah, I can add that now. I've got a degree certificate to prove :P )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-4039834663180511389?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4039834663180511389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=4039834663180511389&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4039834663180511389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4039834663180511389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-on-one-fine-holiday-afternoon.html' title='And on one fine holiday afternoon..'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-1527353561746047107</id><published>2011-04-13T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:13:23.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><title type='text'>Awesome fun to be had with a switched off iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A  few days back, My iPhone died on me !! Blame it on the newly activated 3G in my mobile. So, there I was - waiting in the lobby with nobody to  talk n with an iPhone on 1% charge and 45 mins of waiting to go. Mind  went nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss3_OLYgjds/TaWlwBEYa0I/AAAAAAAABHU/Smi7iI0_-is/s1600/IMG_2904.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss3_OLYgjds/TaWlwBEYa0I/AAAAAAAABHU/Smi7iI0_-is/s320/IMG_2904.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sprinkle oil - Trinkle madness idea:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; iPhone's  got an awesome glassy 3.5 inch screen. Not much use powered off ?!  Think different. &amp;nbsp;Rub a little oil over the screen (tip - there is  always some oil left in your forehead n nose :P) &amp;nbsp;and then the magic  begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The glassy screen coupled with the oil immersion makes  the screen a perfect slate !! You can write anything you want with your  finger n tilt the phone to get a good angulation with a light source  and see your writings sparkle in a thousand different colors against the  black screen !! (Should I patent this awesome idea ?!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your  name, her/his name with a heart arrow symbol in the middle - you can  keep on looking at it in different angles &amp;amp; different colors and you  will never think about charging your iPhone ever :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use the built in spy cam:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; True  fact !! iPhone comes with a built in spy cam. That too when the screen  is off. Listen to me you dupid bugger Steve Jobs n market your product  better !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this procedure rub off all the oil from the  previous procedure ( n with that her name too :( &amp;nbsp;). Now, Find a cute  gal nearby :P&amp;nbsp; Now remember this..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="search"&gt;the &lt;em&gt;angle of reflection&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;equal&lt;/em&gt; to the angle of &lt;em&gt;incidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tilt the iPhone n focus your screen in such a way that the light  rays reflected from the cute gal falls directly on your iPhone screen.  Ogle your way thro the rest of the waiting time :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For  this spy cam action to work well - Sit in a position where the light  source is infront of you (to pour light over the figure :P) n there are  no lights to your back (to avoid the glare). Physics comes in really  handy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fake Phone Call:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oldest trick in the book. But, still always works !! especially when the other people around you have now, by this time, after seeing u tilt n twist your phone, have concluded you as a weird dude. A fake phone call might bring some amount of normalcy to the scenario. Major Tip - Even if your iphone has only 1% charge, don't take a chance. 'Always in silent mode, when making a fake phone call'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Rule no. 1. You might also speak 'peter' engilish n confirm that you are a creepy guy or talk normally as you usually do to a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The killer instinct:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, that you've  waited for some 50 mins and you're feeling the irritation n anger. So,  now is the time to take a Gooood look at the iPhone architecture. The  design behind the success n the innovation behind the sensation n try to find the weak spots in its design. Mind you - there are many !!&amp;nbsp; Think about what would be the ideal height n force, from where the iphone should be dropped so that it achieves the velocity of destruction n now... would be the time to go get a drink or to go for a walk. cos, indulging in any more of this thinking will get your iphone killed n athuku company porupagaathu !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope by now, I've convinced you that I'm a better marketer that Stevie Jobs. Yup !! I can even sell a dead iPhone :P&amp;nbsp; ha ha... Enough of my mokka. Read n survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-1527353561746047107?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1527353561746047107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=1527353561746047107&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1527353561746047107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1527353561746047107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/awesome-fun-to-be-had-with-switched-off.html' title='Awesome fun to be had with a switched off iPhone'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss3_OLYgjds/TaWlwBEYa0I/AAAAAAAABHU/Smi7iI0_-is/s72-c/IMG_2904.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2265352892478644490</id><published>2011-04-12T20:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:14:50.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Arun'/><title type='text'>10 facts about me tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":dp"&gt;&lt;div id=":do"&gt;Okay okay. I know I've already done a couple of similar tags already.. But, I'm the king of my blog !! I write what I can :P &amp;nbsp; So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqWX3norSio/TaW2wNuLgOI/AAAAAAAABHY/WQqgwCdDHyI/s1600/Love_me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqWX3norSio/TaW2wNuLgOI/AAAAAAAABHY/WQqgwCdDHyI/s320/Love_me.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":do"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":do"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 facts about me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I don't mind waiting to see someone. With an iPhone n 3G in it, I've even grown to love waiting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  My friends say I like only super slim girls. based on my last 2 crushes  from school &amp;amp; college - I'd have to say my friends know me best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I never use the word 'Love'. 'Crush' is my friendly alternative to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  My biggest fear after I've completed my internship is - I might have  HIV !! Second biggest fear - Hep B. Was exposed to a lotta blood during emergency times. No infected needle pricks though :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  I once scored 115 runs in a street cricket game. No one believes :( &amp;nbsp;me  n my two cousins thrashed their under 11 team !! &amp;nbsp;We were under 13 &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I hate tucking in my shirt !! Tucked out is cozy n comfy, though I look like a dork with a full hand tucked out shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)  I am a pretty good liar. I lie thro my teeth facing directly at the  person's eyes, with a face so innocent - everybody except my friends are  suckers to my lies. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) In my short life of  omnivorism, I've eaten - chicken, fish, mutton, pork, camel, turkey,  quail, prawn n shell fish. &amp;nbsp;No rabbits and deer &amp;nbsp;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I'll never stop wearing my glasses, even if I undergo a Laser correction. &amp;nbsp;I look good (only) with my spectacles. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)  I wrote this post in exactly 22 mins. Notice how every sentence begins  with either 'I' or 'My' - I'm good when I'm narcissistic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2265352892478644490?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2265352892478644490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2265352892478644490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2265352892478644490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2265352892478644490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-facts-about-me-tag.html' title='10 facts about me tag.'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqWX3norSio/TaW2wNuLgOI/AAAAAAAABHY/WQqgwCdDHyI/s72-c/Love_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-9162807878804161215</id><published>2011-04-02T11:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:13:35.937+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><title type='text'>Bleeding Blue - A medical analysis of all the mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has the badges in their profile pics, Everybody tweets n puts a status update in FB at least once a day - &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Bleed Blue"&lt;/span&gt;. Do you know what it literally means ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleed Blue - Bleeding of blue colored blood. Who the fcuk said its not possible ?! One CAN bleed blue !! #TrueFact.&amp;nbsp; But of course one will be dead a long time before he can actually bleed blue :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hypothetical analysis of the 'Bleeding Blue' postulation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'll make this short. To bleed blue, one needs to have blue blood first. Four conditions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Hemocyanin&lt;/span&gt; - Where the blood is actually blue, cos of cyanin pigments n its a normal state in Arthropods. Not in humans. So, Rejected !!&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Methemoglobinemia&lt;/span&gt; - Its not actually blue, kinda a bluish brownish colorish blood. :P caused by increased proportions of methemoglobin in blood. possible in humans&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Cyanosis&lt;/span&gt; - This is not blue blood, its blue discoloration of skin caused&amp;nbsp; by less oxygen in tissues. So, Rejected !!&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Feeling Blue&lt;/span&gt; - Blue is actually an emotion you know :P so metaphorically speaking, you can bleed blue. he he.. I know !! Rejected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the only viable condition which can present blue blood in humans - Methemoglobinemia. It can be an acquired illness or a congenital one, meaning right from birth. Wikipedia link &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Methemoglobinemia"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've got blue blood now. But it needs to bleed, to complete the expression 'Bleeding Blue'. For blood to bleed outta blood vessels.. Two possible methods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;Trauma to the body n thus the blood vessels&lt;/b&gt; - Not gonna happen unless you're in the field playing cricket or watching the match near a srilankan n cursing "FCuk you MF'ing Srilankans" for every indian run !! &lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Bleeding n clotting disorders&lt;/b&gt; - LOTS of them are possible. None of them are a symptom or a co manifestation of Methemoglobinemia as far as i searched in Google..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, We are stuck !! Blue blood n no bleeding !!&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; Time to go postulating like My man Einstein. There is cricket, there are lots of runs n wickets, lots of emotions running high.. wholly dolly !!&amp;nbsp; what if we postulate that 'Heightened emotions' can somehow cause the bleed to occur.. Its more a plausible cause than Sachin being an alien n can make ppl infront of TV screens&amp;nbsp; bleed thro his awesomeness :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we postulate that heightened emotions experienced during a cricket match is the root cause of bleeding. Lets say on periods of heightened emotions, mind can somehow act psycho-somatically n can actually cause a physical cut in the skin which makes the blue blood bleed. TADA !!&amp;nbsp; Voila !!&amp;nbsp; Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case not closed - What are the side effects?! Can one can die of Bleeding blue ?!&amp;nbsp; theoretically - YES !!&amp;nbsp; :O&amp;nbsp; It depends on the number of episodes of heightened emotions you experience during a cricket match and the frequency n the length of each episode. Cos, For you to be dead bleeding blue - you need to get a lotta cuts in your body in a very little time, cos the bloody clotting factors may set in :P So be wary of bleeding blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doctor's Advice&lt;/b&gt; - Don't wear a blue dress on the world cup finals day cos all the people ask you to wear it - to support india. Cos if you start bleeding blue.. the bleeding may go un-noticed and you may die of a hypovolemic shock !!&amp;nbsp; :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/drongotweet"&gt;@drongotweet&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/ikarthik_"&gt;@ikarthik_&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; for giving me the inspiration to write this :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my mokkai... Hope India wins today, we all die bleeding blue n the Indian population finally becomes a manageable sum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-9162807878804161215?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/9162807878804161215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=9162807878804161215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/9162807878804161215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/9162807878804161215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/04/bleeding-blue-medical-analysis-of-all.html' title='Bleeding Blue - A medical analysis of all the mayhem'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5182485798799175997</id><published>2011-03-25T13:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:13:43.355+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>My last Admission day as an intern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;General info - Admission days are an intern's nightmare. Happens once in a week n you start the shift at morning 7 30, which pretty much lasts till the next day noon 1 PM. Walkin n workin - 30 hours. Nightmare but, without the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I would even miss it, until my last duty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning - DO NOT READ FURTHER. Lots of blabber n stupidity below.&amp;nbsp; If you got nothing better to do n want to bored to sleep - this might just be perfect :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 AM - I soooo wanted to go to my last OPD session by 7 30 sharp. But as always... Sleep is a great motivator to go late :)&amp;nbsp; Had a lotta Dog bite cases as usual - Bleh !! what more to expect in a sunday OP !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was clockwork - A few cases got admitted, case sheets, injections, a late lunch by 3 PM n then casualty care duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait !! this happened by 4 PM - High point of the day. A call from her&amp;nbsp; :D After a looong time !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then a couple of cases were posted for emergency theatre - Appendicitis n an appendicular perforation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 30 PM - Met her finally :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7 30 PM - Met her once again&amp;nbsp; :-D &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ah !!&amp;nbsp; Gooood times :)&amp;nbsp; Was smiling all the way. Of course my face mask would've hid the smiles. Kept wondering whether she was smiling under that face mask of hers too !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was about the time I realised - I'm gonna miss all these in a week's time !!&amp;nbsp; This was my last n final full day duty.&amp;nbsp; :( :( I'm never ever gonna work my ass of ever in my life as I've did during these admission days n IMCU n Labour postings.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :D&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; :/&amp;nbsp; *mixed feelings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casualty was kinda free - a few dubba assaults n RTA's. A super serious massive head injury case (sure to die in a few hours) was admitted. Blind person trying to cross a road got hit by a bus !!&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; We gave our best. But... may he rest in peace. (he died after 2 days in intensive care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this sudden urge took me over - to get a free dinner treat from somebody.. anybody !!&amp;nbsp; Tried with a couple of PGs, interns, even asked the duty assistant surgeon :P&amp;nbsp; Grrr !!&amp;nbsp; all kanjoos - Late dinner by 11 30 at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some 2 hours chatting with co-interns n PGs (Yeap !! we were that vetti that day :P)&amp;nbsp; went to sleep in my car (better to sleep in the car than to get swarmed by mosquitos in the sweaty bed in casualty). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 AM !!&amp;nbsp; Knock knock - Bloody buggers Aadil n Isaac came from their night duties to disturb my somewhat peaceful sleep in the cramped car. They wanted a treat for my last night duty, yeah... what the hell !!&amp;nbsp; Woke up n went for the casualty tea kadai (open 24x7 !!)&amp;nbsp; Chill outs n Pepsi n ground nut packets. Rs 35 la midnight treat over !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 30 PM - Didn't wanna spend the rest of 'my last night duty' sleeping (yeah, it became a thing). So the three of us wandered around the super silent n cool hospital outdoors. Good times :)&amp;nbsp; Then, someone suggested this crazy idea to call 'fire' Ganapathy in the middle of the night (Yup.. It was me.. Duh !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we gave the ring !!&amp;nbsp; Fire IS fire for a reason. 3 rings n he picks up in the middle of the frikkin night !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Dei, thoongitu irunthiya da ?!"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; (usual obvious irritating question to set the mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Errr... aama.. enna da ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Nalla thookamo ?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Yethuku da call panne ?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;"En kooda Aadil and Isaac irukaanga da.. avungalukkum night duty thaan"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"err... solra !!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Dei unaku 'syntax' set aagiruchaame !!&amp;nbsp; unmailaye love'ah da ?!"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; (Syntax was the nick name we kept for his gal)&lt;br /&gt;Isaac got on the phone - Speaking like a drunk (although he drank only a pepsi mini) "&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Dei !! Syntax unaku suthama nallave illada... vutru da !! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Dei.. phone'a vainga da panni'gala.. kaalaila pesikalaam"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to call Aibu n pravin n enquire about their love stories. but fearing the back lash the day after. we didnt. #MissedMoment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a kutty 90 mins sleep in car once again. n then early morning rounds. then clockwork till 2 pm that noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked non-stop on other admission days. But this admission day was the last n it was special. Just wanted to record it before I forgot these silly memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Arun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5182485798799175997?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5182485798799175997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5182485798799175997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5182485798799175997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5182485798799175997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-last-admission-day-as-intern.html' title='My last Admission day as an intern'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4410701862503456748</id><published>2011-01-13T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:34:48.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Outlook 2011 - What's in the store for Arun ?</title><content type='html'>MMXI !! &amp;nbsp;Hope it turns out as good as MMX :)&lt;div&gt;So, what do I have to look forward to in 2011... By the length of this post - A lot. A possible career focusing move, new friends to look forward to and a gloomy good bye to present friends :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TS7Na19g3AI/AAAAAAAABHI/q1a2iklHN7s/s1600/newyear2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TS7Na19g3AI/AAAAAAAABHI/q1a2iklHN7s/s320/newyear2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;:::&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; End of internship n college life. Will have a lotta lovely memories to cherish n a lotta bitter regrets to forget. To sum up - college life was like a bumper car ride. No responsibilities, nobody cared how many mistakes you made n you always have parents to pay for the ride :P &amp;nbsp; So after this, I have to "act" responsible at times, make less mistakes, but one thing thats not gonna change - my parents will still pay for my ride :P&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:::&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; College buddies - I'm definitely gonna miss them. period. &amp;nbsp;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:::&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt; Its gonna be an arranged marriage for me :P &amp;nbsp;My career selection was made when my dad purchased his first single slice CT scanner. My road's never gonna diverge into 2 in the yellow woods, its pretty much a one way and probably with not many twists I hope. Hey, its better than having to build your own road from scratch !! &amp;nbsp;Radio-diagnosis - I'm lazy n I love spending time in a computer, We'll get along just fine :) &amp;nbsp;Destined to be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:::&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Newer acquaintances (IF i get a PG seat). Argh !! I hate hate hate this part. Never been good in the initial stages of any of my friendships. Hope there profs are tolerant and the friends are cool n the girls (if any) are cute :P &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:::&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;City life !! :D &amp;nbsp;PG seat or no PG seat. After finishing internship - I'm definitely moving to Chennai !! No more town boi :P &amp;nbsp; I'm gonna see un-tamil-dubbed English movies on the first day, Eat in KFC, More girls to ogle at, &amp;nbsp;Lots of shopping malls, n I'll finally use the word 'Tra-fucked' in a tweet :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:::&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Macbook Pro... or atleast a Macbook. Definite buy if I join PG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:::&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;A possible relief from this blogstipation :P &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, Lots of 'if's rise a faint fear,&amp;nbsp;Lots of 'gonna's have me hoping for a lively 2011. &amp;nbsp;Hope you all have a pleasant 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Belated) New year wishes to everyone of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-4410701862503456748?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4410701862503456748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=4410701862503456748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4410701862503456748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4410701862503456748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2011/01/outlook-2011-whats-in-store-for-arun.html' title='Outlook 2011 - What&apos;s in the store for Arun ?'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TS7Na19g3AI/AAAAAAAABHI/q1a2iklHN7s/s72-c/newyear2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4717910190141613239</id><published>2010-12-13T13:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:24:16.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phunny Patient Moments - I</title><content type='html'>A 75 year old female came to the PHC OP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #0c343d;"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; டாக்டர், தலை எல்லாம் சுத்துது. ரெம்ப முடியல !!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(Doc, I'm feeling giddy !!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; color: black;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; இதுக்கு முன்னாடியே பிரஷர், சுகர் ஏதும் உண்டா ?&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(Do you have BP or Sugar before ?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; அப்டிலாம் ஒன்னு இல்ல டாக்டர். ஆனா..&amp;nbsp; ஒரு பத்து தூக்க மாத்திரை போட்டேன் !!&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(nothing of that sorts doc, but.. I consumed some 10 sleeping pills.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; color: black;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; என்னது பத்தா&amp;nbsp;  ?!&amp;nbsp; எம்மா  போட்டீங்க ?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(You ate what ?! 10 frikkin tabs ?! why ?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;i&gt;with a smirk on her face&lt;/i&gt;) சாவனும்னு தான் போட்டேன்.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(to die... duh)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us interns rushed to her side n checked her BP n pulse. abso-frikkin-lutely normal for her age !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; என்ன டாக்டர் செத்துருவேன்ல&amp;nbsp;  ?! &lt;i&gt;(I will die.. right ?!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the (cleverer street smart) interns asked to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Intern :&lt;/span&gt; அதெல்லாம் சாக மாட்டே.. எப்போ போட்டு தொலைச்ச ?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(When the heck did you take them ?!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; ஒரு அஞ்சு மாசம் இருக்கும் டாக்டர்.. அப்புறம் அதுக்கு சேர்ந்து திரீத்மெண்டு எல்லாம் கூட எடுத்தேன்..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(I think some 5 months before doc. I even took treatment for that you know..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; இந்த கருமத்த சொல்லிதொலைக்க வேண்டித்தானே மொதல்லையே !!&amp;nbsp; சரி.. பத்து மாத்திரை மொத்தமா எப்புடி கிடைச்சது உனக்கு ?&amp;nbsp; :O&amp;nbsp; அப்டி கொடுக்க மாட்டங்களே..&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(ARGH !! You couldn't have told this before we rushed to you.. btw, how the heck did you get hold of 10 sleepin pills ? They are not over the counter.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; ஹி ஹி.. டெய்லி வந்து ஒண்ணு ஒண்ணா வாங்கிட்டு போயி  சேர்த்து வெச்சு தின்னேன் !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; (he he.. I got them one by one daily in OP n saved them)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; ரெம்பத்தான் யோசிச்சிருக்க. [wrote a para tablet n gave it to her] இதை போடுங்க.. சரி ஆகிடும்.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(If only you had used your thinking in something better !! here take this.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I turned to the next patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; continued.. "டாக்டர்... "&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(Doc..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;i&gt;irritated&lt;/i&gt;) என்ன்னம்மா ?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(Yeeeah.. now what ?!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;i&gt;scratching her head n with a sly smile&lt;/i&gt;) "ரெம்ப நாளா தூக்கமே வரல.. ஒரே ஒரு தூக்க மாத்திர வெச்சிருந்தா, தர மாட்டீகளா&amp;nbsp;  ?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(Havent been getting sleep for some time now. If you have only one of those sleeping pills lying around, care to give me one ?!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her an irky stare which lasted some 20 seconds even after she left.&amp;nbsp; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-4717910190141613239?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4717910190141613239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=4717910190141613239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4717910190141613239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4717910190141613239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/12/phunny-patient-moments-i.html' title='Phunny Patient Moments - I'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-833212789917006951</id><published>2010-10-10T14:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-17T09:26:08.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A lazy soul digs up an excuse, no matter what !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Internship - My excuse for everything nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend&lt;/b&gt; "Coming for a movie.. noon show ?!"&lt;br /&gt;Two hours sleep has become a routine for the past 6 months. No spoiling that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; "Nah man.. just now got off a 24 hour shift.. too tired. may be later."&lt;br /&gt;There was no later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt; "When are gonna come here da ?! Sis and nephew will be here this weekend.."&lt;br /&gt;Sunday means less work.. more time at my place... to REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; "I don't get holidays on sundays ma.. Some other time.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; "Dude.. Lets blog about this awesome village postings and the various interesting characters we've met.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myself&lt;/b&gt; "Yeah... Nooo. It will take 30 mins to draft a post and who's gonna care if we don't write.. Lets have some peaceful rest. will surely finish the post on coming sunday. okay ?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; "Yeah.. whatever !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; "Lets download some new tracks off the internet n hear.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myself&lt;/b&gt; "Laters... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; "Lets read that IT college novel you bought recently.. It will be uber funny !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myself&lt;/b&gt; "Laters.. Novels are massive !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; "Dude.. atleast download some porn... "&lt;br /&gt;Myself "shit !! just remembered... I need write my log book before morning !! laters.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later... Someday... are places in time which'll never be visited ever !! &amp;nbsp;'Someday' means 'never'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I'm busy. But, I'm not THAT busy to do these simple things... I'm just freakin lazy. Too lazy infact, that I don't get up from bed to get the blanket off the shelf, I just roll into my bedsheet instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5Aq3i1fUO4/TapkypUXlUI/AAAAAAAABHc/UpTNAepsxv4/s1600/gihjbk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5Aq3i1fUO4/TapkypUXlUI/AAAAAAAABHc/UpTNAepsxv4/s320/gihjbk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog archive for the past two years - 55 (2008) &amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;52 (2009). &amp;nbsp;This year - 22. &amp;nbsp;Explains things... doesn't it ?! &amp;nbsp;(But I make up for that in twitter :P &amp;nbsp; Twitter is blogging for lazy people.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, (for the hundredth time) I give my word "I will stop being lazy n post more often !!" &lt;br /&gt;My goal for 2010 - Reach 50 posts by its end. okay its a bit too much... 40 would be a realistic target. But, I have labor postings for a month n that is going to be super busy. So.. okay lets see, hmmm.. will decide on that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Laters',&lt;br /&gt;Arun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-833212789917006951?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/833212789917006951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=833212789917006951&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/833212789917006951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/833212789917006951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/10/lazy-soul-digs-up-excuse-no-matter-what.html' title='A lazy soul digs up an excuse, no matter what !!'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5Aq3i1fUO4/TapkypUXlUI/AAAAAAAABHc/UpTNAepsxv4/s72-c/gihjbk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8964704700521275048</id><published>2010-08-24T22:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:55:39.784+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Five things that signal  'You are older than you think doode !!'</title><content type='html'>Signs n Symptoms that suggest you are becoming Lord v'OLD'emort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/THP16oGf8fI/AAAAAAAABG0/vAmQpniUS_M/s1600/old+people+sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/THP16oGf8fI/AAAAAAAABG0/vAmQpniUS_M/s320/old+people+sign.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You ogle at a cute girl in traffic signal and think "Shit !! I've seen this doll some where else before.. hummmm... where the fcuk was it ?? where where where ??!!"  n thus when you are just about to implode inside your head, your friend says  "Dei, thats XYZ, our college junior da !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; When ever some friend asks your pants size. you raise your collar n say "I'm size 32. Been the same size all thro college doode"  but, only you know that you've crossed size 32 exactly one year back and you are barely fitting into your newly bought jeans n the reason for you not tucking your shirt in is.. cos the frikkin shirt refuses to go in !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You are waiting for your turn at the viva in your obstetrics practicals in your chair.. all nervous n studying, not minding the cute nursing students crossing by the side. Friend tries to pass you a book, you bend &amp;amp; extend to get it (like you don't have enough books in your lap already). *creaking noise*  bham !! next second - meesai la mannu ottiduchi !! (sand in your moustache) Boys laugh n girls giggle. chair broken. Fallen pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Your nephew talks animatedly about some children's tv show called power rangers and asks which ranger you are and you say "blue ranger". The damned  nephew runs to the living room full of close relatives shouting "Maama is a girl, maama is a girl !!". You google it on your phone quickly n find out...  blue ranger is played by a girl now !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you go to the nearby shop to buy batteries and the cute girl in the counter says to somebody "That will be 30 Rs Sir". A few seconds of staring n then it finally hits you !! The somebody is YOU. She addressed you as sir. A few years back, When you'd moved to the neighborhood, She called you "Anna" (brother)  :(  Somewhere deep down in your dark black heart, your soul lets out a shrieking cry !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. All the five 'You's was me !!  n the chair breaking catastrophe still haunts me, every time I try to sit on a plastic chair !! Ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, I'm Arun, aged 22 and still young as a fairytale prince !!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n btw, Happy Raksha Banthan to all my ovarian sisters and Prostate brothers !!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8964704700521275048?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8964704700521275048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8964704700521275048&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8964704700521275048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8964704700521275048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-things-that-signals-you-are-older.html' title='Five things that signal  &apos;You are older than you think doode !!&apos;'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/THP16oGf8fI/AAAAAAAABG0/vAmQpniUS_M/s72-c/old+people+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5106724158023147560</id><published>2010-08-15T17:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:46:57.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>As good a day as any to ramble...</title><content type='html'>Have left this space high n dry for a long time now... Sheer laziness !!  Haven't been busy at all. Thought I must keep 'my space' alive... at least thro my regular ramblings and rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Independence day !!  Wishing everyone a happy day. Patriotism that, Patriotism this.. n blah blah... not feeling anything remotely patriotic. I'm a selfish pig. true that !! Perhaps patriotism died with me along with the shreds of innocence. may be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling that this is the first Independence day that I'm actually on process of becoming 'independent'. Yup, Dad asked me twice in the last month - "Do you need any pocket money ?? "  and I blatantly rejected !!  he he... having more than enough money in my bank account now, that I could spend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 7000 bucks is a lot to spend in a month for me !! I have been spending crazily and there's still more !! (Perhaps I should get a girlfriend :P ) Hmmmm.. I wonder whether dad is secretly putting money into my acc just to keep me afloat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of my friends are hyper busy, either writing their exams or in their postings. A year before - I was always amidst friends with no money to spend and Now - I'm always amidst money with no friend to spend it on !!  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Still loving My internship... best fun I've had in these 5 years !! Practicing what I've learnt n putting it to use to ease the suffering of poor people brings so much warmth to my heart. BLEH !!  kidding. May be internship as a 'time period' in my life has been happy, 'cos I'm blissfully in a crush with this cutie gurl ( Yeap, Smitten !! &amp;nbsp;n NO. wont even remotely tell who she is &amp;nbsp;:P ) May be its also 'cos the fact that I don't have any tests or studying for the foreseeable future !! Been studying for tests for as loooong as I can remember in this life. Human kind needs to get rid of schools and colleges and must go back to middle ages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out !!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5106724158023147560?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5106724158023147560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5106724158023147560&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5106724158023147560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5106724158023147560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-good-day-as-any-to-ramble.html' title='As good a day as any to ramble...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6182019239942988871</id><published>2010-07-31T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:50:47.169+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arun Gyan'/><title type='text'>Arun Gyan - Articulating Mind Echoes - #1</title><content type='html'>Having nothing much to blog about &amp;nbsp;except these quotes I tweeted, when I was in an awesome mood. So, here goes a new series, "Arun Gyan"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"First love is like that annoying piece of bubble gum that gets stuck to your shoes n refuses to come off !! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Getting loved in return is like contracting syphilis... You never believe 'you' can get it, until you get it !! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;"When Love is in the air, Gravity ain't enough to bring you back to ground !!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Life is like a box of idlies. You can't do anything with it, unless it is dipped in the sambhar of love and chutnies of friends."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6182019239942988871?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6182019239942988871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6182019239942988871&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6182019239942988871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6182019239942988871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/07/arun-gyan-articulating-mind-echoes-1.html' title='Arun Gyan - Articulating Mind Echoes - #1'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-7301024699972067935</id><published>2010-07-12T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:38:46.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Fiiiiiiirst salary !!!  :D</title><content type='html'>9.7.2010 - Received my first salary (Internship stipend from Govt) !!! &amp;nbsp;:D &amp;nbsp; FTW !! &amp;nbsp; "Daddy daddy, no more pocket money for me !!!" &amp;nbsp;(Atleast until I spend all of my salary :P ) &amp;nbsp; Naan valargiren Mummy &amp;nbsp; :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, It was an awesome feeling to spend your own bucks without getting questioned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TDrUZNwGP1I/AAAAAAAABGg/C19s7W_iarU/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="31" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TDrUZNwGP1I/AAAAAAAABGg/C19s7W_iarU/s400/Picture+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Already spent 1/3 of my salary in buying gifts for my nephew's birthday. &amp;nbsp;(Nobody gifted me anything more than a 1000 bucks for my past 22 b'days !! &amp;nbsp;:P &amp;nbsp;Nephew gets it on his first !! &amp;nbsp;Let him enjoiii ) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning to spend the rest of my salary buying gifts too... A watch for my granddad n may be a donation to my college hosp... hmmm... Lets see about that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the exact same day, Something else also happened, Which was also a first for me. Nope I didn't get a French kiss &amp;nbsp;(That happens only in my dreams :-( &amp;nbsp;) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing night duty in a village PHC (Primary health care center) and a patient came with complaints similar to a silent infarction (heart attack in a diabetes patient, which has no chest pain). I referred him to take an ECG to a nearby pvt hospital. The Patient returned with an ECG, which was the poooorest in the quality I've seen !!! &amp;nbsp;It was like a friggin inkblot &amp;nbsp;n they charged him 150 Rs !! &amp;nbsp;Pissed me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the pvt hosp n scolded at the ECG technician for some 5 minutes n warned him not to take any further ECG's like these !!! &amp;nbsp; I've never stood up against anything in my life, EVER !! &amp;nbsp;felt proud !! &amp;nbsp;:D &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happened after I came back from the pvt hosp having established my sense of 'authority'. &amp;nbsp;I was lying in my bed n ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "So, Doctor Scolds-a-Lot... Did you get back the 150 Rs that patient paid for his ECG ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &amp;nbsp;"No... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Then what was the point of you arguing ??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "He would be afraid to make the same mistake, the next time he takes an ECG !!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Yeah Rite... LOL !! &amp;nbsp;You are very funny dude :P "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrr... I friggin hate my conscience !!! &amp;nbsp;:D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-7301024699972067935?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7301024699972067935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=7301024699972067935&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7301024699972067935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7301024699972067935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-fiiiiiiirst-salary-d.html' title='My Fiiiiiiirst salary !!!  :D'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TDrUZNwGP1I/AAAAAAAABGg/C19s7W_iarU/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5551371321439561895</id><published>2010-07-01T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:48:39.738+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tweet Meme - Dear Future Wife...</title><content type='html'>Hi all !! Welcome to my new blog (actually, I'm back at my old blog :P ) &amp;nbsp;Been less busy with my work n more lazy with my life... Ortho postings are over. Had an awesome time up there. The Post Grads n Co-interns were cheerful n it was fun working with them... Now in Community Med postings. Its kinda boring but relaxxxing !!! loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, haven't written anything of late... n not in a mood to bore you with anymore of my internship updates :P he he.. So, posting a few tweets I made past midnight a few months before... The tweet meme is "Dear Future Wife" &amp;nbsp;:D &amp;nbsp;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TCzNpyrf8qI/AAAAAAAABGc/De80X3aYOFY/s1600/402742284_9ZM2v-O.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TCzNpyrf8qI/AAAAAAAABGc/De80X3aYOFY/s320/402742284_9ZM2v-O.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DearFutureWife If you ever nag me to stop checking out other cute girls... You are Fired !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DearFutureWife A lil' peek into our future. Our children's names are Luke and Leia &amp;nbsp;#AgreeOrDivorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DearFutureWife When I die, Make sure to bury me along with my iPhone !! Jailbreaked n unlocked !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DearFutureWife If you cook maggi n say its dinner, I'm gonna assume you are just friggin joking !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DearFutureWife I know your last name is Watson.. Your first name is Emma.. Rite ?? I know I know !! I've these psychic skills !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DearFutureWife pls have a lot of cute sisters !! n more cuter best friends... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DearFutureWife If I'm ever proposing to you, There will definitely be 10 rings inside the wine glass. One for every cute lil finger. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DearFutureWife I know you'll be deep asleep now. So, this will be just a whisper "Love You till my last neuron dies" &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp; [Tweet made at 1 20 AM :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meme started as fun n turned out to be kinda cheesy at the end... he he.. I know, Nights bring out the romantic in me.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao till the next posht !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5551371321439561895?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5551371321439561895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5551371321439561895&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5551371321439561895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5551371321439561895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/07/tweet-meme-dear-future-wife.html' title='Tweet Meme - Dear Future Wife...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TCzNpyrf8qI/AAAAAAAABGc/De80X3aYOFY/s72-c/402742284_9ZM2v-O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6343032572976756074</id><published>2010-05-27T03:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:45:13.983+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Hah... to be FREE again !! :)</title><content type='html'>Yesh !! My 2 months posting in the Medicine Dept is overrrrr !!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No more IMCU duties...  :)&lt;br/&gt;No more responsibilities for patients getting sicker on my watch... :)&lt;br/&gt;No more opening n loading 50 bottles of Atropine to save Poison cases...  :)  (Double yay !! I friggin hate Poison drinkers !!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, am already missing my unit mates  :(   Post Grads  n Co-interns... had a great time with them... Tea breaks in potti kadai... Nimbooz at midnight... Dinners at admission days... (huh.. isn't it weird that all the fun times that come to my mind are associated with food ??!! )  Anyways  The chief doc made me extra happy by congratulating me as a "Sincere Intern"  :D :D   (innum intha ulagam nammala nambuthu da Arun'u !! )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gonna be posted in Ortho Dept from tomorrow !! Will be goin there with the posting order in one hand and a leave letter for three days in another hand  :D  Lols...  Yup, goin to chill out with my family in Kodaikanal for 3 days !!  Leave or no leave, I'm definitely going there !!!  I DEFINITELY DESERVE a break !!  havent taken a single day off in 2 months... Must be my personal record since birth !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, hope the Ortho posting is less tiring... Will be blogging actively once again :)&lt;br/&gt;Ciao till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6343032572976756074?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6343032572976756074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6343032572976756074&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6343032572976756074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6343032572976756074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/05/hah-to-be-free-again.html' title='Hah... to be FREE again !! :)'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5240404989494649154</id><published>2010-04-17T02:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:45:06.674+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Internship - Interesting n Tiring !!!</title><content type='html'>My first blog entry after the start of my internship... :)  As the title says, the experience so far has been intriguing n tiring !!!  The feel of actually treating the patients, advising them, seeing them slowly recover... everything is great !! But, at the end of the day, the overall work, drains one's energy completely... (one of the reasons I haven't been updating my blog.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The less pass percentage of our batch has screwed us !! only 55 % of us passed the final year. So, 70 of us are doing a job that was done by 140 interns last year. Double the duty. Double the fatigue.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, Internship has its perks too... Learning to be a doc. Posted in 6th unit in Medicine. Friendly PG's, Helpful senior interns... I've done my first (beware - long list ahead) Intravenous cannulation, Ryle's tube insertion, Urinary catheterization, CSF sampling, n so much more  :D   My first time catheterizing was on a female AIDS patient... *gulps* was scared like anything.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Had my share of deaths too... 3 in my ward n many in IMCU posting.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The first death - I came after seeing 2 deaths in IMCU (which is common btw) n this patient I've been treating was hyper dyspneic n slowly died infront of me. Made me depressed. My first time seeing a person die that violently... Anyways, she had Dilated Cardiomyopathy (The heart's swollen far outta its size) n there was no intervention I or any doc could've done... but, I was scared for two days after that death...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The second n third death - Didnt affect me very much... Both of them were expected. TB Meningitis n AIDS terminal stage patients. moving on...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;IMCU postings - HELL on earth.. 12 hours of non stop work !!  The interns cant sit for all the 12 hours !! Sucks big time... I hate it... It especially pisses me off seeing poisoning cases... F**kers just wanna threaten their families and drink stupid poisons like ant killers, oleander seeds etc... If u wanna actually die, drink real poison n shut the doors behind you I say !!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Night duty - Love it !!  inspite of the loss of sleep... these are my favourite times in the hospital. The entire hosp is uber quiet... just me n the fellow interns n the PGs at work... lazing around n chatting... Its great. I like that atmosphere.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Haven't met most of my friends in these 3 weeks of internship... everyone's been busy. Just a few mins seeing n talking while in the blood bank waiting for blood or in the casuality tea shop... Miss 'em. As I said, this low pass result has screwed our batch big time !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finally, a BIG thanks to cocacola n pepsi for introducing Nimbooz n Nimbu fresh !!  They are the only things that've been hydrating me during this energy drain n keeping me alive.. drinking atleast 600 ml of em everyday while in postings.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;he he.. this is one looooong post. I know. Anyways, I had finally gotten the time today to rant here !! Pre-admission day today. Less patients. Less work. Admission day tomorrow. *gulps*  Looong day ahead tomorrow  :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ciao till then... haven't read any of the blogs I've been following... Hey, Arun is bisi bisi nowadays  :P :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5240404989494649154?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5240404989494649154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5240404989494649154&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5240404989494649154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5240404989494649154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/04/internship-interesting-n-tiring.html' title='Internship - Interesting n Tiring !!!'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3418366375120276113</id><published>2010-03-27T02:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:41:22.517+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Meeting new people is fun !!</title><content type='html'>Went to Chennai for a quick 2 day trip to shave off my 7 month year old nephew's hair (yup, thats a family function :P )  Poor guy cried his vocal cords out when his hair was smooth shaved n ears were pierced... :(  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, apart from the screaming nephew n Chennai heat n Chennai traffic... The rest of the trip was GoooooooD...  :)  Met 3 of my online friends. A blogger and two tweet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@antonioanbu &amp;amp; @vigneash :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys were exactly as I had pictured them... Anbu - Funny man, easy to get friends with. Vigneash - Responsible, calm n interesting. Had a mini movie tweet up at Citicenter... had a lotta time to kill before the movie... We were kalaiching each other and were roaming around. Bought a novel "Above Average" by Amitabha Bagchi on vigneash's recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for the Movie Love Sex aur Dhokha. I hadn't even seen the trailers for the film... But there was no stopping me from seeing a Indian movie with 'love' &amp;amp; 'sex' in the title... The movie was awesome n funny (I actually could understand the Hindi to my surprise !!) till they *Caution: Big spoilers ahead* decided to cut the actor and the actress head n cut them into pieces n pack them in plastic packets !! The actress was sooooo cute  :( &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;got a head ache... The movie was not for the faint hearted like me... But the content in the movie was original... just not my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuCSW1thdI/AAAAAAAABCM/nXY8BhO0H_c/s1600/78623836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuCSW1thdI/AAAAAAAABCM/nXY8BhO0H_c/s320/78623836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antony Anbu didn't even understand a single hindi word and decided to sleep. He just woke up for the gilpons sexy scenes !! lols... The evening was fun without any uncomfy silences. :D should meet 'em both sometime in the future with a bigger twitter crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@dextrouslady :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is both a blogger n twitter pal. Made me wait 22 mins (My firstu time waiting for a gal !! lols  ). For a few moments I thought "ithu unaku thevaiyada Arunu ??". Then madame came... She was cute ( Worth the wait, I say !! he he :P). She is a yabba-dabba-doo non-stop talker. I was talking now n then and keeping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grape juice we ordered was the worst I've tasted in my entire life !! But she drank it fully and said the philosophy "Only when we start earning, we know the value and importance of money."  lols... comedy gal !! &amp;nbsp; Anyways, she paid the bill. Yup, True fact. The Girl paid. I didn't even offer to pay &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more important philosophy - "Money never spent is money well saved"  :P :P &amp;nbsp;Arun never says philosophies. He just puts 'em in action &amp;nbsp; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to meet Mridul (freelancer)  and  Heena (Gulshan) in the evening... But the plan didn't work out.. they were busy... n my trip was short. :( Poor timing. "Next time" they said... he he... It will probably be next year I think !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, My internship is starting tomorrow. Slave Labour for one year !! As usual I'm posted in a batch with a lotta girls (5 boys in 18 member batch  :( ) Dunno why this keeps on happening... Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3418366375120276113?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3418366375120276113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3418366375120276113&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3418366375120276113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3418366375120276113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/meeting-new-people-is-fun.html' title='Meeting new people is fun !!'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuCSW1thdI/AAAAAAAABCM/nXY8BhO0H_c/s72-c/78623836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-639190634994387332</id><published>2010-03-22T02:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:42:53.180+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dudes In Love Series'/><title type='text'>Dudes in love...</title><content type='html'>Time Period - When I was in 1'st year MBBS&lt;br /&gt;Site - Anatomy dissection hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a newly joined first year MBBS student bubbling with enthusiasm, Anatomy dissection table could mean only 2 things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A place to learn the art of dissecting thro a dead cadaver and learning the fine nuances of the human anatomy. (level headed guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A place to prove that he/she is MBBS material n not wussies by wielding their scalpel at the poor dead cadaver. (Surgeon wannabes. Aarva kolaru guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why, but after a few weeks a few got bored of the necro-torture-philia... n we formed a group. Oh, we were interested in anatomy too !! One can say that we were more 'interested' in surface anatomy of our ovarian counterparts. Yeap, we were sighting/staring/ogling at the opposite sex standing opposite to us at the cadaver table. You've gotta accept there is something awesomely sexy about a girl swinging a scalpel n scissors !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, as we were 'studying' the surface anatomy and 'grading' the grandeur of it... Something struck out. One of my friends was a little too much into his Cunnigham's Manual of Dissection. Before I could probe into this anomaly, Our professor came to the table and started teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuCqxH8INI/AAAAAAAABCU/kGHSIY7c5N0/s1600/Smile307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuCqxH8INI/AAAAAAAABCU/kGHSIY7c5N0/s320/Smile307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such a lot of nerves n arteries n veins in the human upper limb !! Got bored and tuned my attention to my friend. He was STILL reading the friggin Cunnigham's !! TRAITOR. On looking close, I couldn't believe it. Not only was the page he was reading had nothing to do with what we were dissecting, but the damn book was upside down !! (Thank God, The book was covered with brown sheets, or else he would be banned for life from the dissection hall. Capital crime in Anatomy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a text book upside down could mean, either he has some really weird form of dyslexia  or  he has never once looked at the book from the start of the class (duh, easy answer !! occam's razor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly moved outta the dissection-interested crowd and towards him. BACK STABBING TRAITOR. The dude was sighting a girl without mingling with the crowd. Its kinda easy to know whether a guy is having a crush on a girl. We - guys make it pretty obvious (Not like girls !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; The guy's eyes will be glimpsing at the girl's eyes or face or the lock of hair infront of her ears or lips (I could go on n on with this... I was a good student of surface anatomy u know)....  rather than the more obvious below neck anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; (This is a more definite sign) He splits from his usual group of sight see'ers and decides to ogle at her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; When she smiles, He smiles... When she perspires, He sweats.. etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All symptoms - Present !!  Definitely a serious crush... I whispered to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;Dai, Book thalai keela iruku da !!&lt;/span&gt;"  (Your book is upside down man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He changed the book's orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;Avlo thookamaada ??&lt;/span&gt; "  (You are that asleep ??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feigned drowsiness n said  "&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;Aama da... kaalaila aaru manike enthichiten.. kadi.&lt;/span&gt;"  (Yeah man, woke up at 6 AM itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;Naan Nambitten da..&lt;/span&gt;"  *sarcasm*  (I definitely believe you man !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave a sheepish smile... Oh yeah, He knew that I knew !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;Kanava...?? nadathu nadathu !!&lt;/span&gt;"  (Dreams eh ?? continue ur good work..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sheepish smile !! DIAGNOSIS COMPLETE. Dude in Love !!&lt;br /&gt;First year MBBS, Anatomy dissection hall was a highly gory, highly smelly, yet a highly romantic space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. -&lt;/strong&gt; This was my first time stumbling across a love story in my college batch n there were more to follow. Many many more... Will be writing them in this series... "Dudes in Love"&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love once. But, I've never been in an actual love story (where the love is mutual). But, I've been around a lot of love stories... Love stories of my close friends. Some of them secretive. Some of them untold. This series will be ME writing about MY PERSPECTIVE on THEIR LOVE STORIES. No names. Just the truth spiced up fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-639190634994387332?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/639190634994387332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=639190634994387332&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/639190634994387332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/639190634994387332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/dudes-in-love.html' title='Dudes in love...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuCqxH8INI/AAAAAAAABCU/kGHSIY7c5N0/s72-c/Smile307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8773637960723501147</id><published>2010-03-19T16:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:44:41.397+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>The Lucky Chinese Tag...</title><content type='html'>Was tagged by Nuchu and Shimmer.   (A loooooong time back... )&lt;br/&gt;Dunno whats so lucky about this tag (Lets see)... was bored n had nothing to write about... So took it up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 TV Shows I watch/watched:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A few of 'em are still runnin and the rest are my all time favorites.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Friends (No surprise... still watching the syndications !!)&lt;br/&gt;2. Battlestar Galactica (Best sci-fi action series I've seen)&lt;br/&gt;3. Coupling (I love british sexual humor !!)&lt;br/&gt;4. Two and Half Men&lt;br/&gt;5. How I Met Your Mother&lt;br/&gt;6. The Big Bang Theory&lt;br/&gt;7. Heroes&lt;br/&gt;8. House&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite places to eat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Am not that fond of eating... anything spicy or trashy goes straight thro my palate...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Road side Bhel poori n Masala poori  (slurp slurp !!)&lt;br/&gt;2. Aryaas  (he he... spent most of my college life eating there..)&lt;br/&gt;3. KFC  (Only the Indian sites)&lt;br/&gt;4. Saravana Bhavan  (nothin beats it..)&lt;br/&gt;5. Radha park inn  (The chinese joint there is 'slurpy'..)&lt;br/&gt;6. McDonalds  (Some childhood fetish i think...)&lt;br/&gt;7. Java Green&lt;br/&gt;8. Hyderabad Biriyaanis at anyplace hyderabadi.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I look forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Finishing this friggin MBBS course&lt;br/&gt;2. Getting my first stipend during internship. 7000 bucks.&lt;br/&gt;3. Sporting a french beard or van dyke. (This will defn happen this year)&lt;br/&gt;4. Atleast doing a hydrocele surgery (if they let me)&lt;br/&gt;5. Delivering a child in OG postings&lt;br/&gt;6. Meeting the love of my life (this is on no.6.. pathetic I know.)&lt;br/&gt;7. Meeting a few of my blogger pals n Twitter pals&lt;br/&gt;8. Going to gym&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things that happened yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Saw 'The Rebound' movie. A crappy chick flick&lt;br/&gt;2. Tried a lotta new templates for my blog &amp;amp; didn't like any&lt;br/&gt;3. Heard the actor Goundamani was dead n was investigating all over net n in twitter. Found it was a rumor at last.&lt;br/&gt;4. Got the worst To-Fall-in-Love-advice from a chat friend !!&lt;br/&gt;5. Noon. was kinda puttin 'kadalai' in mobile.. I think... lols&lt;br/&gt;6. Tried unlocking a friend's Ipod touch n failed.&lt;br/&gt;7. Called a few of my friends to dine out. didn't work out.&lt;br/&gt;8. Got the worst 'how to get a new mobile from dad' advice from another chat friend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;he he... holidays... no productivity. full of futility !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I hate about summer&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(this was abt winter when the tag was passed to me.. lols..)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. We sweat&lt;br/&gt;2. Everybody stinks&lt;br/&gt;3. The friggin heat drinks all our energy&lt;br/&gt;4. Car seats and bike seats get hot where ever you park 'em.&lt;br/&gt;5. Everybody is cranky&lt;br/&gt;6. Sun rays thro the window at my room spoil my 'after morning' sleep&lt;br/&gt;7. No chance of a cool breeze anytime&lt;br/&gt;8. Power cuts make life a living frying pan !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I'm passionate about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Movies !!&lt;br/&gt;2. Cricket&lt;br/&gt;3. Day-dreaming&lt;br/&gt;4. Trying to make my friends smile a little&lt;br/&gt;5. Blogging&lt;br/&gt;6. Fixing things (I wud've made a great mechanic !!)&lt;br/&gt;7. Radiology (I dunno if its a passion or just plain laziness for which I like this field)&lt;br/&gt;8. Love (duh... this will top the list if I ever find one..)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 words or phrases I use often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Mokkai da..&lt;br/&gt;2. LOL&lt;br/&gt;3. He he...&lt;br/&gt;4. Enna koduma saravanan ithu !!&lt;br/&gt;5. Arun is...  (I speak of myself as a third person a lotta times)&lt;br/&gt;6. where are you ? what are you doing ??  (My most sent-out SMS)&lt;br/&gt;7. Eat out ??  (My Most sent-out SMS 2)&lt;br/&gt;8. huh&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Places I would love to Go,Visit or See:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. New zealand&lt;br/&gt;2. Switzerland&lt;br/&gt;3. New York during christmas&lt;br/&gt;4. France during february&lt;br/&gt;5. Kerala (jus to look at the beautiful gals  :P)&lt;br/&gt;6. Spain&lt;br/&gt;7. Amsterdam&lt;br/&gt;8. Italy (heard there were some 15 topless beaches in there !! Yeap..)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Phew... This tag really took a lot of patience n a looot of time !!  Even trimmed two or more '8 things' to make it short (?!)...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyone who is suffering from Blog-stipation n has a lotta time is welcome to try out this tag  :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8773637960723501147?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8773637960723501147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8773637960723501147&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8773637960723501147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8773637960723501147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-chinese-tag.html' title='The Lucky Chinese Tag...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4856252521358621017</id><published>2010-03-16T16:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:44:13.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Yay, Arun pass in final year.</title><content type='html'>Yup, I've passed in my final year MBBS !! &amp;nbsp;No more attending classes, No more studying for exams !! (atleast till I join a PG course)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuC70LiRZI/AAAAAAAABCc/ZoEBMTPo4Sw/s1600/Final-year-marks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuC70LiRZI/AAAAAAAABCc/ZoEBMTPo4Sw/s320/Final-year-marks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends have failed... :( &amp;nbsp;and am not really in a position to console them... This shucks !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be joining my internship by the next week or so... Already worrying about it... Its WORK !! &amp;nbsp;:( &amp;nbsp; I want more n more holidays !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. Short post.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-4856252521358621017?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4856252521358621017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=4856252521358621017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4856252521358621017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4856252521358621017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-arun-pass-in-final-year.html' title='Yay, Arun pass in final year.'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuC70LiRZI/AAAAAAAABCc/ZoEBMTPo4Sw/s72-c/Final-year-marks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-534138443706848261</id><published>2010-03-12T19:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:55:07.131+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips amp; Outings'/><title type='text'>One day trip with my friends...</title><content type='html'>Went for a One day trip with my friends to Thirparapu waterfalls, Padamanapapuram palace and Kanyakumari... I liked the traveling &amp;amp; chatting up (kalayals n mokkais) with friends part more than the places itself... :) &amp;nbsp;Anyways, the trip was awesome !! We took a lot of pics... Duh, that was kinda the objective of this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had high dreams of traveling to Goa or Shimla in these final year holidays... Grrrr... Finally had to settle with this !! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the trip --&amp;gt;&amp;gt; I DROVE. Yup, all 300 Kms.. 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Success !!&lt;br /&gt;God Saves Arun --&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Alwayz&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-534138443706848261?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/534138443706848261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=534138443706848261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/534138443706848261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/534138443706848261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day-trip-with-my-friends.html' title='One day trip with my friends...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuDLsklMUI/AAAAAAAABCk/myrHQNeG3Gs/s72-c/IMG_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2826923106224533446</id><published>2010-03-07T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:44:27.526+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>These Holidays are worser than College days !!</title><content type='html'>I hate doing anything thats even trivially related to studying or working during my holidays (duh ! everybody does !). Considering This might probably be my last cluster of holidays before I get into 'The work life' - trying to survive in the competitive world,  My plan was - I MUST ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, NO FRIGGING WAY !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Use these holidays and try to learn as much as possible about Ultrasound, CT etc... Only you've got facilities n backing like this. make good use of it !!"  -  Dad. Parental pressure.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I protested.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Why are you wasting your days ??  Your dad is workin day and night for your well being only. Can't you just accompany him to his office and make him happy ?? thats the least you could do !!"   -  Mom. Sentimental blackmail.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had to accept the proposal now !! (or I would become the ungrateful son)  n So I did !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hating every bit of this training torture now !! Been at it for 10 days... sucks. (It was interesting initially, to be honest. but now its jus BORING. I hate to learn !) I just wanna sit infront of TV or PC  all day n watch movies  :(   I want my holidays to be usual. I want my holidays to be just holidays, not some preparatory phase for Work Life !!  hell.. I'm still a 'student' n I still havent even passed my final year.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Parents could be pretty selfish at times.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They wanted me to do well in school --&amp;gt;&amp;gt; I was pretty friggin good  !!&lt;br/&gt;They wanted me to get a free seat at a Medical college --&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Did that too !! (way beyond expectations)&lt;br/&gt;They wanted me to pass thro every year in college without arrears --&amp;gt;&amp;gt; So far doing that. (with a lot of luck !!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;n Now, I must sacrifice my holidays too just to make 'em feel good n self assured that their Son has a safe future ???  I agree that its all for ''My Own Good".  But I just wanna be LAZY n HAPPY in my holidays !!! n I'm doing that from tomorrow onwards...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No more Dad's office !! (*gulps*. Easier said than done. Dad wud be pretty pissed n I'd definitely receive a phone call which will make me visit the office once again.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ciao. Will update on the 'protest' results in the next post.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2826923106224533446?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2826923106224533446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2826923106224533446&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2826923106224533446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2826923106224533446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/these-holidays-are-worser-than-college.html' title='These Holidays are worser than College days !!'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4475840313923104824</id><published>2010-03-04T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:44:22.510+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Beauty Asleep in My Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love sleeps hidden;&lt;br/&gt;Love stays hidden.&lt;br/&gt;I didn't kiss the sleeping princess.&lt;br/&gt;Fairy tale Forever - My life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. - &lt;/strong&gt; An optimistic outlook on untold love. Concealed love never has an ending (Never even has a beginning actually !!).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No Reactants  ---(No Catalysts)---&amp;gt;&amp;gt;  No Heartbreaks !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-4475840313923104824?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4475840313923104824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=4475840313923104824&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4475840313923104824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4475840313923104824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/03/beauty-asleep-in-my-dreams.html' title='The Beauty Asleep in My Dreams...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-934499551502800535</id><published>2010-02-28T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:44:04.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><title type='text'>What if - My Nearest &amp; Dearest In Twitter</title><content type='html'>Friday night. Power cut. Nothing much for me to do than lie down n gaze at the ceiling. Was thinking about a lotta stuff - from stupid views like 'When I was gonna get a girl of my own' (not a synthetic doll girl, an actual girl with whom I was gonna fall in love with head over heals) to tricky questions like 'Why the heck are those two dogs doing something-something exactly opposite my house ? ' (yeah... this happens daily nowdays !!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, suddenly I was thinking about my family n the lack of communication in it... wouldn't it be great if they were all on twitter ?? I was actually contemplating about nagging Dad to start a twitter account. Then it suddenly struck me. What the heck am I thinking ??  DAD n MOM n SIS on twitter ??  I tilted my head n looked up like in Scooby Doo cartoons (when scooby thinks about scooby snacks) n let my imagination run wild.... WHAT IF...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Tweet Fantasy 1 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo:&lt;/span&gt; F**k this shit !! Can't stand this torture anymore... I'm soooo cutting the next surgery class. #MovieTheatreTime  :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;arunDadMe:&lt;/span&gt; @arunamigo Yen da solla matte... unakenna... Inga oruthan 5 hrs mattume thoongi, 7 days a week velai paakuren la... jolly'a cut adi !! Ooru s&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;arunDadMe:&lt;/span&gt; @arunamigo ooru suthu !! Antha kaalathula naan ellam Street light'la kaalaila 4 maniku enthichu padichi munnuku vanthiruken da... neeyum nal&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;arunDadMe:&lt;/span&gt; @arunamigo neeyum nalla padichathaan, intha competitive world'la polaika mudium !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;arunDadMe:&lt;/span&gt; sollratha mulusa solla mudiyutha ?? 140 letters ku mela type panna poga maatiku... Yevan da kandupidichathu intha twittera ? waste of time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Tweet Fantasy 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo: &lt;/span&gt;In theatre with friends. Makin fun of the heroine !! entire theatre lookin at us I think.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo:&lt;/span&gt; Oops. This chick got angry at our comments -  "Neeyellam akka thangachi kooda porakala ??"  Lols, Semma comedy !! I do have a sis ! how did she know ??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008000;"&gt;arunSisDoc:&lt;/span&gt; @arunamigo Dei naaye... Theatre'la poiye rowdythanam pannathillama, en maanathayum vaangiruka... thooo... Thirunthu da !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008000;"&gt;arunSisDoc:&lt;/span&gt; @arunMomMe amma... ivanuku seekiram kalyanatha panni vai ma !!  Panra akramam thaangala...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Tweet Fantasy 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Actually Mom doesn't even need a tweet from me to get a response outta her...)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;arunMomMe&lt;/span&gt;: My son Arun wrote 5000 tweets !! I doubt !!  he is studying or not...??  all time on this twitter only.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo:&lt;/span&gt; Welcome to twitter ma... I do study... sometimes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;arunMomMe:&lt;/span&gt; Ooh... My son Arun has so many girl friends in twitter !! He never tells me all this... naughty boy !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo:&lt;/span&gt; ma, they r just friends...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;arunMomMe&lt;/span&gt;: Actually, my son Arun is very shy... but here he is talking everything. That too mostly with girls !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo:&lt;/span&gt; amma !! Stop embarrassing me !! public public !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;arunMomMe&lt;/span&gt;: Chai... Even here, he is not even replying me... I have written so many tweets to him !! are all sons like this ??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo:&lt;/span&gt; Aiyo amma... SEE YOUR @ replies in the side bar ma...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;arunMomMe&lt;/span&gt;: Still no reply from my son Arun...  :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo:&lt;/span&gt; mokka da saamy !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Tweet Fantasy 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;arunamigo:&lt;/span&gt; In Native town with family.  In Love with my family.  :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;arunMomMe&lt;/span&gt;: My son Arun is lying... actually I had to call n beg him 8 times to get him to this town. He doesn't love this town &amp;amp; this family&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #008000;"&gt;arunSisDoc:&lt;/span&gt; Dei, naan unake AKKA !! I know... Adaki vaasi sentimenta !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inference&lt;/strong&gt; - Nearest n Dearest in Twitter --&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Worstu Idea ever. even in imaginations...  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-934499551502800535?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/934499551502800535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=934499551502800535&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/934499551502800535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/934499551502800535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-if-my-nearest-dearest-in-twitter.html' title='What if - My Nearest &amp;amp; Dearest In Twitter'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2969073654610807156</id><published>2010-02-24T18:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:43:58.350+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>One day I was bored n the next day - New Blog !!</title><content type='html'>Yeap... It happened just like that. Three days before university practicals, I was super bored n stressed, didn't know what to do... I was browsing a couple of hosting sites... n 30 mins later, I was using my dad's credit card to buy a domain !!  (Haven't told him though...still... )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know, I know... I'm already an useless blogger n in no need of another blog (That too a paid one !!). But I just wanted to try it out. It was sure fun building a site from scratch n configuring every bit n piece of it  :D.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And it wasn't that much costly either !! jus 500 bucks from my dad's account to buy the site name. Also, The first one year is fully free hosting !!  From the next year, I'll have to pay some 120 bucks each month (I'll be earning by that time.. he he.. )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okies. So, I put up a simple template in the blog n put a Digital Business Card in the opening page... lols... Internet is very generous... Even I can have a Digital Business Card !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Site --&amp;gt;&amp;gt;  &lt;a href="http://arunamigo.in/" target="_blank"&gt;http://arunamigo.in/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now pour in your Views / Criticism / Nakkals / Scoldings etc... :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; - I know this is my 3rd blog change in 6 months !!  But, This'll be my last change (duh, I bought the blog n there is no going back from this now... he he..)  For the Loyal Royal readers of my blog  ( Shiva, Ganapathy, Brocasarea, Nuchu, Raja ) n the new guys (Meow n Shimmer) n other silent readers - Kindly put up with my repeated metamorphosis n Update your bookmarks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks Guys.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2969073654610807156?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2969073654610807156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2969073654610807156&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2969073654610807156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2969073654610807156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-day-i-was-bored-n-next-day-new-blog.html' title='One day I was bored n the next day - New Blog !!'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-823269511257402045</id><published>2010-02-19T16:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:57:27.692+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>My Independance day !! The exam shit is finally down the drain...</title><content type='html'>Pheeeeew... Never wanna go thro this again in my life... never ever never... Exams SUCK !!!  n back to back exams are like crap's crappy way of dealing with more crap !!  I barely slept 3 hours a day during these exams... n was on ulcer tablets n head ache tablets all four days... Stress easily gets to me you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, The last two exams were easy... OG n Pediatrics, will pass in 'em.  But Medicine n Surgery clinicals were 'terror' !!  Have to wait for one more month till the results are out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Presentations -&lt;/strong&gt; Pedia Long case. Mitral Regurgitation. Cardio-vascular System - I love you. The only presentation in which I answered all the questions precisely n correctly. I even answered a few highly logical questions outta thin air... he he  :D.  The second prize goes to - Surgery Long case. Thyroid - Solitary nodular goitre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Presentations -&lt;/strong&gt; It will probably be a tie between Medicine long case n Ortho short case. In medicine, I got Respiratory system and the patient had some 4 areas of dullness n bronchial breath sounds n a hell a lotta more findings. T'was difficult to arrive at a proper logical diagnosis. So I presented the case as it was and gave a provisional diagnosis. The externals asked me to give a better diagnosis n I simply couldn't, cos of the enormous number of findings in that case. So, findings right, Diagnosis wrong.  :(  Ortho was an entirely different story. Got the findings n diagnosis right n was answering a few questions right. Thats when the presentation went haywire... The questinos went deep into the subject n I was like "Sir,This may be.. Sir, That could be "  n blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luckiest Moment -&lt;/strong&gt; O &amp;amp; G clinicals. I was the last roll number in my batch n a lot system was being conducted to hand over the cases. I had no choice n had to pick up the last n only paper. n Awesome surprise. The cases were 'Anaemia Complicating Pregnancy' n 'Uterine Prolapse' - The exact two cases I presented for my model clinicals exams... Yay !!  Grand success !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pal Arul was of great help during the exams... Dunno what I wud've done without him. BIG THANKS da tower !!&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n another sweet surprise !!&amp;nbsp; I open my blog dashboard after days n I find that someone has gone all thro my blog... 105 pages in one single day !! Dunno who that is... Blessed soul !!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuGFka5TXI/AAAAAAAABEk/ZceREYge2zM/s1600/picture-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuGFka5TXI/AAAAAAAABEk/ZceREYge2zM/s320/picture-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm thinking about the holidays... 45 days !!&amp;nbsp; Planning a trip with friends. The options - Goa or Shimla.&amp;nbsp; yet to decide on one... Goa trip has been a long delayed one. we've been planning the trip for the last 3 years... Pravin wants to go to Shimla cos his brother has a car n traveling will be easy n fun there... So, Yet to decide on one...&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays Everyone !!&amp;nbsp; (oops, Most of you guys will be working or studying your asses off... he he... holidays only for me then... :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-823269511257402045?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/823269511257402045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=823269511257402045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/823269511257402045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/823269511257402045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-independance-day-exam-shit-is.html' title='My Independance day !! The exam shit is finally down the drain...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuGFka5TXI/AAAAAAAABEk/ZceREYge2zM/s72-c/picture-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-9022144942731655654</id><published>2010-02-11T21:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:59:10.870+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>New Custom Made (by me !!) Header... n Theory exams over btw...</title><content type='html'>Yup, spent the last 2 or 3 hours making various headers for this blog...n uploaded this one (see above ^^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, Exam news - PASS !! yeap. The theory exams are over n I'll pass in all of 'em (I hope. Still have to wait for the results though). This year was less stressful than previous year exams. I was kinda over-confident n it worked for me. Saw 2 tamil films in theatre during exam time (Thillu !!)... n some 3 english movies in pc... :)  Pravin was determined not to come to the movies.. but me n Pranesh dragged him into the back seat n drove to the theatre... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Clinical exams by coming monday. Hope luck stays with me. 9 outta 10 students flunking in final year fail only due to clinicals !!  *gulps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to the header image... chose a classic papyrus background, wrote my name in a stylish font n threw in a few terms which best describe me (Eg: Liar, mokkai) and things which i like (eg: cute chicks, movies).... n Voila, HEADER !!&amp;nbsp; Pour in your views - awesome or sucks !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this header is not exactly color-compatible with my green colored blog... but, these WP themes suck... only very few themes to select from... so, crippled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuGd-pOQgI/AAAAAAAABEs/KtnWhDFLyHs/s1600/mine-main1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuGd-pOQgI/AAAAAAAABEs/KtnWhDFLyHs/s320/mine-main1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I'm thinking about owning my own site (one more toy to play with !! )... he he... yeap, I'm that vetti n I'll be more free after exams !! plus, it costs only like 2 dollars per month... 90 bucks from my Dad's credit card... He wont notice.. :P  n suggest some nice names for my site btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-9022144942731655654?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/9022144942731655654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=9022144942731655654&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/9022144942731655654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/9022144942731655654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-custom-made-by-me-header-n-theory.html' title='New Custom Made (by me !!) Header... n Theory exams over btw...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuGd-pOQgI/AAAAAAAABEs/KtnWhDFLyHs/s72-c/mine-main1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4614763276742165284</id><published>2010-01-22T04:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:43:39.220+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Exams are pure Evil !!</title><content type='html'>First, it was 7 exams in 9 days... Then one week leave followed by 4 days back to back practicals... but, NO... those fuckers in the Directory of medical education were not satisfied !!  They decided to push us into vacuum n cut our air supply too !!  Now, the practical exams are scheduled to start the very next day after the theory exams  :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This means 11 exams in 14 days... How the fuck am I gonna survive 14 days with only 2 or 3 hours of sleep everyday ?? n not to mention that I've to memorize some 4000 to 5000 odd pages...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sleep deprivation, High amounts of stress, head ache before each exam, poor diet... Seriously, these exams are an inhumane method of torture !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This will probably be my last post before the exams (hoping to cut off internet from my life for the next few days... lets see how that works out...)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I don't post another post for the entire month of February... consider me dead  :P&lt;br/&gt;Hoping to survive these mind-fucking exams...&lt;br/&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-4614763276742165284?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4614763276742165284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=4614763276742165284&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4614763276742165284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4614763276742165284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/01/exams-are-pure-evil.html' title='Exams are pure Evil !!'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5506424351114849640</id><published>2010-01-20T18:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:43:24.919+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Scribbles'/><title type='text'>Best-est Exam Advice EVER !!</title><content type='html'>My friend, Shiva told the best exam advice ever... (Actually he told it to Pravin... n pravin told it to me)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It goes like this...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;" மச்சி... நம்ம குடும்பம் என்ன வறுமையில வாடுதா... இல்ல, கல்யாணம் ஆகாத மூணு அக்கா தங்கச்சிய நம்ம தான் கறை செக்கனுமா  ??  ஒரு மண்ணும் இல்ல !!  பெயில் ஆனாலும், ஆறு மாசம் நம்ம வீட்ல கூழோ கஞ்சியோ கண்டிப்பா ஊத்துவாங்க டா... அப்புறம் எதுக்கு டா கவல பட்டுகிட்டு... விட்டு தள்ளு !! "&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To say the truth, I was kinda worried n stressed about my exams... but after hearing this (life changing) philosophy... I haven't touched my book  :D  (Oh God, please deliver me from this evil n save your child  :P )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;English Translation - " Dude, seriously... our families ain't exactly the penniless kind... nor do we have the responsibility of marrying 3 over-age sisters... Even if we fail in these exams, our parents are gonna feed us... So, stop worrying n be cool dude !! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5506424351114849640?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5506424351114849640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5506424351114849640&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5506424351114849640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5506424351114849640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-est-exam-advice-ever.html' title='Best-est Exam Advice EVER !!'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3648500187660579162</id><published>2010-01-18T01:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:06:20.838+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>New year... B'day... Family... Exams... Stress !!</title><content type='html'>I didn't wanna post anything till my friggin Final year exams were over, like I did in last year Jan... But here Iam bored n stressed n wasting hours before a computer.. So why not post..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my new year has been treating me good. Lots of movies... Tv series... B'day treat on 12th... Family get together on Pongal... Got lucky with pediatrics n OG attendance lag...&amp;nbsp; So Its been pretty good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the nearing exams (impending doom) !!&amp;nbsp; Been stressed 'cos of that... haven't even studied 10% of the portions n only 2 weeks to go... Hope Luck stays with me n&amp;nbsp; God doesn't screw me (he hasn't for the past 3 years in a row&amp;nbsp; :D).&amp;nbsp; But I have to accept, this year pre-exam season has been less stressful than the other years... 3 reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm kinda (over)confident that I'll pass the theory exams, cos I can write a full page about any given question even if I havent studied it... (3 yrs of med college n 1 yr in clinicals expertise u see..)&lt;br /&gt;2. I havent called any of my college mates for the past few days... 'cos I know they've been studying n I dont wanna stress myself even more... This is one big change from the the previous times, when I used to call everyone up n ask how much they've studied... Lets face it - Whatever the fuck they've studied ain't gonna help me pass in the exams. So why bother...&lt;br /&gt;3. Battlestar Galactica TV series, Lots of movies n Twitter&amp;nbsp; have been keeping my mind off the exams... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TV n movies... Watched 'Sherlock Holmes' today.&amp;nbsp; It was zoooper funny n thoroughly entertaining !!&amp;nbsp; I wanted to see a dark n mysterious movie.. but from scene 1, the movie was naughty n witty... Robert Downey Jr gave a new version to Sherlock. LOVED the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished seeing 'Battlestar Galactica' TV series.. Yup all four seasons in the last 3 weeks !!&amp;nbsp; thats nearly 55 hours&amp;nbsp; !!&amp;nbsp; :O&amp;nbsp; not my fault... The series was highly intriguing n addictive... I rate it as the best 'Drama/Action'&amp;nbsp; series I've watched. Yup Its better than 'Prison Break' IMO. have to write a big post abt it after the exams are over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n My B'day was great... Got a lotta surprise wishes from friends... FL &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-blast-artz-and-arun.html" target="_blank"&gt;dedicated a post in WL&lt;/a&gt; at midnight... Was pleasantly surprised... :D&amp;nbsp; My cousin gifted me a stereo headset n Coll friends gave me a framed 3D horse artwork thingy..&amp;nbsp; Treated my coll mates grandly at night !! Didnt have enough money n had to cash out extra bucks from my dad's ATM card.. This wud be my last treat paid by Dad's money... so spent a lil bit more... But the bloody friggin bastards (i.e. Coll friends)&amp;nbsp; ate as if it was their last meal before Judas was gonna betray 'em... he he... some of em even complained that they still had room in their stomach (seriously, how big n elastic is the stomach btw) n ordered freshly made juices to top off their meal n screw off my purse... Surprisingly, I didnt mind much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pongal was great too..family get together in my native... saw my sis n cute nephew... He is adorable n chubby... cuuute !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats whats all I've been doing this Exam fever January... n that brings us to today... Hoping I start studying seriously from tomorrow... Honestly, hoping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya all after the exams... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My B'day pics... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuHrscL9lI/AAAAAAAABE0/US1zfggTmDI/s1600/img_1493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuHrscL9lI/AAAAAAAABE0/US1zfggTmDI/s320/img_1493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuH5hiD4uI/AAAAAAAABE8/Oc36LzuxRM0/s1600/img_14971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuH5hiD4uI/AAAAAAAABE8/Oc36LzuxRM0/s320/img_14971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuIGLMr0zI/AAAAAAAABFE/K1JZVjfu3_4/s1600/img_15091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuIGLMr0zI/AAAAAAAABFE/K1JZVjfu3_4/s320/img_15091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3648500187660579162?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3648500187660579162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3648500187660579162&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3648500187660579162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3648500187660579162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-b-family-exams-stress.html' title='New year... B&amp;#39;day... Family... Exams... Stress !!'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuHrscL9lI/AAAAAAAABE0/US1zfggTmDI/s72-c/img_1493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3568419563379657572</id><published>2010-01-01T04:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:43:13.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year End Memoirs'/><title type='text'>The way it was... 2009.</title><content type='html'>So, yeah... the year 2009 ends...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the whole, this year, for me... was all about new experiences. The year began at a stressful note with the exams n attendance lack fiasco... Then got more stressful, with me grouped with 6 gals (n me the only guy) in medicine postings... it was the worst part of the year. Then It got better as the rest of the postings were just 'phoooey'...  I joined a blog called 'The writers Lounge'... got a lotta friends there... wrote a few stories n thingies... Then I ceased writing n went back to my older ways... :)  It was refreshing... started a couple of new blogs n finally shifted to wordpress...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;2009 was the year....&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When I became more self-confident and less insecure...  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When My new n cute nephew - Arjun was born n made my entire family uber happy  :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When I got a lot of awesome blogger friends... n then I changed my blog thrice... n lost in touch with most of em.  :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When I called a gal on her mobile n her sister picked it up. I stuttered n made a fool outta myself..  ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When one of my profs threatened to kill me if I don't answer the next question with a right answer (Yeap, I gave the wrong answer once again, n nopes he didn't kill me..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When I made my first more-than-one-hour-phone-call. Followed it up with more late night/early morning one hour phone calls.  :)  (not doing that now... Sleep is more important n my dad pays my phone bills)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When I got addicted to an online game so much, that I even cut classes n woke up by 4AM in mornings to play it.. (It was a kinda life changing experience... gotta say that.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When I made a crazy decision n traveled some 160 Kms to see a movie (which I had already seen) in 3D.  (Craziest thing I did this year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;The only year in my college life when I attended all the internal exams !!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When I started using twitter a lot. Made a few good friends there. It's a good time pass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Life lessons learnt this year:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Think whether it really means anything to you... before progressing too much into it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's always better to have 'Less'  n experience more of that 'Less' , than to have 'More'  n experience less of that 'More'&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Money means shit. (Hope I remember this in the future.. I really do.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;People come people go... The ones that matter always stay with you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;--&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Happy new year everyone... Have a great year ahead !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3568419563379657572?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3568419563379657572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3568419563379657572&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3568419563379657572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3568419563379657572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-it-was-2009.html' title='The way it was... 2009.'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-581764883585728317</id><published>2009-12-14T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:43:03.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love advice'/><title type='text'>Galfriend gyaan I've received in my college lyf...</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine from school called me a few days back. This was how a part of the conversation went...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "So, How many ??"  (he giggles)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; - "Errr.... how many what ??"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "How many NOW man ??  Got any ??" (once again that irritating giggle..)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; - "What the heck are you blabbering about da DOG"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "You knowwww..."  (I could feel him nodding his head at the other end of the line)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Basically what the stupid dude is trying to get outta my mouth is how many girlfriends I've got... lols. I said I don't have any (like there's any kinda mystery in it. nah.. everybody knows it)  but, he didn't believe n kept on interrogating me. This torture went on for another 3 minutes... Ugh..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, for the other people who are limping thro their relationship journey happily/sadly  with crippled theories about  love... I present  them with these valuable piece of love philosophies told to me by persons who had first hand experience in luuuve... Its called "The Galfriend Gyaan".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;When you guys start your first year of college, don't sink your heads into those friggin books. Keep your head high n survey the herd (gals side of the class) and pick out the prime ones and get on board quickly. Cos' by the time the first class trip is arranged, everyone of em gals, will be 'corrected' and you would be 'the weirdo guy who doesn't talk to gals'. Once a weirdo... always a weirdo.  -  A senior told this to our group on the eve of the day scholar's day.  TRUE THAT !!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its okay... So, You missed out on your first year. No biggie !! Cos in the next few years, You are the senior in college.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Every cute fresher girl, on her first year of college, has a limited period of availability. The senior who makes the most outta that window of opportunity, gets into a short but exciting relationship. ( Eventually the girl gets bored n finds a guy from her own batch. 'No problemo senorita t'was fun while it lasted' thinks the senior ) - This was actually formulated in my mind while havin a rather interesting convo with Arul about a cutie pie junior gal who has had as many boyfriends as her years in the college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh... So, You are like me... Had no luck 'as' a fresher n had no luck 'with' a fresher...  Welcome to the club n listen to Shiva's gyaan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Its like Distance leads to enchantment. People without a GF want one... while, people on other side with a GF feel to get outta it  n be a freelancer (??) with no commitments, n unnecessary emotional sequences where u got to project u like that girl, that u care for her ;when u really don't. - Shiva  (This actually feels like a great advice to soothe your mind... but on some level it feels like he is just bragging a little.. knowing the guy, He probably did !! :P  )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, what if love had struck you n failed in it...?? thats when this guy turns up with his gyaan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;எல்லாம் மாயை டா... பொண்ணுங்க ரொம்ப விவரம்... தேவை இல்லாட்டி கழட்டி  விட்டுட்டு போய்ட்டே இருப்பாங்க... (Everything is like a mirage dude... Don't trust gals... Love is 'use n throw' for them)  -  Said by my best bud Pranesh. Nope, he is not drunk or high on drugs... Nopes, he aint 45 yrs old !!  But still platinum advice to heal your mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Huh.. how about that... thinking so much, I couldn't find a single relationship advice I've got from Ganapathy, The college's mass lover !! The man with 5 stars (each star denoting each GF) Then I realised 'empty vessels make more noise'  he ain't empty !!  THE LEGEND !!  )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. -&lt;/strong&gt; So much for the relationship gyaan... Love is what Love ain't (I made this up just now !! ). For everyone its new... for everyone its different. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-581764883585728317?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/581764883585728317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=581764883585728317&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/581764883585728317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/581764883585728317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/12/galfriend-gyaan-i-received-in-my.html' title='Galfriend gyaan I&amp;#39;ve received in my college lyf...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-7451998019544848097</id><published>2009-12-07T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:42:53.664+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>I'm starting to feel 'it'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's the december of the year and I'm starting to feel 'it'. The timelines have started.  :(  (for those who are confused, pls read below.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is the time of the year (2 months before the univ exams) when I start to play three altogether different characters SIMULTANEOUSLY !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Characters:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1) The Loner&lt;br/&gt;2) The Beggar&lt;br/&gt;3) The Addict&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Timeline of The Loner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every one of my classmates would leave me behind (Soo typical of em) and would have already started getting friends with 'The Five Big Fat Assholes'. Those five assholes being Davidson, Bailey, Ghai, Mudhaliar and Shaw, the guys who wrote the text books for final year MBBS subjects.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thus begins my lonely paddle boat journey across the River of Thousand Deaths, through the Valley of Exam Anxiety. This journey is like Influenza(common cold). Easy to diagnose, with no valid treatment. You gotta live through the constant ache to get it over with.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I mostly never call any of my friends during this time, cos being friends with 'The Five Big Fat Assholes' kinda rubs off on them. They too become assholes in my view. Pravin is the only guy whom I can call at this time, cos he is always paddling nearby me in the journey. Its only in the last phase of the journey, he goes full-throttle on the paddles n gets far ahead of me. Pranesh takes an altogether different path of hyper crazy n hyper religious, Nobody knows where he is or what he does during this time of the year.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I paddle alone in this journey and I go to war alone n under-prepared.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Timeline of The Beggar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to beg for the fucking 'attendance' to get our clearance for the exams. Thank God !! In this timeline I'm not alone and I've a vast degree of experience. Yup, most of my friends fall into the pit of 'attendance-lack' and we will be doing this begging for four years in a row this time... :)  sooo much of valuable experience !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But still, the begging sucks. To every department HOD, professor and even clerks n registrars sometimes. Every year they've let us go for the exams after constant begging. Hope this year it happens the same.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Whats more annoying than the begging is, a few of my friends who enjoy as much as me during the academic year, maintain a  80 % attendance !! Ganapathy n Shiva come in this category. They come to nearly all the noon shows to movies, yet somehow they properly maintain their friggin attendance !! Traitors.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Timeline of The Addict:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Needless to say, in order to survive 'The three butchers of joy'(the stress, the loneliness and the guilt), I usually make myself get addicted to certain things n try to forget the butchers. no no no !! I don't drink or take drugs or eat a lotta junk. My addiction is far more evil and far more enticing. Movies and TV series.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Think about it,&lt;br/&gt;1) I'm kinda a movie n tv series freak&lt;br/&gt;2) They cost nothing n are easily available (unlimited download you see..)&lt;br/&gt;3) They are available right at my room and nobody else has to know about the addiction !! *wicked smile*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My iMac never gets switched off and will be continuously downloading all the evil in the world (ie., movies n TV). I would be seeing as much as 5 movies per day !! n have finished entire seasons of TV series on a stretch !! As I said, ADDICTED.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thats it about the 3 characters/ghosts of exam time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, why am I starting to feel 'it' ?? Cos I've already started living one of the characters, 'The addict'. Saw 9 episodes of How I Met Your Mother and 8 episodes of The Big Bang Theory, in the last 2 days... 'The begger' will show up when the attendance registers are dusted off and 'The Loner' will have to wait until january of 2010.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. -&lt;/strong&gt; "Errr... where the fuck are the timelines u said abt??" You may ask. Wait For It. Oh yeah, there is one more post, equally depressing n more pathetic than this one coming up with detailed timelines of all the three characters... :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-7451998019544848097?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7451998019544848097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=7451998019544848097&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7451998019544848097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7451998019544848097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-starting-to-feel.html' title='I&amp;#39;m starting to feel &amp;#39;it&amp;#39;...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3702927273830828946</id><published>2009-11-30T02:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:09:29.252+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Mom n Dad - 25th Wedding anniversary :)</title><content type='html'>Me cho kappy !!&amp;nbsp; Apart from being their silver jubilee anniversary celebration,&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; gave mom n dad one more reason to smile today. A cute heartfelt gift to my folks with a fair bit of hard work n personal touch from my side.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; made 'em both extra happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this awesome idea to make a collage of our family pics n gift it, when I was idly waiting in the market place... lols, all&amp;nbsp; good ideas come to those who think useless. So, got into action quickly n designed a collage in some 3 hours (me not technologician you see...), printed it n framed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuI3h38CmI/AAAAAAAABFU/1GXTWhBFgbY/s1600/family11-1024x801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuI3h38CmI/AAAAAAAABFU/1GXTWhBFgbY/s320/family11-1024x801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely... ain't it..?? &amp;nbsp; he he... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High point of the day - Makin everyone happy n thus me too kappy...&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low point of the day - Getting hyper bored in the temple for about 2 hrs !! seriously, temples are boring without cute gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family pic. (Sis n bro in law n cute nephew missing !! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuIvoWmIqI/AAAAAAAABFM/yDXYmmVRwQY/s1600/img_1427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuIvoWmIqI/AAAAAAAABFM/yDXYmmVRwQY/s320/img_1427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look fat !!&amp;nbsp; have to get rid of those extra adipose in my cheeks... friggin friends... always makin me eat out !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the entire day went in good spirits... Wishing my mom n dad to have lots of jubilee anniversaries... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3702927273830828946?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3702927273830828946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3702927273830828946&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3702927273830828946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3702927273830828946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/11/mom-n-dad-25th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='Mom n Dad - 25th Wedding anniversary :)'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuI3h38CmI/AAAAAAAABFU/1GXTWhBFgbY/s72-c/family11-1024x801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3934919604405325789</id><published>2009-11-28T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:42:37.561+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Arun'/><title type='text'>Think Little...</title><content type='html'>I know some bloggers have come across this 'blogging crisis'... no this is not the 'writer's block', which everyone suffers from time to time. This is blogging crisis - you don't know what to blog about anymore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I remember, when I started out blogging... I used to write about my views on life and all about it. But, there is only so much one can write about it. Then my posts centered around my travels, my movie reviews, college mishaps, sarcastic/fictionised stories about my college mates jus to irritate em... lols. Then I wrote a few stories n poems (Dunno whether they can be termed as poems... they were just thoughts put into fabricated words). Then I stopped writing them altogether.Now I dunno what to blog about.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is what happens when you start thinking too much !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, New blog... New impressions... Am so far pretty satisfied with WordPress, except the part where I can't add javascript widget on the side bar... :P  Altogether its pretty simple n professional.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.S. - If you guys have come across any good, interesting tamil blogs, pls leave the link in the comments section. Am getting pretty fond of them nowadays. :)  Ciao.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3934919604405325789?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3934919604405325789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3934919604405325789&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3934919604405325789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3934919604405325789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/11/think-little.html' title='Think Little...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6094646213762740442</id><published>2009-11-26T17:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:14:15.165+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic thoughts'/><title type='text'>She Stole My Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuKAGQni5I/AAAAAAAABFk/GZcHjs-13hY/s1600/1280788-1-rain-day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuKAGQni5I/AAAAAAAABFk/GZcHjs-13hY/s320/1280788-1-rain-day1.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;I've lost all my Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;As I look up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daylight is no more&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the sun warming my skies.&lt;br /&gt;Its all dark clouds now,&lt;br /&gt;Veiling over my sun.&lt;br /&gt;Yet,&lt;br /&gt;I keep smiling&lt;br /&gt;Cos, Its raining love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can pirate as many 'SUN'days as she wishes....&lt;br /&gt;As long as the sea is... love.&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy 'Sun'day everyone... (oops, it ain't Sunday still.... who cares&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; )﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6094646213762740442?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6094646213762740442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6094646213762740442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6094646213762740442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6094646213762740442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-stole-my-sundays.html' title='She Stole My Sundays'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuKAGQni5I/AAAAAAAABFk/GZcHjs-13hY/s72-c/1280788-1-rain-day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3791319036015117144</id><published>2009-11-02T00:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:42:22.917+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Car Laughs With Pravin...</title><content type='html'>I drive around in an old Santro whose engine produces more sound than a 1500 watts stereo system. Most of the time I wont be the one handling the wheels. It'll be one of my best buds - Pravin.  Fact 1) He is a better driver.  Fact 2) I get easily distracted by cute gals passing by.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When we are cruising thro in my four wheeled metal of terror, we strike up sometimes funny, sometimes creepy n sometimes wicked conversations.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Car Laugh 1:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pravin was talking about his elder brother who is doing his PG. In the middle of the convo,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Your bro saw many movies during his MBBS life ??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Pravin:&lt;/span&gt; Nah, he wasn't the movie type of guy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. So, he is the patiently-reading-novels type..??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Pravin:&lt;/span&gt; Naaah, He didn't even read a single novel da...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Then, What the heck did he do in those five and half years ??&lt;br/&gt;Pravin: (Didn't even think for a moment)  He fell in love with a girl da...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A few seconds of understanding silence between us two. Fact - I'm a movie maniac, seeing atleast 7 movies a week and Pravin reads a lotta novels n sees as many movies as I do. So, bottomline - We both didn't have a Girlfriend to spend (read: waste) time with. This sudden realisation struck us. Are we two loser guys stickin together ?? The panic thought didn't last.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; He He... Your loosu brother wasted all his 5 damn years da... atleast we had a great time seeing movies n readin novels... n we acquired some great knowledge (?? ) too !!!  Poor dude didn't even enjoy his college life...&lt;br/&gt;He agreed and we both had a great laugh, as if the realisation hadn't even dawned on us.&lt;br/&gt;he he... we, the awesome loser dudes....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Anyways, Pravin noted the point - Get a GF quickly. News Update - Pravin has achieved his love. He is nowdays dancing in dreams with Miami (pet name) and I still am single :)  n happily available !!! )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Car Laugh 2:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pravin is a maniac driver. Period. Everyone who has been with him while on a car race or in his bad mood knows this. He was as usual driving maniacally thro the traffic when I said...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Dai dai... Slow down da... Kolai veri nayee (Mad dog begging for death)... slow the heck down !!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Pravin:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmmm... YOU are callin me a Kolai veri nayee... remember the time when you killed that dog on the highway ??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Fact - Once while I was driving pravin to bus stand, in a good speed... A stupid dog came in the way n didnt move either way n it was too late to hit the brakes. A loud bang. The dog ran (limped) to the sidewalk n we went in a hurry...)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Dai... I didn't kill it da... Might have just fractured it... While on my way back, I stopped the car and searched da... Didn't find any dog body !!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Pravin:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah... what wud you have done if you found one ??  mouna anjaliya selutheerupa?? (Would u've arranged a memorial for the dead dog??)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Naaah... I would have just took a picture of it and posted it on twitter  "Death on highway. Dr.Arun suspected."  and I would have received a lotta 'lols'  and 'OMG's... he he..&lt;br/&gt;Laughter.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Car Laugh 3:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happened during the same journey. As usual pravin drivin maniacally. A  4 or 5 year old came to the middle of the street suddenly. Pravin stopped the car at the correct time. My mind went back to the dog incident. If i were the one driving... That lil dude would've been dead by now... I'm too slow on brakes.&lt;br/&gt;The lil' guy still didn't even move an inch...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Pravin:&lt;/span&gt; Friggin' children... pissin me off... he is still not moving da... (He WAS getin really pissed)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What do you say... give full throttle man... hit the acclerator... lets take him out... he won't even leave a dent da... what do you say ??&lt;br/&gt;Wicked Laugh. Good thing, that the child left the road by that time. he he...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h3&gt;P.S. - So, If you see a santro car with license plate no 1122... Stay the hell away !!!  :P&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3791319036015117144?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3791319036015117144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3791319036015117144&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3791319036015117144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3791319036015117144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/11/car-laughs-with-pravin_02.html' title='Car Laughs With Pravin...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2214693981858747316</id><published>2009-10-30T17:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:12:06.339+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog Address Changed...</title><content type='html'>Its not a shift to wordpress or some other blogging platform. I'm staying with blogger. I'm getting bored of this blog for quite some time now. Just want to have a 'move on' and start something new. Start something original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Its always been itching me. The blog title, 'My Life As I Know It' - was not conjured by me... Copied it from some other guy's blog name. I was starting out new in blogging and just wanted some good name. So, I created a new blog with a name conjured by me n me only. &amp;nbsp;'Cupid's Lunatic' . It is the title I gave to one of My favorite writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My New Blog -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cupid's Lunatic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the new blog, I'm thinking about starting new. Starting something much simpler than this blog. Starting with the template... its just 'Minima - Black'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer -&lt;/strong&gt; The blog is just gonna be my personal rants n stuff... nothing more than that. No stories or poems (I wasn't good at them anyway &amp;nbsp;:P ) &amp;nbsp;So think twice before following me... I might just bore you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. -&lt;/strong&gt; Oops... where is the comments section to this post ?? &amp;nbsp;(You can see it in my new blog...) Marketing idea mateys !!! &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of my old n soon to be deleted blog &amp;nbsp;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuJfwEm9iI/AAAAAAAABFc/lCtYtCZEfOQ/s1600/mylife-asiknowit1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuJfwEm9iI/AAAAAAAABFc/lCtYtCZEfOQ/s320/mylife-asiknowit1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2214693981858747316?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2214693981858747316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2214693981858747316&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2214693981858747316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2214693981858747316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-address-changed_30.html' title='Blog Address Changed...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAuJfwEm9iI/AAAAAAAABFc/lCtYtCZEfOQ/s72-c/mylife-asiknowit1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-1019765377943096063</id><published>2009-10-26T03:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:41:43.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>100th post... 100 smiles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, I've reached a 100 posts.  Its been a slow and un-steady journey. It has took me exactly one year, six months and ten days...  5.55 posts per month.  :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks you all for being there with me, commenting and encouraging my writes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started this blog when I entered my third year in college just because I was bored and didn't have anything else to do. But, now it means more to me than just a web log. I have connected with people from different backgrounds, different traditions and upbringing, none of whom I would have met if not for this space. I'm glad to say I've made a few friends along this journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, for the inspirations and support they have given me... I just wanna say a few words about each of em and what they mean to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family Comes First&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raja and Kumar&lt;/strong&gt; -  My cousins and blogging support from my family. Raja is very mature with his writes, blogs his passions, posts amazing tamil poems with a new n different theme in every post. love reading about his nostalgic posts... Kumar is tries his hand on every genre of writing... Love, suspense, horror, acrostics, everything... he's been kinda-not blogging nowadays... hope he returns soon... got to know more about both of them thro their blogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends Next:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ganapathy and Shiv&lt;/strong&gt;a -  My college friends. Shiva blogs and Ganapathy is happy with commenting and Me n Shiva are happy with ottifying Ganapathy. Its always a pleasure to blog about our misadventures (Read: Ganapathy's love entanglements) in college and wait for their comments. Luv to read the college gossips from Shiva's blog thro his puzzling narrative. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pranesh&lt;/strong&gt; - Unique commentator... He actually reads my blog in full flow, all the posts, then comments and then calls me n asks why I wrote this? Wha I thought like that?? What were my view regarding that subject ??  etc etc... motivates me to write more abt college life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging Friends are the best :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aparna&lt;/strong&gt; - Writes amazing, pristine to the detail stories n poems. my favourite post by her - skulls and skeletons. I got to know of WL thro her only... thanks a thousand times for that Aps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arjun&lt;/strong&gt; - Comedy mama... had fun reading about his weirdest dreams n strange encounters in life... He tells about himself as a serious guy... But, I honestly don't believe him... No serious guy could write such comic posts. Awesome guy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artz&lt;/strong&gt; - A virtual sis. although I'm a few minutes older than her, she shows way more maturity in years (Patti). Had a lotta laughs by teasing her. I dunno what others think, but, she is intimidating. A person of same age,  havin a matured outlook and a demanding job, when I'm still feeding off my parents... he he.. intimidating !!!  :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asit Dhal&lt;/strong&gt; - Honesssssst n true to his soul blogger. Has a comic way of narrating his life n happenings... still remember one of his posts - 'the asshole within me'...  luv his attitude when it comes to life and gals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brocasarea @ Pratap&lt;/strong&gt; - My very first blogger buddy... a fellow medico. Luv to read his daily adventures in hospitals n his thots about life. I consider him as Mr.Perfect medico student loving what he does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiducia&lt;/strong&gt; - Her poems are kinda uniquely good... dunno why I feel so.... Unique. she has a different style of writing I think. She has been regular in commenting n encouraging my writes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FL @ Mridul&lt;/strong&gt; - Eccentric dude. Buddy from WL. Absolutely love his romantic writes n penguin grasshopper posts...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kajal @ Pink Orchid&lt;/strong&gt; - She'll always be 'pinky' to me. Highly encouraging abt my writes in WL. I know her only thro her writes...  A gifted poetess. I wish her a bright future in life n love n marriage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuchu&lt;/strong&gt; - Chweet sis. Always on a perky mood. The blogger whom I share many similarities with.. we both are lazy and we both hate what we do, she, her job  and  me, my course. Always been a great support to me. She has an amazing marriage/love story  and following her blog has always been a joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prats&lt;/strong&gt; - The surviving phoenix. Her passion for blogging amazes me. Writes amazing poems with simple words which never fail to convey a deep sense of love n pain (been askin her to write a chweet poem for a long time now). PLZ don't delete your blog again.  :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulkit&lt;/strong&gt; - Dunno which of his writes I like more.. His hyper romantic poems with a great style or  His themed story series... He is good in both of em. One of my favourite bloggers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose&lt;/strong&gt; - I think she was my first friend from WL. Avery sweet friend, always brings me smiles. But, I've lost touch with her nowadays  :(  still remember that combo effort to write a dark post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosh and Sona ka&lt;/strong&gt; - The awesome mom n daughter pair, ever supportive friends. Love Rosh's small stories... She's writing matured writes at 12 !!! Her road to become an author is BRIGHT. You must blog Sona ka !! Sona is a super caring n kind sis... Love chatting with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saim @ CN&lt;/strong&gt; - Love His Metaphors !!!  period.  Read his blog even before I was a regular blogger.  His write 'Shades Of Rain - Angst' is starred in my Greader. The only blog post which is starred in mine. Simply love his writes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam @ Bumble @ Chandler&lt;/strong&gt; - Love his views on life n love. Dont know much about him personally, but love his long updates on life. He has an awesome attitude. n more... he too is an iphone enthusiast !!!  no more reasons needed to like him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satheesh&lt;/strong&gt; - A highly supportive friend. Another fellow medico. I always luv to see his loong comments on my posts... Flatters me with his huuuge appreciation for my writes. great bro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonshu&lt;/strong&gt; - The lil' one. .Luv her cute acrostics. Her passion for blogging at an age of 15... kinda makes me feel like the 'past generation'...  Wish her great luck on her aspirations of becoming an author.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephen&lt;/strong&gt; - Stibu mama. what to tell about him... dude actually researches before writing his posts. He is a great friend n one of the co-owners of WL. love his writes on relationships. He was the first blogger whom I actually spoke with in phone.. he has a squeaky tamil. Networking Harry Potter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinu @ Leo&lt;/strong&gt; - My motivating stimulus !!  He writes amazing poems with the same speed I eat thro lays chips. Poetry comes naturally to him. He's a sensitive guy n an ever helping friend. Sorry for that one time I hurt you man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamini Meduri&lt;/strong&gt; -  I initially knew her as a sweet poetry blogger. But, she is way more than that... her poems on various social awareness themes were jus awe inspiring...  Love mattading in telugu with her... :) chweet friend to have...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; - Pheww.... Took me about an hour now... Hope I didn't miss out anyone...  Once again, thank you all my friends for your support n motivation !!!   Hoping to start out new with the next post... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-1019765377943096063?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1019765377943096063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=1019765377943096063&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1019765377943096063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1019765377943096063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-post-100-smiles_26.html' title='100th post... 100 smiles...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8587146842472378348</id><published>2009-10-09T04:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:41:30.608+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Scribbles'/><title type='text'>Morning SMS</title><content type='html'>Wrote these and sms'ed to a good friend at morning 4 AM !!!&lt;br/&gt;lols.  I'm a torturing friend with a sweet soul...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your every smile tickles my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You are the best friend anybody could find...&lt;br/&gt;Now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My heart's full of You...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With You beside me, My life has a better view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish to be your friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until,&lt;br/&gt;Your eyes become grey and&lt;br/&gt;My hair becomes white.&lt;br/&gt;When You can't walk anymore and&lt;br/&gt;I can't hear anything...&lt;br/&gt;I will be your walking stick and&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will be everything I hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.S. - Chweeet...  Rite ???  Its 'cos Arun is 100% chweet !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8587146842472378348?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8587146842472378348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8587146842472378348&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8587146842472378348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8587146842472378348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-sms_09.html' title='Morning SMS'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-7776013283453191795</id><published>2009-10-02T17:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:34:20.207+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>A Few Diary Entries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is gonna be one looong boring post. :-)  So beware.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pranesh treated us for his B'day in advance. Tomorrow was gonna be his b'day. I wished him by mid night. sent a custom made sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Some Best Friendships are born thro Mistakes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Some Mistakes make the Best Memories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You are My Favourite Mistake...  :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kave a Kappy Bat'day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My nephew entered my world. He looked super cute. Went shopping with my co-sister for itty bitty baby things. he he.... he sure is a precious baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 17:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Big day. The Surgery internals with case presentation. Me n my unit mates raided the wards the day before and took  case histories. I took a Bilateral Direct Inguinal Hernia case. Sappa case. So, I woke up at 2 in morning and studied all my books about hernias. But the case presentation wasn't all that serious. The surgeons just made fun and were cool.  I did a very good presentation. The prof praised me (After a long time).  Yay !!!  Finally... I didn't screw up a practical exam...  happy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 17:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Evening. I wanted to treat my friends (a few of em were also bugging me) for my nephew birthday. I took em to the cheapest ice cream place possible 'Amul'.  But the bloody guys milked my purse... Became a beggar overnight.... n also had to borrow some bucks from pranesh... he he... but I loved the occasion n was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Me (in orange Tee) n The ice cream demolishers. &amp;nbsp;look out for the guy in cow boy hat !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSpCcFHbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/cWxTqV643PY/s1600/IMG_1231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSpCcFHbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/cWxTqV643PY/s320/IMG_1231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(The mess we created.... A barbaric Yuck !!! &amp;nbsp;:-D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSm-o8U3I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/wqM1lAsIiug/s1600/IMG_1226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSm-o8U3I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/wqM1lAsIiug/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The next day. Took my 'A' batch guys for a small treat to a place nearby our hospital. Once again milked. Had a great time once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Me, Elichavaayan Arul, Innocent Ganapati, Astonished Aibu, Big man Bulbie, n Regular Raju. &amp;nbsp;n No I'm not treating the gals sitting behind us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSlWLh0_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kNgbZSS3Krk/s1600/IMG_1250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSlWLh0_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kNgbZSS3Krk/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The last day of my surgery clinical postings. The journey of 3 months. Awesome time. Had a great time with my unit mates. This posting was a lot pressure-less when compared to my medicine postings. SURGEONS ARE WAY MORE COOLER THAN PHYSICIANS. I'm gonna miss my easy going  profs and the jolly classes. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(The empty ward class.... am goin nostalgia already !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://arunamigo.in/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/img_12531.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSi3VUSOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/S47avP8im-M/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSi3VUSOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/S47avP8im-M/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 19:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wrote a Guest post for my blogging sis Artz.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/wind-and-butterflies.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Wind and The Butterflies... The Destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;  She was hyper happy. Me too !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 21:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Went to Akbar sha's home for Ramzaan. Biriyaani !!!  :-D  while on our way back Siva n Pravin raced to our town, with pravin using 'MY' Car. Shit !!  after 3 near death experiences Pravin won the race with my car. But some weird smell cam&lt;br /&gt;e from my engine and since then its been giving some weird sound too...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 28:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was my friend Preetha's B'day. Planned to wish her by midnight 12. But I didnt (Not my fault. She dozed off quickly)... Then wished her by morning 4, while she was studying. he he... never wished anyone by 4'o clock. She was kinda pissed after I tweeted that it felt weird wishing her at 4.  Had to do a lotta consoling to perk up her mood again. Had to send a lottta sorry sms n b'day sms. Anyways, She cooled down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sep 29:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My school and college friend Aadil's B'day. He treated us grandly. Zooooper  party. Ate a lot in the restaurant and then Pranesh n Aibu pulled a cheap trick on me ( *censored* ) . he he... after the treat, we went to our college lecture hall n trashed the place. Cake cutting n thermocol throwing. The place was a mess after we left it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This pretty much sums up my month.... &amp;nbsp;:-) &amp;nbsp;lot of happy moments !!! &amp;nbsp;lots of b'days !!! lots of treats !!! &amp;nbsp;n sorry for borin ya ppl...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ciao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-7776013283453191795?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7776013283453191795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=7776013283453191795&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7776013283453191795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7776013283453191795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-dairy-entries_02.html' title='A Few Diary Entries.'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/SsWSpCcFHbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/cWxTqV643PY/s72-c/IMG_1231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3125491018891552949</id><published>2009-09-13T16:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:30:14.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>A New Smile, A New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so Happy... Everyone around me is Happy...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My sister gave birth to a cute lil' son...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cute n rosey... Everytime he cries... he turns pink...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not the only kid in my home any more... &amp;nbsp;:P &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm now an 'Uncle'... 'Maamu'... 'Maams'.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt_K88vhUI/AAAAAAAABB8/_ZNwD3YgaqE/s1600/img_1185-768x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt_K88vhUI/AAAAAAAABB8/_ZNwD3YgaqE/s320/img_1185-768x1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The picture above, is his first yawn... while bringing him from the Operation theatre to the maternity ward in an elevator... he yawns... 30 mins after birth... No guesses on how he is gonna turn out in future... Lazy n Cool... like his maamu...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's my nephew kickin ass...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt_pc66xuI/AAAAAAAABCE/139NimrViuk/s1600/IMG_1212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt_pc66xuI/AAAAAAAABCE/139NimrViuk/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. - This blog has been put on a break for a few weeks... I also haven't been visiting any of my friends' blogs... I'm thinking about starting fresh in due time... Until then...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ciao....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3125491018891552949?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3125491018891552949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3125491018891552949&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3125491018891552949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3125491018891552949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-smile-new-beginning_13.html' title='A New Smile, A New Beginning...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt_K88vhUI/AAAAAAAABB8/_ZNwD3YgaqE/s72-c/img_1185-768x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2756477361458794347</id><published>2009-08-30T03:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:40:35.534+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drowning in blue'/><title type='text'>Drowning in Blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;Every time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;I let my love sail through my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;It steers head on to the iceberg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;The impact haunting my nights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;Deserted by love and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;Drowning in blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - Drowning in love singing my blues... muffling myself into the quietness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2756477361458794347?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2756477361458794347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2756477361458794347&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2756477361458794347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2756477361458794347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/08/drowning-in-blue_30.html' title='Drowning in Blue...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3041900628341438737</id><published>2009-08-24T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:40:25.057+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drowning in blue'/><title type='text'>Love Autopsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;They autopsied my love and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Declared it as suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;I knew that long ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;When I saw you holding his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;And,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;I still couldn't stop loving you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Love proved fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - Starting a new series 'Drowning in blue'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3041900628341438737?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3041900628341438737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3041900628341438737&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3041900628341438737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3041900628341438737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-autopsy_24.html' title='Love Autopsy'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6556834695821467473</id><published>2009-08-19T02:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:40:08.969+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>5 times Arun - Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1mind2worlds.blogspot.com/2009/08/take5.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leo @ Vinu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  tagged me... :-D  n today is his B'day... Wishing him lots of happiness...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;About the TAG:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The idea is, to list five items in each category and not necessarily in order of liking. You can always add or subtract categories according to your will. Then tag five people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My five favorite words:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Hmmmm  -  Expresses whatever I wanna express... comes in handy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Luv  -  I like this word more than the feeling  itself... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Chuweeeet  -  Lovely word. Always makes me smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Cute  -  My most used word... referring to gals, poems, things...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. :-D  -  not cheating... I luv this smiley a lot... if hmmm counts. this counts too..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My five favorite celebrity crushes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Kirsten Stewart (The reason I read n saw twilight... multiple times...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Aishwarya Rai  (my first celeb crush)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Rachel Weisz &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Michelle Monaghan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Genilia D'souza  (ah... the angel...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My five favorite random things:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. My imac - I get crazy when I spend a day without it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. My iphone - I'm 80% sure  that will get into drugs, if I lose this phone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Movies - They taught me everything. Made me who Iam..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Music - to amp up my mood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Junk Food&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My five favorite Childhood Memories:&lt;/b&gt; (Courtesy: Vyshu)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Playing Hide n Seek  with cousins  and  the funny places we used to hide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Eating lunch with friends in shade of trees in school&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Spending the summer hols in my grandparents home... we were 10 cousins.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Listening to  Grandpa's stories sitting in varanda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. The maid who used to work for us Lakshmi... cared for me a lot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My five favorite Literary Characters:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Romeo  from Romeo n Juliet  (Luv his dreamy speech while professing love to Juliet)  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse:separate;font-family:sans-serif, sans-serif;font-style:normal;line-height:19px;"&gt;Edmond Dantès&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;line-height:normal;border-collapse:collapse;font-style:italic;"&gt; from Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Mark Antony from Julius Caesar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Bella Swaan from Twilight  (:-D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Karna from Mahabaratha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Five Favorite  Movie Characters:&lt;/b&gt;  (My addition)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Harry  from When Harry met Sally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Jesse from Before Sunrise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. The Pikey from Snatch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Amelie from Amelie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Xavier from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:12px;font-style:normal;"&gt;Les Poupées russes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="A&lt;br/&gt;pple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Wowie.... I loooove making lists... just luuuuuv it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;People I wanna Tag - Anyone who likes it n hasn't done it.... pls take it up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:#93C47D;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:#93C47D;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6556834695821467473?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6556834695821467473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6556834695821467473&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6556834695821467473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6556834695821467473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-times-arun-tag_19.html' title='5 times Arun - Tag'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8778035777219343087</id><published>2009-08-16T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:39:52.378+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>My August 15th..</title><content type='html'>This is not a post where I advice India n Indians to get better.. become a super power... Do this, Don't do that... etc...  just a post where I'm gonna babble how my August 15th went...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up by 7'o clock... Decided it was too early on a holiday, played a few slow tracks from my mobile n went back to sleep again... Finally woke up by 8. Shaved, bathed n ate by 9 30... was watching TV while eating... There was this Leoni's pattimandram ( A talk show), laughed my heart out... was awesome... haven't felt this light in laughter in a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then mom n dad called me... put me on some guilt about not visiting them often, asked me to come to my home town today itself. I gave a silly but effective excuse - I have my medicine test on wednesday, So have to do some group studies with my friends. n they believed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Switched on my imac, saw a lotta independence day posts... posts by &lt;a href="http://cataclysmofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/iindiaindependent.html"&gt;comfortably numb&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://soulofawoman-rane.blogspot.com/2009/08/confessions-of-selfish-indian-err-me.html"&gt;soul of a woman&lt;/a&gt; were good, thought provoking. The morning went great... twittered a lot... got some new friends... was chatting with my friends in GTalk till noon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then saw this tweet about SRK detention thingy... yucky face of indian media n publicity stunts... hate it. Kalam was in a similar security check before n the news didn't even make it till one month later. C'mon what better way to earn publicity for a movie named "My Name Is Khan" than  making an issue outta a secondary security check  in US  n complaining "They detained me cos my name is khan"... n that too on Independence day... FYI, I luuuuuv SRK in movies. I just don't like these silly publicity stunts which harm the sentiments of the people of both the nations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started seeing this movie I downloaded, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0865554/"&gt;The Informers&lt;/a&gt;. It was about the life in Los Angeles before AIDS... ie., 1983. It was a pretty erotic movie, about people exploring their sexuality n drugs... extensively. But had to stop the movie in the middle. My lil' cousin sister came, talked with her then started watching Ice Age 3 with her (cos the movie I was seeing wouldn't have sent a right message).  She left after a while n then I finally finished the movie. The movie doesn't show this, but implies that all characters end up being dead cos of HIV spreading within their group due to multiple partners n drug abusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I badly wanted to study for my medicine test... but ended up chatting n twittering. Then by 11'o clock, started writing a guest post for Nuchu akka's blog... had a fun time doin it, imaginations running wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I slept finally by 12 30 listening to tracks by Led Zeppelin. This group is my new craze... the drums n guitars are awesome....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - Thanks for listening to my bullshit... It was not the perfect Independence day an Indian should spend, but I ended up being happy n felt independent. I think thats what our forefathers fought for from the British. So, In a way I actually am fulfilling their wishes.... n Arun is pretty damn proud of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8778035777219343087?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8778035777219343087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8778035777219343087&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8778035777219343087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8778035777219343087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-august-15th_16.html' title='My August 15th..'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-680732281618519235</id><published>2009-08-14T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:39:33.767+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>My Friendship day tweets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tweets by &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/arunamigo"&gt;Arun&lt;/a&gt; on Friendship day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tweet Thot 1 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friendship is the feverish rest in a rainy november morning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tweet Thot 2 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friendship is when its raining cats n dogs and you take shelter under the shade of a tree and someone kicks your ass back into rain again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tweet Thot 3 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friendship is... when the girl you have a crush on walks by without even noticing you... n your buddy says "Chappa Figure da Arun !!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tweet Thot 4 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friendship is when you are writing bits for your exams.. your buddy advices you its a waste of time n asks you to take micro-xeroxes instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship Tweets by Friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/md_saim_fattah"&gt;Saim&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love: Isn't abt expressin wid heavy words.It's abt understandin a gentle touch n a pure heart.Friendship: Is 2 laugh @ d nonsense above:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/LostMermy"&gt;Lost Mermy&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friendship is when you give up your crush/love coz he wants a friend more than a Girlfriend !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.S. - I luuuuuv twitter... Luv writing short n random  thots on it even more...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. -  Have an app installed for twitter in both my &lt;a href="http://twitterfon.net/"&gt;phone&lt;/a&gt; n &lt;a href="http://www.atebits.com/tweetie-mac/"&gt;mac&lt;/a&gt;... both are awesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-680732281618519235?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/680732281618519235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=680732281618519235&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/680732281618519235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/680732281618519235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-friendship-day-tweets_14.html' title='My Friendship day tweets...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-7210426051943679804</id><published>2009-08-09T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:39:23.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Nuchu, Chandana n Bala</title><content type='html'>Had 3 tags hanging over my lazy head....&lt;div&gt;not anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tagged by &lt;a href="http://princess-nuchu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nuchu&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;– Available/Single? - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FF00;"&gt;Single... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; – Best Friend? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FFFF;"&gt;Pravin n Pranesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; - Cake or Pie? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"&gt; neither...I like halwas more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; – Drink Of Choice ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E69138;"&gt; Lemonades.. anytime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; – Essential Item You Use Everyday? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;Axe duo... thrice daily..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; – Favorite Color?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; – Gummy Bears Or Worms? &lt;span style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Gummy Bears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; – Hometown? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Kovilpatti...  hate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; – Indulgence? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#A64D79;"&gt;bein with friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; – January Or February? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"&gt; January... Arun is all happy on january.. cos of his b'day n the numerous hols...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt; – Kids and their names?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"&gt;I dont even have a GF... lols... k.. the girl names i like r meera n veena... boy name - Arun Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F4CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;– Life Is Incomplete Without? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;people who care for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; – Marriage date? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E06666;"&gt; he he... its the end of the road... n i've fractured my limbs at the start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt; – Number Of Siblings?   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;1  sister ... Aarthi... (not that dupid blogger artz...) my real life sister is too named Aarthi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse:collapse;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; – Oranges Or Apples?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt; Apples... cold n green apples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt; – Phobias/Fears? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt; Snakes n thieves... i always check under my bed for both of em..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F4CCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt; – Favorite Quote?&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; "Never take life seriously, You may never get outta it  alive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; – Reason to Smile? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#A64D79;"&gt;my friends n their comic love stories.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; – Season? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;"&gt;Winter... with snow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; – Tag 3 or 4 people? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;  EVERYONE WHO LIKES THIS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; – Unknown Fact About Me? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF00FF;"&gt;I've killed more than 1000 mosquitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; – Vegetable you don’t like? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brinjals... YUCK !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt; – Worst Habit?&lt;span style="color:rgb(182,215,168);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"&gt;sitting around in net all day n browsing nonsense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; – X-rays You've Had? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt; Numerous... may be around ten.. i've had  two surgeries n numerous root canal procedures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; – Your Favorite Food? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00FFFF;"&gt; Noodles, Spicy Biriyaani, Sausages, n bhel pooris..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; – Zodiac Sign? &lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;Capricon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tagged By Chandana:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse:collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;The other tag is by &lt;a href="http://chandana-shekar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chandana Sekar&lt;/a&gt;...  Its the 'A' tag...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real .... nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;So, here I go again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;1.What is your name: Arun Kumar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;2. A four Letter Word: Able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;3. A Boy's Name: Aakash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;4. A Girl's Name: Archana   (luv the name...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;5. An occupation: Aeroplane driver.. :P (seriously, are there any occupations starting with A?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;6. A colour: Amber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;7. Something you wear: Adidas shoes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;8. A food: Apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: Anti bacterial tooth lotion (phew... seriously this tag is difficult..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;10. A place: Austria  (My sis says it s grt honeymoon spot.. wanna go thr.. :-))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;11. A reason for being late: Accident mam... so traffic jam mam... really sorry mam... wont happen again mam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;12. Something you shout: Aiyo.. mokkai da...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;13. A movie title: Amelie (I luuuuv it )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;14. Something you drink: Apple juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;15. A musical group: Aerosmith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;16. An animal: Antelope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; div style="margin:0;"&gt;17. A street name: Anna nagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;18. A type of car: Audi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;19. Something scary: Anatomy professors .. LoLs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ice cream flavour: Apple crunchies... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;P.S.  Phewwww..... it was reeeeally difficult doin this... but great experience... he he..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TAGGED BY BALA - My Cousin Bro:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(51,51,51);line-height:19px;font-family:verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div class="posttitle" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="letter-spacing:1px;font-weight:normal;font-family:Georgia, Verdana, Arial, serif;font-size:1.4em;margin:1em 0 0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing:normal;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-832" title="award" src="http://balasrini.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/award.jpg?w=147&amp;amp;h=159" alt="award" width="147" height="159" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="margin:1em 0;padding:0 1em 0 0;"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:1.6em;margin:.7em 0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rules of the award are as follows:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-image:url('http://s3.wordpress.com/wp-content/themes/pub/mistylook/img/bullet.png');margin:1em;padding:0 1em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Link the person who tagged you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copy the image above, the rules and the questionnaire in this post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post this in one or all of your Blogs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer the  questions(I’ve written below with answers) below following these Rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recruit at least seven (7) friends on your Blog Roll by sharing this with them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back to BLoGGiSTa iNFo CoRNeR (PLEASE DO NOT CHANGE THIS LINK) at http://bloggistame.blogspot.com and leave the URL of your Post in order for you/your Blog to be added to the Master List. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:1.6em;margin:.7em 0;padding:0;"&gt;So, let me fill up the above checklist with my answers…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-image:url('http://s3.wordpress.com/wp-content/themes/pub/mistylook/img/bullet.png');margin:1em;padding:0 1em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The person who tagged you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;a href="http://balasrini.wordpress.com/"&gt;BALANAGESH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:1.6em;margin:.7em 0;padding:0 0 0 60px;"&gt;He is my cousin bro n an awesomely chweet guy... I ve never seen him get angry...  ever... he is a great guy...  His blog has nostalgia,  poetry , stories,  social issues, n his own opinions about them... its amazing... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-image:url('http://s3.wordpress.com/wp-content/themes/pub/mistylook/img/bullet.png');margin:1em;padding:0 1em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date when you were tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; August 4, 2009&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:1.6em;margin:.7em 0;padding:0;"&gt;                    he he... its the fastest i've taken up a tag n done it... i think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-image:url('http://s3.wordpress.com/wp-content/themes/pub/mistylook/img/bullet.png');margin:1em;padding:0 1em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persons you tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So here, I’m passing on the award along with the tag to….  see below....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah....  3 tags... in 1 hour....  awesome timing Arun...  anyways have a great sunday everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The persons i'm tagging these tags to -  Everyone who comes across this post... n comments on it..  I will stalk their blogs n check em individually... so beware of commenting on this post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he he... just kidding...  pls comment... !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-7210426051943679804?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7210426051943679804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=7210426051943679804&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7210426051943679804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7210426051943679804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-nuchu-chandana-n-bala_09.html' title='Tagged by Nuchu, Chandana n Bala'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6708055225922415134</id><published>2009-08-04T17:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:39:07.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider in My Heart'/><title type='text'>The spider in my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(Fragment 3 of the tetrology. Read &lt;a href="http://arunamigo.in/blog/2009/07/21/my-heart-the-drug-dealer/"&gt;Fragment 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://arunamigo.in/blog/2009/07/25/the-heart-is-for-lease/"&gt;Fragment 2&lt;/a&gt; for this to make any sense... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"What's your name then ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"It's spikey.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At a leisurely pace, she started renovating my heart... chamber by chamber... weaving her web all over my bruises... stitching my cuts, kissing the heartache goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My heart was in ruins... She made it a relic... antiquated by spiderwebs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She healed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. -&lt;/strong&gt; Yeeah.... about that... Spikey is a spider...  who else could occupy my lonely heart ?  n spiders tend get into places which are uninhabited for long periods... like my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;n thanks for reading thro my borin crap for these past three writes... he he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stopping this tetrology with this  3rd post... (Ya...I can see some of you saying "Thaaank God"...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will write fragment four n complete this tetrology when some cute girl colonizes in my heart (i.e, when I fall in love again dumb heads...)...  So long long time to go till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6708055225922415134?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6708055225922415134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6708055225922415134&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6708055225922415134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6708055225922415134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/08/spider-in-my-heart_04.html' title='The spider in my heart...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6130941048783607634</id><published>2009-07-25T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:38:56.401+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider in My Heart'/><title type='text'>The heart is for lease</title><content type='html'>(Fragment 2 of the Tetrology. &lt;a href="http://arunamigo.in/blog/2009/07/21/my-heart-the-drug-dealer/"&gt;Read Fragment 1&lt;/a&gt;, for this to make any sense)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a fine rainy evening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came knocking at my door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;To liven-up my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frozen in its core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"Hey !!  Need a place to stay... for a while... is the 'To-Let for My Heart'  still on ?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Finally, a tenant for my heart, I was happy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Yeah. It is... but.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"what ??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Its ain't a perfect place... Its a wreck. Has a lot of bruises.... tears... cracks.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"Why..??&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"hmmm... when the last tenant was here... Me and my heart kinda made a irrevocable treaty. Consequently, I closed its doors and intentionally lost the key and left the previous tenant locked in there to die. When..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"When I finally came back... She was disintegrated... putrid... Lifeless "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke down. She who was listening, came close by me and soothed me with all her hands in my shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"I tried to dislodge the remnants of her... Fragments of her were knitted secure to my heart...  didn't come off easily... parts of her shredded the walls of my heart... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;She spoke at last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"Hmmmm... that explains the bruises, tears and cracks... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"So, as I said... It ain't new... aint perfect either... needs a lot of mending... and I completely understand if you don't want to stay there now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"Dude.... see this ??"&lt;/span&gt; (she turns back to show off her work pack)  &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"I AM the right person for your heart... I fix things, fuse them up... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"I can sew up your heart in no time and I'll be the best tenant you never had. So, when can I move in? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made me smile. I liked her. Perhaps she is the right person to lodge in my heart for the time being... I replied,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Anytime... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made a chirpy smile and a second later she was populating my lonely heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I remembered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"What's your name then ??  Did I ask it ??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"No man.. You didn't. Thought You would never ask."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to be continued... next fragment is a 55 fiction)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6130941048783607634?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6130941048783607634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6130941048783607634&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6130941048783607634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6130941048783607634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-is-for-lease_25.html' title='The heart is for lease'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8947959109753643399</id><published>2009-07-21T21:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:38:44.353+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider in My Heart'/><title type='text'>My Heart - The Drug Dealer</title><content type='html'>I caught a glimpse of her smiling. That innocent smile, I couldn't take my eyes off... I tripped over and fell in love. The first and the only time I sensed love within my black heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is black... cruel... selfish... It hungered for her presence, coveted all the love that humanity had archived. Yes, It was addicted to love, but didn't want to face the pain of a rejection. It made a simple plea to me  " Please don't make me get hurt.... Please don't take away this love... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple request from my heart, a selfish one... raised in fear of getting broken... getting dead. How can I deny such an uncomplicated request ?  After all the love it has pumped thro my body ? The love which gave me so much thrill, Love which made me love myself, Love which I desire more after each passing breath. My love, a cut above the rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I pondered over the thought, the more it became evident to me. Like my heart, I too live off my love. I too, am addicted. I made my choice. I decided never to tell her. I wanted to keep on loving her... Thus never getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered my heart's plea....  " Yes. I promise. "&lt;br /&gt;My heart pumps up more love... and I don't let it get hurt. Straight forward Give and Take treaty with my heart. I was proud of my decision. I was happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked a few steps, still in awe of the simple treaty with my heart, It struck me. What have I done ?  I have killed all the great times ahead in my life... I have changed what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I have mutated my love into a narcotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I walked towards my home, the more it seemed to get farther.&lt;br /&gt;I broke down, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want love... I just want her...&lt;br /&gt;I turned back and ran to the place. I couldn't find it anywhere... where is my heart, the drug dealer ?  It has tricked me in the name of love....&lt;br /&gt;It has stolen my future away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't violate the treaty. I never told her.&lt;br /&gt;I felt empty...&lt;br /&gt;After the ecstasy waned out, my heart joined me in my emptiness. The traitor... But, I extended my warm welcome... I knew he was not broken... he was not hurt... but is just alone. I cuddled my heart and cradled it to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Then put up the board in the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Cabin To Let - My Heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one fine evening... She came, knocking at my doors.&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Hmmm... how was it ??  Planning to write this thing for some time... Me the narrator n protagonist, my heart the villain turned good guy, a surprise addition to the cast at the next write...  a quirky, unconventional story which only I can fully understand... did anybody else decipher ? keep it to your thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;n BTW, I'm planning to continue this quirky thing as a tetrology or pentology...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8947959109753643399?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8947959109753643399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8947959109753643399&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8947959109753643399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8947959109753643399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-heart-drug-dealer_21.html' title='My Heart - The Drug Dealer'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2853737852338828491</id><published>2009-07-16T00:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:38:25.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><title type='text'>The beginning of a beautiful friendship</title><content type='html'>Hey knuckle heads, twerps and schmucks... Its me who is gonna write today... Arun's Inner Voice.... in short called Ivoice... you may have seen the condensed, edited, sanitized part of me in Arun's writes...  He is sleeping now... had to give him 3 anxits...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lemme tell you all, something about Arun...&lt;br/&gt;Arun looks all calm, silent and composed on the exterior... But, truth be told... He is scared shitless... every minute of every day.... of everything he sees... Lets look at a fine example... shall we ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Arun meets a girl online... Liz... after 40 mins of light hearted, jovial, perky chat msgs... This happens...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liz:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How can I call u ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And what does he do ??  He wakes me up...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt; -  WTF ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ivoice &lt;/span&gt;-  What ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun &lt;/span&gt; -  She's askin for my number man... my mobile number...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ivoice&lt;/span&gt; - So... Whats wrong with that... are u being a sexist suddenly ? Its  alright for guy but wrong for girl eh? You suck dude...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt; -  It ain't that man... Its just that... that... I know so little about her... we've just met online n we've chatted for less than an hour...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ivoice&lt;/span&gt; -  Awwwww.... You are afraid she is gonna break your little heart... (shouts aloud) Stop being such a girl and type the F@#king number...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt; -  Its not like that man... You know... I'm just really... really... ammm.... nervous , when I have to talk to a girl... n .... I just tell the wrong things man...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ivoice&lt;/span&gt; -  Dude... START BEING A MAN... just give her the damn number...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finally, he does this...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;99400##### . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is my mob no.  whats urs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But pls dont call me now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cos, you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;we've known eachother for just an hour... n...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liz:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dude... dude... Shut up... just shut up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I asked how can i call u in the sense ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;whether to call u as dude... bro... or buddy... or         a nick name.... things like that...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;n u thought i was some cheap tramp...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; :(   hey, i'm reallllly sorry..... I totally mis-understood that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liz:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Talk about ''making intentions clear'' at the start of a relationship... ewww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm ... really sorry...  :-( ...  pls... dont be angry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Pls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It  was an honest mistake... really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;believe me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;u thr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liz:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its k... i kinda believe you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he he... thanks... once again i'm cho chowwy if i had upset you... :) I feel like an idiot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liz:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hmmm... Dont be... Its K... I believe you... have to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tan q... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liz:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyways .... #####37462... This is my number....  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arun:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;n thus that doofus ended up gettin her number... in  a chat session lasting 50 mins... with the half witted neurotic mind of  his.... Ewwww....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Is there no justice in this world....???&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yours annoyingly,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE INNER SENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2853737852338828491?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2853737852338828491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2853737852338828491&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2853737852338828491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2853737852338828491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/07/beginning-of-beautiful-friendship_16.html' title='The beginning of a beautiful friendship'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8081807520375605600</id><published>2009-07-15T14:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:25:52.627+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips amp; Outings'/><title type='text'>Lightning trip to Courtallam</title><content type='html'>Yay... yay... yay...&lt;br /&gt;Students strike has started from yesterday, supporting the CRRIs and PGs of Tamilnadu medical colleges.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line - Holidays for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just lying there in my bed browsing the web n then pranesh called... n everything happened so quickly...  I was at the back of pravin's bike in 10 mins time, making a trip to Courtalam. (For those who don't know.. its just a place with a lotta waterfalls...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I lied to my grandpa. No way he'll let me go in a bike to courtallam. But college strike presents you with multiple options. "Thatha, I'm goin to strike... can't come out till night 10'o clock..." . Off we went to courtallam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt-fisq6zI/AAAAAAAABBs/s8Fp0v-7cIg/s1600/img_11371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt-fisq6zI/AAAAAAAABBs/s8Fp0v-7cIg/s320/img_11371.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride to courtallam was just awesome... cool wind blowing from everywhere... n u got to be seated in the back of the bike to enjoy the sight of the mountains... I did. It was just splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a rocking evening in courtallam. The waterfalls were crowded, so I bathed in only one... more than one bath a day would have been a touture and record for me...  my friends made me sit 'watchman' for the clothes n things in the next 2 waterfalls...  Couldn't click many pics... cos there was a slight drizzle... n i luv my iphone too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing abt courtallam I like are the roadside small shops which sell spicy eatables... ate a lot at every chance I got... mmmmmhhhhhmmmm... tasty as hell... made my friends go ewwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by 7'o clock... it started raining a lot... a lot... hell a lot more... more water in rain than in the waterfall... We were drenched waiting for 4 of my friends... when they came back, I felt like killing them... I hate waiting n that too in rain... but they had a good excuse... "Nazar saw a cute gal n got lost da"... Thus they escaped our fury...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt-g2xMjjI/AAAAAAAABB0/e7AOywJCXhc/s1600/img_11481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt-g2xMjjI/AAAAAAAABB0/e7AOywJCXhc/s320/img_11481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate in a border restaurent n came back...&lt;br /&gt;I decided to cut the classes today... yup my body aches like hell...&lt;br /&gt;Just then Pravin called me n delivered the good news "Dont go to classes da... today also strike..."  Like was planning to go to classes....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8081807520375605600?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8081807520375605600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8081807520375605600&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8081807520375605600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8081807520375605600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/07/lightning-trip-to-courtallam_15.html' title='Lightning trip to Courtallam'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt-fisq6zI/AAAAAAAABBs/s8Fp0v-7cIg/s72-c/img_11371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3525017701530122478</id><published>2009-07-11T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:38:00.429+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Fiction'/><title type='text'>Mismatched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Fuck You Asshole" and then the call disconnected.... With the call, their relationship... or whatever that remained between the two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where did it all go wrong ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Was i too much Possessive ?  Was I over-controlling ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I tried to be a good lover. I was a good lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I loved every little fragment of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Every little glance, every little smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;every little word out of her lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Intense pain now it is, her very lips cursing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A year of Love. A year of rift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now, minutes into my eternal loneliness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think back into our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love at first meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"How can this be, love so quickly ?" I was dubious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Love doesn't linger and wait. It seizes without notice"  she replied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She was instinctive... I believed in reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reason - My heart's mighty foe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yet, I fell in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How can I, her love deny ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The alluring angel, staring at my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thus begun, our journey of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thinking back, now, alone , i get a new perspective on me and my love , she and her love. Our love was mutual, yet not the same. Her's was romantic, head in the clouds passionate and utopian. Mine was down to the earth practical, analytical and always in pursuit for logic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We were two different people when our love emerged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We were changed when our love ceased, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Different from our own selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In cupid's game of hearts... we were two mis-matched toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And we've lost the game even before the game began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(P.S - Been in a terrible moody state nowadays.... &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/plz-read-be4.html"&gt;so posting this older post of mine from WL.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;College is going fine... its just that everyone has started studying a lot n i'm in no mood for studying. Even the sight of the big fat books make me nauseus. hope I recover from this slump. K. bye for now...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3525017701530122478?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3525017701530122478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3525017701530122478&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3525017701530122478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3525017701530122478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/07/mismatched_11.html' title='Mismatched'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2568096143109244234</id><published>2009-07-01T16:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:37:50.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pic Prompt'/><title type='text'>The mirror in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-missin-u.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Already posted in WL  14/06/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" I'll be missin u... :-( "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" Will be here be4 u know it "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" Don't go.... pls... I'll be alone "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" I've already boarded the train "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" :-( "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" Hugs n kisses... Biyeee... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" G Nite.... See u in 2 days "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12:30'ish - I dozed off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8:12 AM - Waking up alone sucks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8:30 AM - Finally got outta my sheets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever so slowly, I started brushing... listening to one of my playlists. It was then I saw it. That large piece of glass, The life-sized mirror she placed in our hallway. The mirror in which she checks herself, head to foot, before going out everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I MISS SEEING HER....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This mirror has registered and reflected her lavish physique so many times. It has possessed her, as much as i had, as passionately as i had. Light reflected from her frame falling on the surface of the this plane mirror, angle of reflection equalling the angle of incidence, finally portraying her splendid virtual image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Excerpts from my physics book brushed thro my mind. Light behaves as both waves and particles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Particles.... Molecules...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Molecules of her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Molecules which were reflected....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Molecules which were retained... Molecules of her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went near the mirror. I think I'm in love with this piece of glass. I touched it ; Cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why am I not blessed with a heart which is cold as this mirror. A heart which forgets everything once the person moves away. A heart which only reflects love and does not reproduce it, to torment me with memories of her being with me... Hmmm... Just then I came to peace... My heart is also a mirror... A rear view mirror...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a moment of silliness, I stepped to the side and looked behind the mirror. Don't know why I did that. Perhaps to find her hiding behind it, I couldn't stop myself from smiling at the stupidity of my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took my mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" Come back... pls... ASAP... I think i'm losin my sanity "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfoAGKsZy2Y/SiPj1VXtmrI/AAAAAAAAADY/-UxbWMReoSg/s1600/guy.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S. - Dunno if this pic prompt is still open... Anyways, felt like penning my crazy thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2568096143109244234?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2568096143109244234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2568096143109244234&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2568096143109244234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2568096143109244234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/07/mirror-in-my-heart_01.html' title='The mirror in my heart'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfoAGKsZy2Y/SiPj1VXtmrI/AAAAAAAAADY/-UxbWMReoSg/s72-c/guy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2511576533016397112</id><published>2009-07-01T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:37:48.447+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic thoughts'/><title type='text'>Neo Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://arunamigo.in/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/i_love_you_comment_351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://arunamigo.in/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/i_love_you_comment_351.jpg?w=235" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/neo-love.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Cross Posted from WL @  3/06/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:auto;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;line-height:normal;text-align:left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Breakups are painful.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;More painful, if you are still in love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I am still in love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I wake up alone and isolated... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Revived my mobile from its black screen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;1 unread message from an old friend... Zero missed calls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Stirred my computer from sleep... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;No mails uttering "I luv U" or IMs saying "Missin U"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;No updates on her twitter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Your facebook page says you are still 'In a relationship'...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I smile... Clinging on to the false hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I go through the motions in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Numb and lifeless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I'm still denying the evident... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Checking and re-checking the different portals of modern day communiqu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2511576533016397112?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2511576533016397112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2511576533016397112&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2511576533016397112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2511576533016397112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/07/neo-love_01.html' title='Neo Love'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-7453119978988193869</id><published>2009-06-26T16:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:19:59.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>10:15 AM , Friday - June 26</title><content type='html'>Just a few updates from my diary... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; Been completely lazy n leisured for the past 2 weeks. Needed this break after the hectic medicine postings... Didn't attend a single class of STD posting... hope they dont mind. Also didn't even touch my books in this 10 days. Just de-stressing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; Met up with a bunch of my school friends in VOC stadium... had kind of a nice time... All of em have just finished their engineering courses. They are more free n vetti than me... One of my frens Balaji got placed in IIM. Congrats to him. Went for his treat... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; I've got two reunions this weekend. From two of my schools. Rosemary reunion on saturday n CKT reunion on sunday.... I think i'll attend CKT Reunion. Havent met most of them for more than 6 yrs... lookin forward to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; met up with Dinesh n Barathi. They haven't changed a bit (ofcourse dinesh has grown fat :-) )... Dinesh is still a little short tempered n speaks everything outta his mind and Barathi is still barathi... loved meeting em up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt9BZhRArI/AAAAAAAABBk/ltt7KqZImYA/s1600/img_11271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt9BZhRArI/AAAAAAAABBk/ltt7KqZImYA/s320/img_11271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; Planning to go to T4- Salvation by noon today. Both my school friends n coll mates are coming. I'm pretty much pumped up...  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; T4 rocks...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; My college is hosting an Inter-medicals cultural event - Infiniti '09. I'm not a big fan of these  cultural events. But will go for that anyways... Hoping to see some cute gals up there. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; I've changed my profile pic in most of the sites where I'm active... The last pic was one of my fav ones. makes me look thin n cute... The new pic was taken in an escalator by my bro-in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/Sat6HATmeYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/NWKBdgGDuZ0/s1600/mine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cu5REck3BRo/Sat6HATmeYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/NWKBdgGDuZ0/s320/mine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt8bmxPpjI/AAAAAAAABBc/Yr0qZSaTAJY/s1600/dsc015461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt8bmxPpjI/AAAAAAAABBc/Yr0qZSaTAJY/s320/dsc015461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; Saw a movie called Grosse Pointe Blank. John Cusack movie. liked it very much, was comic at times... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; Woke up early today to find that Michael Jackson had died yesterday due to a cardiac arrest. I'm not that big a fan of him. So, not feeling that sad over his demise. He was an intriguing personality... People will miss him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, lots of things happenin in this week... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arun Kumar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-7453119978988193869?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7453119978988193869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=7453119978988193869&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7453119978988193869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7453119978988193869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/06/1015-am-friday-june-26_26.html' title='10:15 AM , Friday - June 26'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cu5REck3BRo/TAt9BZhRArI/AAAAAAAABBk/ltt7KqZImYA/s72-c/img_11271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6947626765759167635</id><published>2009-06-21T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:37:29.497+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Fiction'/><title type='text'>Suicides Have No Coffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.salon.com/0002007/images/suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.salon.com/0002007/images/suicide.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/05/suicides-have-no-coffin.html"&gt;Crossposted from Writers Lounge @ 22/5/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:auto;font:normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif;text-align:left;border-color:initial;border-style:initial;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;A bullet through his head...thats how it all ended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Puncturing the cranium , Lacerating the meninges and grey matter....finally disintegrating 'her memories' from the core of his hippocampus ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;His story is simple and uncomplicated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;He loved her... She didn't ....He stalked her ... She humiliated him.... He was crushed ... He found solace in his pistol....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Alone in the dark ... he woke up... feeling cold and wretched... separated from his anatomy... but still married to the memories of her... He thought he had fenced off her memories by putting his heart to rest... but now he is more merged with her memories than ever being amalgamated with his soul... he couldn't free himself of the pain in his heart... he smiled... does he still have one ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;He wandered hopelessly on all the streets of his dear little town....crossed states... crossed borders... trying to find his portal to hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Time passed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;He ran-out of streets to wander... finally found his way home... he was still muddled with thoughts of her... he knew he must face her... to absolve himself of her thoughts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;He reached the street , he liked the most... her home in it... where in the park bench , once he always sat , waiting to see her face... waiting for yet another humiliation... during his mortal days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Gates and doors couldn't stop him now... he reached her room... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;There lay his angel... still strikingly beautiful and pale... naked and safely confined in another man's arms... He never has had such a rush of pain and anger even during his mortal days , even when she rejected him , even when she humiliated him... as if the inner core of his soul was burning... He couldn't take it anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;He gave a deafening cry... and with his cold , stabbing hand... pierced her pale torso and squeezed the heart which he once loved so dearly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Hope its good ... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6947626765759167635?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6947626765759167635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6947626765759167635&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6947626765759167635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6947626765759167635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/06/suicides-have-no-coffin_21.html' title='Suicides Have No Coffin'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3290227244602273375</id><published>2009-06-21T13:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:37:26.385+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/05/decision_23.html"&gt;Crossposted from WL @ 23/05/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Best friends from high school to now... Me and Cecil...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We shared, we laughed, we fought, we copied, we lied, we were great friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now he loved...Eva... the love was mutual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The problem.... I've grown a huge crush on her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't act normal around them nowadays. I space out , I act awkwardly , i make lame jokes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So i decided a simple solution...Run and Hide... I kept my distance from them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And he noticed... ofcourse he would... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cecil  "How have you been nowadays ??  haven't seen you in a while da..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me     "I'm pretty good...been busy with seminars da..I f@#king  hate seminars..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cecil  "Hmmm...yeah I know...So, why are you avoiding me  ?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its very Cecil...always on the money...direct to the point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me     "what...??  no...."  I lied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cecil  "We've been friends for what?? 7 years now... I can tell da....you've been staying away.. and frankly i'm worried...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me     "Nothing like that da...just been busy and lazy...will come to your place by tonight.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cecil  "Don't try to act normal...Does this have something to do with Eva ?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oops.... he knows ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was speechless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ewwww...Pause.... Awkward silence... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He was the first to speak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cecil  "You don't like her ?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was still silent... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cecil "She is a great girl da... I've never felt this way with any other girl... You'll grow to like her..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah...thats been the problem... I 'like' her a little too much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cecil  "Come around the block by evening da... street guys are having a cricket match...  Don't worry... she won't be there... we'll eat somewhere out... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just made an uneasy smile guaranteeing my presence there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I reached home and exercised my thoughts... Me and Cecil... Had a lotta great moments together... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now our friendship seems to be at the edge... cause I'm being all 'lovey-dovey' over his girl and can't get over it... But this thing , whatever it is...is rocking our friendship.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Giving up my love (or whatever it is) is certainly gonna hurt me... but Cecil will always be there to help me through... But losing him... will ... I dunno... I didn't even want think about it... I will irrevocably lose a huge part of me which i've cherished for a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've made my decision..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S - Been writing only dark content lately.... So just a simple post on Friendship in a lighter mood...Hope its good... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3290227244602273375?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3290227244602273375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3290227244602273375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3290227244602273375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3290227244602273375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/06/decision_21.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8357330712618255423</id><published>2009-06-20T14:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:37:21.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Humor'/><title type='text'>My Bizarre Theorem - Poetic n what not...</title><content type='html'>So... Many of you may not understand this following write... pls dont blame me... This was conceived in split seconds by a few bright sparks from my unused neurons...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of my dear friends Aibu n Algin had a slight misunderstanding... Aibu couldn't keep his mouth shut... Hurtful words... same story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of this... me, gana, henith n arul were taunting Aibu... makin him feel guilty... I was as usual puttin mokkai... n suddenly came up with this brilliant/stupid theorem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Theorem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Painful Words piled in his heart , Long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Propelled by sudden burst of emotions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Like an emboli after Atrial fibrillation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Poison from his Left ventricles, pumped upped his aorta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Crossing the blood brain barrier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Stimulating his motor and sensory speech areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Neuro toxins converted to electrical stimuli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Electrical stimuli progressing through the neurons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Articulating the peripheral muscles in his tongue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Into sound energy... Poison from his articulated tongue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Sinful words, Never to be taken back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Making his dear friend globally aphasic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - he he... used a lotta metaphors n medical and physical terms... also tried to bring in a feel of poetry... Thus inking My bizarre theorem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8357330712618255423?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8357330712618255423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8357330712618255423&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8357330712618255423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8357330712618255423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bizarre-theorem-poetic-n-what-not_20.html' title='My Bizarre Theorem - Poetic n what not...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-1372269967059758042</id><published>2009-06-13T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:37:13.286+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>IAM ALIVE......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://arunamigo.in/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/jumping-for-joy-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://arunamigo.in/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/jumping-for-joy-61.jpg?w=300" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaay.... Finally... This dreaded weak has come to an end... n a happy end it is... kinda did well in the clinical exams... atleast i didn't get scolded by the profs... big achievement....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stressful week... had to complete 20 case sheets in record by last saturday... started writing it this sunday n finished it by thursday .... my hands were literally shakin at the end of my 20th case sheet... i wrote 15 cases non stop... some 90 pages...  phewww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had clinical exam today... wanted to prepare well for it... made big plans for that... as usual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; Refrained from blogging...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; Didn't see a single movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt; Only went out with friends once... for swimming... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet the plan was a HUGE FLOP......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started seeing FRIENDS season 3 by sunday finished season 9 by yesterday evening... of course the DVD got struck a lotta times... so only was able to see 10 episodes or so in each season..  :-(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to start studying atleast after yesterday evening... ended up seeing 'old school' movie...went to sleep by 10:30...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 1:30 AM ... my heart beating at 120 beats per minute... only 6 more hours to exam... n im starting from nothing... Adrenalin rush....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continued my nervous studying till 6:30 n went for the exam... did really well in presenting long case to the chief (dunno how i did that...answers started pouring outta my mouth...Thank god i got a cardiac system case...my fav system...)... was really bad in short case n spotter to asst profs... they didnt mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:15 PM  Came outta medicine posting with a biiiiiig smile in my face....  phewww... 3 months of non stop hell... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IAM STILL ALIVE.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-1372269967059758042?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1372269967059758042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=1372269967059758042&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1372269967059758042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1372269967059758042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/06/iam-alive_13.html' title='IAM ALIVE......'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4780591552609778909</id><published>2009-06-13T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:37:09.535+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pic Prompt'/><title type='text'>Hidden and Concealed - Her life denied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;She died. On a cold december night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font:normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif;width:auto;text-align:left;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;She was buried.... Buried ! My guardian angel !... In a small space inside the dirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I didn't have the stomach to see her being nailed in a coffin and entombed within a hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I ran... Away from my home... Away from her memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;At some point, her memories caught up with me. I returned to our home. Everything we used was still in place, unmoved. Our room, our bed, her robes, her perfume... a sudden attack of fresh anguish struck me... I've irrevocably lost her... Her flawless face concealed for ever... I longed to see her... one last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I went to the cemetery. The sad, beautiful garden nurtured with human flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I walked through the city of death. I found her space. "Loving wife, Devoted daughter, in the grace of God" . She is there, below the dirt, decayed. I sobbed. It was getting dark, The cemetery guard wanted me to leave. I didn't want to leave her. I tried to hide. I roamed around in the city of death, small compared to the other city, the living one and yet how much more have died than who are living .I reached the farthest part and hid there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;The angel of the night had spread her wings, darkness loomed. I came out. I walked slowly and quietly through the land full of dead people. There were tombs and crosses everywhere, I couldn't find where she was... Like a blind man, i wandered through the silent yard in the moonless night. My feet went through metal crosses, stones and broken flowers from the loved ones. With my fingers, i felt the name on every tomb... searching for the feel of hers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SiQR77lcGEI/AAAAAAAABdM/wfhP2zEXl6Y/s320/graveyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Hours passed. I was still searching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;I was cold. My knees became weak. My breath deepening with my every step. I could not walk anymore. I cried. I've lost her even in her death... I cried... I shouted... I called her... I could feel the night getting more and more darker... blacker...I became unconscious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;They found me, the next day.... Lying on her grave unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden-and-concealed-her-life-denied.html"&gt;Cross Posted from Writers Lounge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My interpretation of the pic&lt;/span&gt; - The guy wants to be with her even after her death, visits secretly the land of the dead... just to seize a few moments with her alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m1OWqGttKdg/SiUjiqDhWHI/AAAAAAAAASk/Z47U5WSm-M8/s400/guy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font:normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif;width:auto;text-align:left;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;P.S. -  Was prompted at WL to write a story abt this pic... n up above it is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-4780591552609778909?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/4780591552609778909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=4780591552609778909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4780591552609778909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/4780591552609778909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden-and-concealed-her-life-denied_13.html' title='Hidden and Concealed - Her life denied'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SiQR77lcGEI/AAAAAAAABdM/wfhP2zEXl6Y/s72-c/graveyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-7383688318326569739</id><published>2009-06-04T03:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:37:01.106+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Arun'/><title type='text'>Interview with The Devil's Advocate...</title><content type='html'>I'm screwed biiiiig time...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend Shiva is playin the devil's advocate... n I'm the victim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has &lt;a href="http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/06/interview.html"&gt;asked me a series of straightforward n explicit questions&lt;/a&gt;...for which i must answer honestly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note : this is gonna be a long long post.... read if you have time to kill... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes...(only my  honest n frank answers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;how r u ? (its not a simple question by answering Fine or better but clg sucks, ward tortures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;etc , it means how do u find ur self in this world , how u r to others ?&lt;br/&gt;how r u in this environment )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A :  I'm not well...  As you've said n i agree college sucks big time this year... I'm being tortured prime time in the ward classes... posted along with 6 girls n me the single boy... am being singled out n scolded at by every single professor... I feel very much alone this year.... Pravin n pranesh in other postings... barely gettin time to speak wit em... but with aibu ganapaty arul n algin i'm doin okay in OP classes...  But still depressed n stressed out... seekin comfort in movies and blogging&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; you show arun as a very composed guy who speaks only to his friends , not active in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;expressing things , but in blogworld u r completely a different guy n extremely opp.&lt;br/&gt;Dont u feel it a contradiction , wat if i say u live a Double Life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A :  Different personalities - Yes...  double life - No....  I dont differ in my opinions or beliefs in both real n blog world... its just that i'm good in expressing them in blog world...probably because i dont have to meet my readers face to face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; You never look into others eyes while speaking that too while speaking to a stranger ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;U avoid eye contact bcos u dont mind them or u dont know to observe things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A :  (huh....how did u notice this??...damn)  I dunno its something i've had from childhood... this and beginning most answers with "uuummm"....  may be because i'm uncomfortable while talkin to strangers... I'm awkward ... n i dont want to become more awkward by lookin into their eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Some say bloggers r a " Bunch of F***kS " n social dumbs, thats y they use this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to express things . your comment on this statement ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : I don't think so... I'm kinda socially awkward... but am definitely not a F@#K... I use blogging to show my writes n to record memorable parts of my life... i cant do that anywhere else... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Do u believe bloggers are expressing their true emotions ? Eg.when a gal writes against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dowry or male dominance and lots of guys comment as Cheers , hugs, genuine thought etc&lt;br/&gt;do u beleive those guys r going to be The way they comment ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : About the example u've mentioned (dowry) ... i don't think anybody in blogosphere is gonna is gonna demand dowries... c'mon all of us are educated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;n on a general consensus... i think sometimes when a girl writes guy-bashing  and a guy writes girl-bashing posts... opinions tend to differ... sometimes even results in fights... i've seen that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;But i've also seen people write 'good thought' etc... on such posts... Dunno what their true intentions are, we can't get into their heads... they may be genuine or just pretenses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Do u ve pride of driving ur car to college ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : Not exactly pride... I first of all wanted a bike to college... Denied...mom n dad cited safety reasons... So only car... not exactly my first choice.. but am lovin it now... especially due to the AC n mp3 player... drivin is fun... n sometimes when i cut classes n cant go home... i jus take a nap at my car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Personal Diary Vs Blog ? which s the best ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : For me... blogging is the best...  I dont have much secrets to write in a personal diary... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Do u think blog can reduce ur stress? since v r in final yr n being bombarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;with medical books do u feel a sign of relief after writing a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : Yeap... a thousand times yes.... writing stories or poems n concentrating on it.. is definitely is a stress breaker... n seeing somebody appreciate it... its just great... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; What s the purpose of having a blog ? Do u think it can bring any change in ur life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : Purpose of havin a blog ... for me as i've said earlier... to record parts of my life n to write poems n stories... my writing skills have definitely improved a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;can it bring a change in life... I dont consider blogging that much seriously to influence my life...but there have been one or two posts now n then ... which make me wanna be a better person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; You r going to become a Radiologist n continue ur parents Diagnostic Centres , then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;marry a gal who ll be ur families distant relative or daughter of ur family friend.&lt;br/&gt;Dont u feel ur life s a Already written script , dont you feel its boring to be in a&lt;br/&gt;predictable way ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : (u r one damn good observer...)  Yeap... thats always one of my fears... Medicine--&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Radiology --&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Marriage to a nice gal....  &lt;a href="http://arunamigo.in/blog/2008/04/17/is-my-life-sorted-out/" target="_blank"&gt;I've even written a post about my feelings towards that&lt;/a&gt;...  read that to get a better view ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; will you Love anyone madly n fight against the whole world for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : Will I ..??  yes i hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt; Have i... so far..??  nope...  Its pathetic....&lt;span style="color: #000000; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all... i'm currently in the second category... never have loved anyone so dear to life so far....  only have had one major crush... n a few silly puppy crushes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Have u got any dream that one day the whole world should turn your side ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : Oh...yeah... countless ones...  but most of em are just day dreams... like whole world, whole college turn to my side after i ve accomplished something extraordinary etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;but also have a few meaningful dreams which i hope will become real... dreams which i will strive hard for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; you r good or bad ? [ dont answer somewhere in between ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : Well u be the judge.... I'm kinda selfish, I'm lazy, I cheat on exams sometimes, I 'm not that god fearing, I scold my professors (behind their back of course)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If iam to judge myself... knowing me... i would vote me as 'good' ... as i never cause harm to others... friend or enemy... n that i think is my best virtue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; " bloggers write poem , thoughts , etc to just impress others n make believe this is their view . they do such things bcos they want to be noted , it s way of making cheap Show "... ur comment on the above statement ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A : You are talkin about two different things... Showing off and Pretending .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Speaking for me...I like showing off my writes...n impressing others n getting appreciation for my writes...but  I've never done pretentious posts.... I just write stories n poems about lost love n vampires.... n i've never been in love... he he... so i'm honest in all my posts... its just my imagination...thats all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;N speaking about others ... I've seen a few bloggers do pretentious writes in my short life in blogosphere... I hate their blogs n never visit them afterwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;P.S.  -  Was a great experience answering these questions da... lovvvvvved it... helped me get a lotta things in perspective...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919; line-height: 19px; font-family: Arial;"&gt;P.P.S  -  Dont start smiling yet.... I will strike back... definitely with more probing questions for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-7383688318326569739?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7383688318326569739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=7383688318326569739&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7383688318326569739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7383688318326569739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/06/interview-with-devil-advocate_04.html' title='Interview with The Devil&amp;#39;s Advocate...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2241022663550817482</id><published>2009-05-31T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:36:52.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>6:45 PM , May 30th ...</title><content type='html'>Just an update from Arun ... nothing more... whats up with me for the past month...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.... here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Joined &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;Writers Lounge&lt;/a&gt; about a month back... been in love with it ever since... awesome space for bloggers who like to write.... The lounge and the members 've been very inspirational and encouraging... usually i write a poem or prose once in a month , that too only if im on a great mood... the last month i've written about 10... :-)  n i think i've gotten good in it too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gained a lotta friends from the lounge.... came to know about different styles of prose n poetry ... tryin my hand on a few... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Been missing my college friends this week... everyones on leave ... only my dept is still keepin classes...damn them... been feeling lonely.... missing the afternoon hangouts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; Saw a few movies this week as usual... Liked Casanova and Once upon a time in the west very much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; n now time for the big news....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I...have ...fallen ...in...love&lt;/span&gt;...with Axe duospray's  Denim flavour....  uuuummmmmhhhhmmm..... incredible scent... spraying it on every chance i get... even before goin to sleep...too bad its not edible... i could drink it straight outta the container...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; A few of my fav lines from the lounge... (every stanza is from different posts... dont remember who the posters were... but i luv their writes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nobody understands love," the writer admits. "It seems to be Universal. Timeless. Yet, it's also very individual, filtered by our own lives and expectations. I don't understand love, and can't understand love, because it's a different thing for each of us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a betrayal for those who trust!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a never ending pain for those who fell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a loneliness that never fades away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The agony that comes and stay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because every time your heart beats"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can hear it whispering my name."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, I lie down, counting the stars, and missing you, the brightest and the most far..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2241022663550817482?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2241022663550817482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2241022663550817482&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2241022663550817482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2241022663550817482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/645-pm-may-30th_31.html' title='6:45 PM , May 30th ...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6574598027093637351</id><published>2009-05-28T20:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:36:45.283+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cupid's Lunatics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:auto;font:normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif;text-align:left;border-color:initial;border-style:initial;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mortals have only one love story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For love has only one story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Our story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;min-height:14px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I met her...I loved her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Madly in love...Deliriously in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cupid chose us lunatics to stage his play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;min-height:14px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kisses , caresses , desire , intimacy , passion ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We owned it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Her tender frame , drawn-out moonless hair , feverish love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My own personal brand of heroin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We were wrapped up in our own little love bubble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No longer I cared , whether it was day or night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No longer I dreamed , No longer we existed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We breathed in our unique private paradise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;min-height:14px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And then she died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How..?? I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lying in my arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Smiling her way to heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;min-height:14px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm searching for the path to my guillotine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;min-height:14px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/ShKbHY8kKpI/AAAAAAAABb0/fjKDtDVRuLI/s320/2lx9i5d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;min-height:14px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;min-height:14px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold&lt;br/&gt;;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font:normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S -&lt;/span&gt;  Good..??   Loved a line from Twilight...Couldn't match it..so stole it...Poetic license... :-) Pls don't mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6574598027093637351?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6574598027093637351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6574598027093637351&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6574598027093637351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6574598027093637351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupid-lunatics_28.html' title='Cupid&amp;#39;s Lunatics..'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/ShKbHY8kKpI/AAAAAAAABb0/fjKDtDVRuLI/s72-c/2lx9i5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5160459539846635170</id><published>2009-05-24T19:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:14:02.457+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Arun'/><title type='text'>Ten things about me - Tag</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by the delightful ....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://xpressive-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-things-about-me-tag.html"&gt; Ms.R&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very popular tag... many of you might have already done it... So all those who read this post and haven't done this tag... please take it up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and link me back to your posts...wud luv to know more about u... &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...here goes...Ten things about Arun...(most of which you'd have already known..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;I'm doin my final year MBBS... I regretted takin up this course... but now learning to love it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;I'm really shy and not good in talking with new persons.... but once i get comfortable with anyone... its hard to shut up my mouth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;I tend to run and hide from stressful things... rather than face them... especially preparing for exams...thats the time i watch most number of movies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;I'm a huge filmophile... love all kinds of movies... have a &lt;a href="http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-fat-movie-list_13.html"&gt;huuuuuge list of movies i've seen&lt;/a&gt;.... yep i'm a freak... &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;I like the flavour of lemon in anything... soaps, duo sprays, juice, room fresheners, even the color of lemon excites me... &amp;nbsp;i'm kinda crazy about lemons....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;I once went to driving license exam... and drove the bike straight into the parchment where the RTO was standing.. No..he didn't give me a license... i havent touched a bike since then... just cruising in a car.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;My family is a huge clutter of doctors... 5 of my 8 cousins are docs... my sis and her husband are docs... My mom is a doc too... &amp;nbsp;he he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;I'm not that religious... I like God... but don't believe in the various practices associated with him... even like goin to a temple or church...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;I'm lazy to the core... spend most of my time day dreaming in my bed... I luuuuuv that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;I don't like being photographed...especially in marriages and other functions... I think i dont have a photogenic face... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh...the post turned out to be kinda narcissistic... Pls dont mind anyone.... &amp;nbsp;he he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5160459539846635170?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5160459539846635170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5160459539846635170&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5160459539846635170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5160459539846635170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/ten-things-about-me-tag_24.html' title='Ten things about me - Tag'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8000520371193451415</id><published>2009-05-24T03:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:36:37.301+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Fiction'/><title type='text'>Cold blooded and Cold hearted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:auto;font:normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif;text-align:left;border-color:initial;border-style:initial;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;He and She decided to finish the entire family before dawn...rather more... wanted to wait till dawn before finishing them...They enjoy playing with their prey....Torturing them physically and emotionally...Only after extricating the last shreds of torment...when their preys literally begged them to kill...would they kill them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:auto;font:normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif;text-align:left;border-color:initial;border-style:initial;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;They were sleeping peacefully....not any more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;They dragged the entire family to the living room...their grand stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;Father ,mother and the two little ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;The warmth of the blood , the fear in their eyes , the thumping of their hearts...all too enticing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;But they were aces...not their first time...They were artists in their show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;"Please...don't hurt them" begged the father and mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;She smiled..."which do u want to do first..?? the girl or the little boy..??  the little one looks yummy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;The mother begged Him with a shrilling cry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;"For once ...can't we leave them alone..?? "  He pleaded in whispers ..clear only to Her ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;She couldn't believe Her ears...Rage pierced thro Her eyes...She gave him a look of disgust...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;"Weak...you've become..."  without a moment to contemplate....She sprung on both the kids...smeared Her fangs with their warm blood....quenching Her insatiable thirst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff154/soadplanet01/VAMPIRE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8000520371193451415?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8000520371193451415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8000520371193451415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8000520371193451415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8000520371193451415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/cold-blooded-and-cold-hearted_24.html' title='Cold blooded and Cold hearted...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-1161166596000538485</id><published>2009-05-20T04:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:36:30.833+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Fiction'/><title type='text'>Death Becomes Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:auto;font:normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif;text-align:left;border-color:initial;border-style:initial;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:auto;font:normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif;text-align:left;border-color:initial;border-style:initial;border-width:0;margin:0;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My diary entries:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3 May  09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She had the most bewitching face i've ever seen...i just couldn't stop staring at her...I desired her...The frenzy begun....The predator form my inside couldn't hide anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She left the club...alone...I stalked her...She didn't even notice my presence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She paced herself thro the narrow streets....and ...I missed her...didn't have a clue where she went...tried hearing her footsteps in the silent night...couldn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The prey gave me the slip....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4 May 09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to the same club...waited for her...waited...waited...she didn't show up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got a feeling that she is not gonna make this easy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5 May 09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waited....in vain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;swept thro the streets where i lost her that day...in vain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never has a prey made me feel so ineffectual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I became obsessed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6,7,8.....13 May 09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waited...in vain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But i couldn't resist....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her thoughts haunted me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my diary...dunno where i kept it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the club....my treasure was waiting for me....I smiled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waited for her to leave...stalked her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The weather was damn cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she walked thro the same narrow streets....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She paced herself...I think she saw me following her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And cornered....in the end She really made it too easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She turned...She wasn't panicking...her face had no signs of fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I knew i can have her at my will...I was going to relish this forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I slowly advanced towards her...she didn't even move or shout...she was in a shock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I came so close to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she was pale...couldn't get any paler...she was not even shivering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She smiled viciously....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her smile turned to laughter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I  stepped back a little...Her laughter got loud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw those sharp gleaming incisors by the ridge of her crimson lips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She said "I'm thirsty"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgb(204,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/Sgw_FFaiDOI/AAAAAAAABbk/5enxC5tbQHI/s320/vampire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S - Made this post with a lotta ideas n inspiration from Rose...Thank you Rose...had a great evening writing with her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-1161166596000538485?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1161166596000538485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=1161166596000538485&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1161166596000538485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1161166596000538485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-becomes-her_20.html' title='Death Becomes Her'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/Sgw_FFaiDOI/AAAAAAAABbk/5enxC5tbQHI/s72-c/vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-1058778720546950201</id><published>2009-05-16T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:48:10.542+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>Fight For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rookery2.viary.com/storagev12/1132000/1132379_1a78_625x1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://rookery2.viary.com/storagev12/1132000/1132379_1a78_625x1000.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I saw them giggling, touching, pushing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She was My angel, My treasure. How dare he...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I could not stand it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to kill that S.O.B with my bare hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got on my feet and paced near them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just then the teacher announced "Class... today we are gonna learn about 'fractions'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S - My second attempt at 55 fiction...in a lighter mood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-1058778720546950201?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1058778720546950201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=1058778720546950201&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1058778720546950201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1058778720546950201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/fight-for-love_16.html' title='Fight For Love'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5499425980536955335</id><published>2009-05-16T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:46:14.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>Love Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; margin: 0; padding: 3px; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"We aren't meant to be. never..." she said, devastating him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Days passed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He rang her &amp;nbsp;"come to my place. once, for oldtimes sake..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Come in.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;silence swamped them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What do you want..??" she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I just want you to be present"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He slit his throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She died for the rest of her life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P.S- My first attempt at 55 fiction...hope it came out good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;55 fiction is completing a story within 55 words....i'm in love with this genre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5499425980536955335?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5499425980536955335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5499425980536955335&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5499425980536955335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5499425980536955335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-blind_16.html' title='Love Blind'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-8062408942462685030</id><published>2009-05-12T22:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:36:09.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Fiction'/><title type='text'>Not just another pretty girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;She left the place where we were gathered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Look who's got a crush on his best friend's girl friend...." one of my friends teased....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what..?? i don't"  I  lied...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You couldn't take your eyes off her...and you were laughing your ass off for her stupid jokes..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its just that she's damn attractive....and her jokes were good.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"dude ...you were laughing when she said 'It is a great evening...'that my friend is the blindness of L-O-V-E..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends couldn't stop mocking....I didn't stop lying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days passed....Me and my friends went for that food fest....It was grand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was there....with her friends...looking stunning and pale...with a cute smile all over her face...I couldn't stop seeing her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to distract myself...I tried to ignore her...But just her presence in the same room i was in  disturbed my perceptions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for the drinks section...A friend of mine asked me to pick up a drink for him too...I didn't even look in the direction she was in...I picked two glasses of some weird looking red drink...I didn't mind....I wanted to get out of that section...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why i did that...but i gave a quick glance at her...she was waving her hand and smiling...I pretended not to notice her and started rushing towards my friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then my inner self started confusing me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dude...You are the rudest son of the bitch on the planet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wasn't being rude...I just pretended like not seeing her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ha ha...Like she doesn't know your eyes were all over her.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just shut up...I don't even know whether she was waving towards me.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Man..he is your best friend...and he loves her very much...you cant go on pretending...atleast try behave normal around her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;This got me in a disarray....Shit he is my best pal....I mustn't let this go on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OK..you win...I'll go there n say a quick Hi...n leave.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes searched for her....She was getting near the exit...kinda looking sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Am i just imagining things..??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"May be , May be not...only one way to be sure..just a Hi wont hurt you." my inner self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hurried through the crowd towards the exit...pushing,shoving myself...I got near her...I think i heard some guy calling out my name...I didn't turn...I was gonna turn up in front of her...Just then a man with a sharp moustache bumped into me...oops and shit...I forgot all about the drinks in my hand....It splashed all over me...that weird looking red drink...over my white shirt...kinda smelt funny too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked back....n started smiling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are Arun right...??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah...one of his friends..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You okay now...??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah..Hmm...kinda...leaving already??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah..Gotta go with friends...Bye.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bye"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could hear her giggling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Shit i must never have listened to you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Atleast now we know that she didn't wave towards you..." my inner self...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Get lost.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went near the place where my friends were standing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly they burst into a fit of laughter.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And You said you didn't have a crush on her..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the mockery started....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-8062408942462685030?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/8062408942462685030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=8062408942462685030&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8062408942462685030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/8062408942462685030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-just-another-pretty-girl_12.html' title='Not just another pretty girl...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5539274758636320733</id><published>2009-05-10T22:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:00:46.557+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Arun'/><title type='text'>Numbers tag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;OOOh...I've been tagged...by &lt;a href="http://namdu.blogspot.com/2009/05/number-tagg.html"&gt;Brocasarea&lt;/a&gt;...thank you broca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here Goes...Its a numbers tag...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 --&amp;gt; My first crush (1) I think happened when i was studyin 2nd std....Her name is KP....dont remember much about it...but its stuck on my memory..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 --&amp;gt; &amp;nbsp;I've been busted in exams 2 times carrying a bit...one of the times i left my bit in the answer booklet itself...Embarassing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 --&amp;gt; I've a 3 inch operation scar in my lower abdomen...Appendectomy...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 --&amp;gt; I studied in 4 schools totally...LKG to 7th - two schools alternatively ... 8-9 &amp;nbsp;, &amp;nbsp;10-12...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 --&amp;gt; The total no of email ids i've used so far...(arun_sweetteen,arun_smuggler,coolarun_88, coolarun88 n the present one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 --&amp;gt; I've a grand total of 6 sisters...one of em is my sibling..others are cousin sisters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 --&amp;gt; My fav time to wake up to - 7 AM....but i never can...either i overdose or have to get early for class..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 --&amp;gt; Total number of gals who've proposed to me...(Nah... jus kiddin...couldn't write anything for this number)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 --&amp;gt; The number of times i've rode in my car today...busy day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 --&amp;gt; Have watched movies in more than 10 languages...(tamil,malayalam,telugu,hindi,english,french,german,italian,korean,spanish,persian,portuguese)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The game got a lot difficult as the numbers progressed...was still on 8 for a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the tag brocasarea....was a good experience doin it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm gonna pass on the tag to &lt;a href="http://aparna-lifetakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aparna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shiva&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;a href="http://msatheeshkumar.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sathish&lt;/a&gt; n my bros&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://drkumar89.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kumar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;n &lt;a href="http://balasrini.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bala&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5539274758636320733?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5539274758636320733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5539274758636320733&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5539274758636320733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5539274758636320733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/numbers-tag_10.html' title='Numbers tag...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3576190941610095540</id><published>2009-05-09T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:54.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>eww..i hate seminars...</title><content type='html'>I hate em...hate em....&lt;div&gt;The truth is i'm not a good public speaker, orator or whatever....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lets face it i suck before crowds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n i was asked (read:punished) to take a seminar ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the topic was "Rh incompatibility".....(for non-medicos..its just a complication of pregnancy..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been pestering my mind ever since it was announced a month back....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just cause.....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I start stammering when i'm being listened by huge crowds...Vowels and consonants splutter in my tongue....n hands wud start shakin literally...I sweat like a pig before n after the speech.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its also because of my history....I've done approximately 5 speeches infront of huge gatherings...all of em were pathetic attempts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;For an english play in school...King Lear...I was king of France (Duh...I was the only boy in school who was good in expressing english...n lets face it i looked good too :-) ....) ....All i had to do was to speak 4 or 5 sentences and walk around a bit...I did OK in all the rehearsals...But On stage before all my friends n their families....I didn't speak thro my dialogues...I rushed thro them...Not even my english teacher could follow my speech...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;Same school...next year...Some comedy play...don't remember its name...I was the leading man (Stupid decision on part of my english mam...after my show last year)....anyways i had a lot of segments of dialogues....n i practiced a lot harder...n my performance this year was ok...(my only ok performance on stage so far) Mind u...I rehearsed the dialogues atleast 20 times before the stage act..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Thank you note at the end of a doctors get-together my parents had organized...well not much of a fuss this time...i didn't care about the audience...Didn't make any big slips...jus pronounced the names of a couple of attendees wrong....as usual a few consonants were slurred...thats it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;First year of college...Seminar on facial nerve...Most nightmarish speech so far....with the events like one of my profs saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Your speach is lethargic"&lt;/span&gt;....My friends saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"What were u saying back there?"&lt;/span&gt; ....n one of the profs asking a tricky question which i could never have answered...and all the crowd jeering....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n Now last monday...I had to turn up for yet another seminar....This time ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SgUNAUFpazI/AAAAAAAABbY/bzeJz_cne2c/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;I planned well...took the second easiest of topics on that day (a friend of mine took the easiest topic..intro)...made only 10 slides n stretched it to 15 (as opposed to the 40 odd slides in first year)...made sure it wont last longer than 5 mins...n practiced it before hand ,especially my vowels and consonants....N rushed thro it like hell was chasing me....all the time never even thinkin about the crowd....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So considering my previous history...actually i did ok this time it seems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But still...I hate em , stupid speeches.....I hate em crowds....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3576190941610095540?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3576190941610095540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3576190941610095540&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3576190941610095540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3576190941610095540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/ewwi-hate-seminars_09.html' title='eww..i hate seminars...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SgUNAUFpazI/AAAAAAAABbY/bzeJz_cne2c/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-1519566337575618223</id><published>2009-05-02T21:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:50.194+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic thoughts'/><title type='text'>And the life goes on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Wanted to try out something new today....something unusual...so here it comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The 'You n Me' story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;III Grade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sure I sat near you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talked...we became friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me chocolates....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we copied off each other in exams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed you my home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played in the park...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me chocolates....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played 'House'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grew....We outgrew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was given my first cycle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You asked  "yours ?"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we rode for 6th grade together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me chocolates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we copied...we lunched together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trendhunter.com/images/phpthumbnails/21927_7_468.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You outgrew me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;time passed....time rushed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;We passed , you were better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;11th grade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sat in nearby benches...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me chocolates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You let me copy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we chatted , we laughed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You introduced your parents...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we studied , we got close...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;We passed , you were better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we signed up in different colleges...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we fell apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed you..I called you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we exchanged numbers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You talked boys and i talked girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we chatted , we laughed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got close...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave you a novel...you gave me a shirt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listened to your plans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;you loved my desires....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got close...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one day , we kissed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played...we had fun...we laughed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we shared our music...we shared our passion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;you gave me chocolates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we kissed , we became closer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life was so easy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time fluttered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time took over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played...we shared our music...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became casual , I became unconcerned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we compared...we fought...you cried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;you cried more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we broke-up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed you...i called you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;you didn't answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried...I writhed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grieved for 'us'...I was haunted by 'us'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loathed my life...regretted my existence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one day , u called me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said "Hi.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;You asked how i was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were silent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "I Love You"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope its good....was inspired by the movies "Dev D"  n  "Paris je t'aime"   ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-1519566337575618223?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1519566337575618223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=1519566337575618223&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1519566337575618223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1519566337575618223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-life-goes-on_02.html' title='And the life goes on....'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-6852243086577047303</id><published>2009-04-29T03:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:47.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Got thro my prefinal exams....</title><content type='html'>The results were published by evening.....Passed in all subs.... just brushed pass marks in ENT....didn't expect 151 in SPM.....&lt;div&gt;Ganapathy broke this great news to me while i was drivin...Went out with friends for dinner n feeling so buoyant n delighted......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Register Number :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;52053118&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;D.O.B.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12/01/1988&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;ARUN KUMAR G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Institution             :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;TIRUNELVELI MEDICAL COLLEGE TIRUNELVELI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Regulation            :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;REVISED (NON SEMESTER)&lt;/span&gt; ;  &lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;                                                             Month &amp;amp; Year : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;FEB 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Course                  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;BACHELOR OF MEDICINE AND BACHELOR OF SURGERY -THIRD M.B.B.S. PART-I&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;4071 OPHTHALMOLOGY&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      WRITTEN                           47      40   80&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      CLINICAL INCL.ORAL                59      40   80&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      INTERNAL ASSESSMENT               18      14   40&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      TOTAL(WRIT.,CLIN.,ORAL,&amp;amp;I.A)     124     100  200  PASS&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;4072 OTO-RHINO-LARYNGOLOGY&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      WRITTEN                           41      40   80&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      CLINICAL INCL.ORAL                46      40   80&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      INTERNAL ASSESSMENT               33      14   40&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      TOTAL(WRIT.,CLIN.,ORAL,&amp;amp;I.A)     120     100  200  PASS&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;4073 COMMUNITY MEDICINE PAPER-I AND&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;     PAPER-II&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;4074  WRITTEN                          151     120  240&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      PRACTICAL INCL.ORAL               65      40   80&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      INTERNAL ASSESSMENT               30      28   80&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;pre style="margin:0;"&gt;      TOTAL(WRIT.,PRAC.,ORAL &amp;amp;,I.A.)   246     200  400  PASS&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-6852243086577047303?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/6852243086577047303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=6852243086577047303&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6852243086577047303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/6852243086577047303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-thro-my-prefinal-exams_29.html' title='Got thro my prefinal exams....'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-3464455903545196445</id><published>2009-04-24T16:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:43.569+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips amp; Outings'/><title type='text'>Kochi tour pics....</title><content type='html'>A bit too late to be posting em now...but annnny way...here we go...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 'excursion de veega land' .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get ,Set , n Goooooo.....our lot at train station...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFO8JjE_3I/AAAAAAAABaw/kLLDdWkSR1s/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sit car was jam packed...crowded...yet we managed to play cards n irritate the co-passengers ..I'm smiling n my team (pravin n siva behind me) look worried...cos they know i wasn't playin for  a win... ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFO8JcXtBI/AAAAAAAABao/oNZxmSpnv28/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever heard about VANITY...???Self Love...??? Heres a sample...Pravin stared at this pic in digicam for a long time wondering in awe about his own beauty....he zoomed in n then zoomed out...n was secretly smiling....when the rest of us were tryin to get some damn sleep before we reach Kochi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFO76zH5aI/AAAAAAAABag/OOec9u1jC28/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Low budget... didn't want to arrange accommodations jus for a 2 hour stay...heres my friend group arranging their own sleeping space.....n me n Isaac sitting guard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFORlZBXUI/AAAAAAAABaY/6RfLr9qiRnU/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for veega land to open....yeap we were the first customers that day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFORnZNJzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Plk7Khqyh-s/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final destination...Veega Land...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFORdJ0hPI/AAAAAAAABaI/4S-ew3XkyAU/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me n Pranesh doin 'Sight-seeing' ...while listening to Akon...still waiting for ticket counter to open...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFORZtYjfI/AAAAAAAABaA/sKdP150xVyM/s400/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;N finally ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspo.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFORLe__HI/AAAAAAAABZ4/UCSSHwbN5Ac/s400/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is mermaid manju (*had to delete her pic...got threatened by pranesh..GRRR*).....Pranesh was completely n 'is' completely smitten by her..has a major irrevocable crush on her...still is blabbering about her during lectures....n this is a pic of Pranesh's sweetheart secretly turning back n smiling at 'me'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!?? Betrayal sweetly urged....(n... he is gonna kill me for publishing this pic in my blog...but am goin to hell anyway..may as well warm up for it...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye for now....Ciao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-3464455903545196445?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/3464455903545196445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=3464455903545196445&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3464455903545196445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/3464455903545196445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/04/kochi-tour-pics_24.html' title='Kochi tour pics....'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SfFO8JjE_3I/AAAAAAAABaw/kLLDdWkSR1s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-1384870236783928290</id><published>2009-04-15T02:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:37.937+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips amp; Outings'/><title type='text'>Tour diary - Kochi trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To n fro train to Kochi.....Rs 210&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day in an amusement park....Rs 270&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two sleepless nights in train with friends n sights of dripping wet cute gals...PRICELESS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somethings in life cannot be bought with money....For everything else there's Ganapathy....Our tour organizer....planned the tour,booked the ticket,worked with Kadal n got concession on entry fee...finally providing change to the bus conductor on our way home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nights in the neversleep train:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;We booked tickets in the sit cars .....n the sit car never sleeps....Although we have been effectively trained in lecture halls....Sleeping while sitting on a moving train seemed impossible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there were friends to makeup for it...As usual with our group....there were lots of nakkals and ottals....played cards....cheated on it....got shouted at by a fellow passenger for disturbing his sleep ...n then finaly fell asleep....for 30 mins....'Ernakulum welcomes you' at 4:30 in mornin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God's own country n My new habit of Baptizing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;One truth - Kerala is rightly called 'God's own land'.....the weather was cool n the entire place was picturesque.....But most of all...the girls.....Some cute...Some gorgeous...Some Sensual...Some tempting.....everywhere we went there were 'somes' all around...MADE MY DAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Lie - My habit of baptizing (My defn - naming/labelling girls on sight for future references n for fun)...not a new habit...Old one...but i used to do it myself...but this time i got partners...Pranesh n Isaac...not exactly partners....jus accomplices...I was the one who was actively namin 'em as i see 'em....a few from my list..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfreen/Vanessa - The girl who worked at the breakfast shop....Pranesh named her Vanessa....In my opinion ...the cutest girl of the lot i saw yesterday....Pranesh stopped ordering food...cos he didn't want to see her working....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Archana n Rengamma - They seemed a little underage...but who gives a damn...we named em anyway....Sisters from north it seemed...Archana seemed quiet n cute....Rangamma was wild n raunchy....Rengamma was pravin's fav figure....definitely not mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meera - Girl on orange dress in wave pool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pooja - Girl on wave pool...bubbly n a buoyant swimmer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubbly , Pinky , creampie....were others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;God i forgot to mention Mermaid Manju.....will tell about her ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N the amusement park stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah...n there was that too....tried all the rides...thrilled by them...blah blah blah....all rides were the same.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in my life....i tried out a ride called Ranger.....ewwww.....Must find n kill the guy who created it....The damn thing went for 360 degree rotation thrice in both clockwise n anticlockwise.....n stood inverted in 12'o clock position for 30 secs too.....ewww.....tightly closed my eyes....gripped the belt rigorously....My life depended on it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story of  Manju the Mermaid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually Pranesh warned me not to write the story in this blog....So,being the true friend iam to him...i'm gonna state just the facts n not the story....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Pranesh reaches Kochi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh reaches the amusement park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh see a cute ,dripping, artistically structured girl in wave pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh develops a huge crush on her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh tells about her to me n isaac....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;I Baptize her as Mermaid Manju (Manju-short for Manjula as she was wearing a yellow chudi,,,n Mermaid as she was sitting like one in a rock in the middle of the pool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh starts ogling her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh sees her once gain after the cinemagic show on our way out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh follows her n her family (Read: Not 'obsessive follow'....jus 'romantic follow')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;The girl n the family went for the wave pool 3 or more times.....(must have been from sahara it seems....the entire family was obsessed with water...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Started raining n girl still in wave pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh still ogling at her in rain,,,now it starts to look a little obsessive....me n Isaac watching n speculating....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Girl goes for a dress change...Prnsh can't follow ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Prnsh waits at the gate as we leave....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;Mermaid never shows....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&amp;gt;The climate n Prnsh....both become gloomy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral - Mermaids never leave the sea (read fairy tales people)....so stop waiting foolishly by the gate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not the end:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...the entire tour was awesome...even though just a day....was awesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made plans for a tour to Goa at the end of the final year exams...n to Mauritius (???!!!) after residency completion.....actually the mauritius thing was more of a day dream than planning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post the pics in the next post....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-1384870236783928290?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/1384870236783928290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=1384870236783928290&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1384870236783928290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/1384870236783928290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/04/tour-diary-kochi-trip_15.html' title='Tour diary - Kochi trip'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-860625696038919955</id><published>2009-04-12T19:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:37.266+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Choking in the start line...yet planning on finishing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Final year's begun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;i knew it wouldn't be a cakewalk...&lt;div&gt;So trying to learn everything from the basics of medicine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i feel like im starting to asphyxiate....n i havent even crossed the starting point...Long way to go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been posted in medicine....all i asked God was not to place me in First unit and not to place me in an unit with many girls....WHY GOD WHY...????  I've been placed in first unit...n i'm the only boy in that unit...But its been goin OK till now....no probs ...except a feeling of loneliness...they've been co-operative....Hoping to cope up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My first Blog Award:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been awarded with "Honest Scrap" award from &lt;a href="http://namdu.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-weekend.html"&gt;Brocasarea&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUz288H80qQ/SeFvtooaeeI/AAAAAAAADRM/2q2P2h-0gZs/s200/Honest_Scrap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot bro...Means a lot....n Congrats broca on his 351 th  post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Goin on a trip wit pals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna start to Kochi by today evening...jus a one day trip to veega land...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to feel alive again ....a whiff of fresh air in this grinding final year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entire plan arranged by Ganapathy....dunno why he is too eager....probably has some diabolical plans once we reach kochi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will post the pics on return...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Five day Holiday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap....i'm on a five day holiday....monday has been unofficially announced as a holiday....&lt;div&gt;Lemonade in hell....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...jus resting a lot...eating a lot....n seeing hella lotta movies....saw 5 films day before yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm planning on writing a story or an article while on my trip...will post it soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-860625696038919955?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/860625696038919955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=860625696038919955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/860625696038919955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/860625696038919955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/04/choking-in-start-lineyet-planning-on_12.html' title='Choking in the start line...yet planning on finishing...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUz288H80qQ/SeFvtooaeeI/AAAAAAAADRM/2q2P2h-0gZs/s72-c/Honest_Scrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-7439931625867833529</id><published>2009-03-22T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:32.911+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>Gonna enter my final year in 19 hours...</title><content type='html'>Finished my third yr pracs...n gonna be a final year student from tomorrow...a bit excited n a bit afraid...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First about my third yr pracs....God...it was like  a tumor in my adrenals...very demanding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after i've finished studying all the text books for my theory exams....why must i once again do the same thing all over again for the pracs???...why dont the examiners jus focus on the practical aspects...&lt;div&gt;I simply dont understand the logics behind it...But as a whole did my pracs reasonably well...was really anxious about SPM pracs....cos i had to score more than a pass mark to pass in the final results (cos my HOD didnt give enough internal marks....so i had to compensate).....n to my surprise ....I did really well in SPM....did ENT n Ophthal OK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n one more thing being the last serial number in a practical batch sucks.....sucks n sucks....I had to finish my cases really quickly n i had to wait for my turn for hours to present my cases...n the examiners will be so tired that they just ask me 2 mins of questions....so much for 10 hour preparations.....sucks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N now...I'm gonna be a final year student...No more class cuts....no more looking up to the seniors for case taking...infact iam the senior now...have to study from the basics....have to cut back on my computer time....n blah blah blah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ruralstress.ca/images/stress_graph.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ewww...sounds really stressing even while writing about it...dunno how im gonna cope up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope my good luck always stays with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-7439931625867833529?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/7439931625867833529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=7439931625867833529&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7439931625867833529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/7439931625867833529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/03/gonna-enter-my-final-year-in-19-hours_22.html' title='Gonna enter my final year in 19 hours...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2540758854672620085</id><published>2009-03-22T18:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:30.722+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Children of heaven...Pure n Spellbinding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://addacmcs.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/children-of-heaven4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://addacmcs.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/children-of-heaven4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply amazing film....&lt;div&gt;Simple story + Great acting + ending on a positive note.....My favourite film recipe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why i love other language foreign films....They dont have that rugged cynicism n are so original....n touching....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie has similar premises like slumdog...but is so much better than it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie's central theme is triumph of human spirit during adversity....similar to slumdog...but the protagonist is not happy with his success...actually he is not even aware of his success...the ending explains perfectly the words..."needing", "wanting",  "having" n "winning"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the movie is simply ineffable ....has a simple story with complex n ambiguous ideas hiding beneath it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n another thing about this movie is that it uses shoes as a symbol for empathy...so much for "stepping into others shoes"..... the movie shows a really optimistic view of human kind...where everyone empathises with others...loved it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: The ending was really touching...n i couldn't control my tears...usually im so numb ....haven't wet my eyes in a long time....long long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2540758854672620085?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2540758854672620085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2540758854672620085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2540758854672620085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2540758854672620085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/03/children-of-heavenpure-n-spellbinding_22.html' title='Children of heaven...Pure n Spellbinding...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-2003201687738953242</id><published>2009-03-06T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:23.104+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Fiction'/><title type='text'>Love unrequited...Love non-existent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;I should tell her...before she comes to know of it by herself .... I went inside the college auditorium...I've always hated these big occasions...students getting together and performing...eww ,I already know this was going to be a disaster....but , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have to tell it to her today...or I will be severely regretting it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kristinsstudio.com/nevipublishing/quest3/Love's%20Proposal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;I finally found my friends group n I joined them....none of my friends knew about it...except Pranesh .....he came near me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Pranesh "dude...have u told her ??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Me "still no..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Prnsh "what are you waiting for..? The perfect occasion.? Jus go n tell her"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Me "I'm a little bit afraid da"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Prnsh "afraid of what...?? Her small ineffectual hands slapping u...?? Jus go n do it already...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Me "no da....I'm afraid whether this may ruin my friendship with her"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Prnsh "dude...you've barely spoken ten words to her in these 3 years of college life....I don't think it counts as friendship...believe me you aren't risking anything..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Me "hmmm...OK..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;I glanced towards the girls section....wasn't difficult spotting her...she was in a saree tonight...I made up mind....n got up....suddenly everyone was staring at me....shit! I forgot there was a dance program going on...I sat down n waited for the song to end...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;I went near her seat.....she was chatting with a bunch of her friends....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she looked stunning ...and pale....&lt;/span&gt;seriously, how much paler can she get..??? Random thoughts of she being a sexy female vampire crossed my mind....I shook my head outta the distraction and faced the moment of truth...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"uh....excuse me...but....could I talk with you alone ...?? Outside ..??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;She gave me an uncompromising look n nodded her head....her friends were whispering something n giggling....we went outside....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;When I came inside...all my friends were waiting for my arrival....seems Pranesh had told everyone when I went out with her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Ganapathy "how did it go da..??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;I shook my head horizontally n said " D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Pravin "why da.? What happened out there.?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Me "well ...I told it to her n....she didn't take it very well....she said she may not be able to handle it alone and called her dad"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Ganapathy "shit...dude you in big trouble or anything like that..?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Pravin "she didn't have to call her dad...she could've just said no n rejected your proposal...**** her "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Me "errr...what proposal..?? What rejection...???"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Suddenly Pranesh started laughing his stomach out.....I deciphered pranesh's diabolical plan...n clarified...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;min-height:15px;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;Me "hey...I didn't propose to her or anything like that....while I was parking my car...it was dark n I didn't see her stupid bike...n crashed it....the bike must've been her great grandfather's I think ....the handbar came off n the mirrors got broken....so I wanted to tell her myself n err...apologise.....n this sick  ****er had u fooled with his twisted story...seriously how dumb can u guys get..??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="font:13px Arial;margin:0;"&gt;P.S. - Read it once again if u like.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-2003201687738953242?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/2003201687738953242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=2003201687738953242&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2003201687738953242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/2003201687738953242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-unrequitedlove-non-existent_06.html' title='Love unrequited...Love non-existent...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-5122784595337718492</id><published>2009-03-03T19:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:19.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips amp; Outings'/><title type='text'>Pics with a story behind them...</title><content type='html'>Every picture has a story....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fun moments.....A moment of euphoria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happened in Aryaas....a while back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were just teasing Pravin about his frequent secret sms'es...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n.....This happened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SazosV24mSI/AAAAAAAABZw/AnGU_eog2mo/s320/IMG_0861.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SazosWKqihI/AAAAAAAABZo/yzUCLUrDGvw/s320/IMG_0862.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SazosJ1kGZI/AAAAAAAABZg/Ub3ZFVbgIMM/s320/IMG_0863.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SazosPZ7dRI/AAAAAAAABZY/mJzYl_F1sKs/s320/IMG_0864.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Early Morning Delight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up early today.....by 7 or 7 30.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw this enthralling view...jus infront of my home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't seen mist cover in my place....like ever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The misty view coupled with the chill breeze ....felt like i was in ooty....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;captivating images....(as a matter of fact, the actual view was more bewitching than the pics...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SazmTuBwjgI/AAAAAAAABZI/y7XdmIMWsIE/s320/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SazmT939zwI/AAAAAAAABZQ/dDo0DhN9JRc/s320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8535057459947381902-5122784595337718492?l=cupidslunatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/feeds/5122784595337718492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8535057459947381902&amp;postID=5122784595337718492&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5122784595337718492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8535057459947381902/posts/default/5122784595337718492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidslunatic.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics-with-story-behind-them_03.html' title='Pics with a story behind them...'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Y3Od2HWCXw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRU/nhZRU8NcKgs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CwOQm26DjTs/SazosV24mSI/AAAAAAAABZw/AnGU_eog2mo/s72-c/IMG_0861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8535057459947381902.post-4654141133215347296</id><published>2009-02-27T21:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:35:15.428+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Pages'/><title type='text'>F-F-F-Feeling... :-) to be back...<
