<?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-32775197</id><updated>2011-12-15T08:15:41.405+05:30</updated><category term='Tips Mobile'/><title type='text'>Very varied verbiage</title><subtitle type='html'>Spooky shit ... According to some people.
     
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ASP (A Stupid Person)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-5718897814140894020</id><published>2010-08-25T16:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:16:43.830+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips Mobile'/><title type='text'>Tips and Tricks - Contacts Backup</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine says I know a lot about electronics and how to simplify some of the common stuff we do. So I should blog about it.&lt;div&gt;So Im thinking about doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tip1: How to move your contacts from one phone to another phone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can transfer all your contacts to the simcard and then insert it in the new phone and copy them to the phone directory OR you can keep all your contacts on the SIM all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better to do both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look in your contact options or in the setting for a SIM contacts menu. Within that there will be a COPY ALL TO SIM and a COPY ALL FROM SIM option. Use these to transfer the contacts to the SIM and back out. Remember different phones have slightly different menus and locations for this option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procedure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COPY ALL TO SIM &gt;&gt; Put SIM in new phone &gt;&gt; COPY ALL FROM SIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limitations: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Names come to only 10 characters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. One number associated with each name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Other information is not copied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck and Godspeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-5718897814140894020?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/5718897814140894020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=5718897814140894020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5718897814140894020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5718897814140894020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2010/08/tips-and-tricks-contacts-backup.html' title='Tips and Tricks - Contacts Backup'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-3647804873708451341</id><published>2010-03-31T22:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:37:36.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hate Losing</title><content type='html'>I hate stuff. A lot. All the time.&lt;div&gt;First coz I dont win anything. Secondly Im losing something as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate it most someone special is not going to be around. It hurts. A lot. Personally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it makes me believe I did something wrong, but its usually going to be 2 sided. Life goes on. Hurts like hell. Pain tells me Im alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But losing the friend is like a scar I did not want. Nor am I proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it. Cant stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate Losing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-3647804873708451341?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/3647804873708451341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=3647804873708451341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3647804873708451341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3647804873708451341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2010/03/hate-losing.html' title='Hate Losing'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-5283312495890650291</id><published>2010-02-19T01:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:36:41.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging about the new old cam</title><content type='html'>I have a JVC GR D290&lt;div&gt;Old shit mini DV camera - At this point if you arent interested or did not understand LEAVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I knew I could transfer video by firewire (done it before) but the USB was useless except for moving fotos from it. So I got a cable only to realize it was the wrong one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I charged it and messed around with it for an hour and voila! - I got it to do everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Record video and pics, transfer pics, transfer recorded video and live video (webcam mode)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seemed like an achievement at the time so i blogged about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized why it was so big. I wanted it to work. Coz i needed it to. And it did. And it felt good. I wanted to brag about it. Tell everyone. Then I realized no one cared. No one needed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did. And thats all that mattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do your own thing for yourself. All the rest is bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gyaani Blogger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-5283312495890650291?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/5283312495890650291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=5283312495890650291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5283312495890650291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5283312495890650291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-about-new-old-cam.html' title='Blogging about the new old cam'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-965109289346855013</id><published>2009-07-26T13:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:12:11.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bribed!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I gave up blogging for more than a year because I got very bored with all the questions about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I have been bribed back into starting it :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bribed to start it! Believe it or not, I truly enjoyed it and now thats the reason for this post. The bribe. Which I hope to get again, except as not a bribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, stop screaming. I know SOME people thought I was bribed to stop and others tried to convince me to start again. But I realize its a lot of effort. Sometimes its not worth trying to crystallize your thoughts to share which people assume is the whole and soul of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways back to bribes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that bribes are by definition give to people to do something they are NOT supposed to do. India has the distinction of bribing people for doing the jobs they are paid to do and supposed to do. What a wonderfully ass backwards people we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when stupid municipal commisioners open their mouths (Bbay, Surat) and prove their calibre. Sadly in these cases, women proved they are no less stupid than men.&lt;br /&gt;I like it even more when they blame an inept and large workforce and "outsiders" for their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a simple lesson. Control what you can and let go of what you cant or shouldnt. Get brains to recognize the difference. People can control corruption in politicians if WE have the political will. My question is different.&lt;br /&gt;Do we have the brains to recognize that we can? And the political will to do what is needed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-965109289346855013?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/965109289346855013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=965109289346855013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/965109289346855013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/965109289346855013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2009/07/bribed.html' title='Bribed!'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-8478834128860386573</id><published>2008-08-16T12:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:50:46.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The laziest blogger in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="content"&gt; &lt;div class="chat"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;Hola amigos!&lt;br /&gt;Long time and no blogging again. Guess was a little to busy with life :P&lt;br /&gt;Im glad that for once, I was not being bored to death with whatever I am upto. There is a lot I have to be happy for and plenty to crib about. For now, I am content cribbing =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about religion the other day. Personally, this would be a good time for you to tune out in case you like arguing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that religion and spirituality are not really the same thing. I can be spiritual without been overtly religious. Religion is a set of beliefs, usually followed by a group with traditions and rituals. Spirituality is the belief in a higher power and on occassion submission to it, but mostly praying to it to be more than just human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why draw a difference between the two?&lt;br /&gt;Coz religion is commercialized and sometimes dictates utter nonsense to us. God is infalliable, the humans who deliver / interpret his word are not. I prefer the voice inside me that tells me whats ok and whats not. It guides me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored to death again, so here are some teasers for u to play with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairs of primes separated by a single number are called prime pairs. Examples  are 17 and 19. Prove that the number between a prime pair is always divisible by  6 (assuming both numbers in the pair are greater than 6). Now prove that there  are no 'prime triples.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; In a country  in which people only want boys, every family continues to have children until  they have a boy. if they have a girl, they have another child. if they have a  boy, they stop. what is the proportion of boys to girls in the  country?&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/32775197-8478834128860386573?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/8478834128860386573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=8478834128860386573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/8478834128860386573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/8478834128860386573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/08/laziest-blogger-in-world.html' title='The laziest blogger in the world'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7807065007955573336</id><published>2008-06-03T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:15:55.129+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 interesting facts about sleep - Other than "Im sleepy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The record for the longest period without sleep is 18 days, 21 hours, 40 minutes during a rocking chair marathon. The record holder reported hallucinations, paranoia, blurred vision, slurred speech and memory and concentration lapses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; It’s impossible to tell if someone is really awake without close medical supervision. People can take cat naps with their eyes open without even being aware of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Anything less than five minutes to fall asleep at night means you’re sleep deprived. The ideal is between 10 and 15 minutes, meaning you’re still tired enough to sleep deeply, but not so exhausted you feel sleepy by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-4415"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Dreams, once thought to occur only during REM (Rapid Eye Movement) sleep, also occur (but to a lesser extent) in non-REM sleep phases. It’s possible there may not be a single moment of our sleep when we are actually dreamless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; REM dreams are characterised by bizarre plots, but non-REM dreams are repetitive and thought-like, with little imagery - obsessively returning to a suspicion you left your mobile phone somewhere, for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Certain types of eye movements during REM sleep correspond to specific movements in dreams, suggesting at least part of the dreaming process is analagous to watching a film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Elephants sleep standing up during non-REM sleep, but lie down for REM sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Some scientists believe we dream to fix experiences in long-term memory, that is, we dream about things worth remembering. Others think we dream about things worth forgetting - to eliminate overlapping memories that would otherwise clog up our brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Dreams may not serve any purpose at all but be merely a meaningless byproduct of two evolutionary adaptations - sleep and consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Scientists have not been able to explain a 1998 study showing a bright light shone on the backs of human knees can reset the brain’s sleep-wake clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7807065007955573336?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7807065007955573336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7807065007955573336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7807065007955573336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7807065007955573336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-interesting-facts-about-sleep-other.html' title='10 interesting facts about sleep - Other than &quot;Im sleepy&quot;'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-4262296075318207642</id><published>2008-03-31T23:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:27:41.311+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin without pictures! - Schumi the great</title><content type='html'>The reason why i love the arrogant Schumacher, is that he gives his very best to whatever he does&lt;br /&gt;F1 - Probably holds the record for holding and breaking the most records&lt;br /&gt;And now he wins a bike race! Ok its a sidey thing, but i mean come on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new F1 championship seems to shaping up nicely, All I can hope for is that LH and KR have the guts to make it an interesting sport for us all.&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching and cheer for your favorite&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that the sport is winning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-4262296075318207642?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/4262296075318207642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=4262296075318207642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4262296075318207642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4262296075318207642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloggin-without-pictures-schumi-great.html' title='Bloggin without pictures! - Schumi the great'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-4925241145505226568</id><published>2008-03-11T11:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:15:00.902+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the good life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9YiCMbhmvI/AAAAAAAABBo/Uh0G7BIR-9M/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9YiCMbhmvI/AAAAAAAABBo/Uh0G7BIR-9M/s400/DSC00462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176362242800720626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love going to a new hotel for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Service industries love upgrading me when I show my pretty face for the first time there. They might do it to you, if you show your ugly mug there too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, love this suite. The panaroma was take from the entrance in the outer room, Yes that little curtain points to the bedroom, dresser and washrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outer room with a piano? Boy i cant play anymore but i still created a ruckus :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only sad thing was I wasnt there long enough to enjoy it all. I always love to take things slow and enjoy the feeling of being taken over completely by an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, leisure, whatever things. Damn i need more time to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-4925241145505226568?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/4925241145505226568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=4925241145505226568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4925241145505226568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4925241145505226568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-to-good-life.html' title='Welcome to the good life'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9YiCMbhmvI/AAAAAAAABBo/Uh0G7BIR-9M/s72-c/DSC00462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-1875025298233611977</id><published>2008-03-10T15:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:15:01.291+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Late post - Valentine's day massacre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9UCqsbhmuI/AAAAAAAABBg/QYXX0O6yBr8/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9UCqsbhmuI/AAAAAAAABBg/QYXX0O6yBr8/s400/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176046279236623074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right: Broken Heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D  Hehehe, took this at a much needed snack meal on a trip. It was damn tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vday is kinda sad coz all the couples are under so much pressure to do "something" and the non couples are tryin to find "someone".&lt;br /&gt;Chances are if you havent found someone in the entire year, nothing will happen on this day either. The part that really gets me though is how people forget during a celebration that they are acutally celebrating people. And it is these people who make or break the day for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love someone, love anyone, you will be loved back. All the time for some you, sometimes for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Love is not the soulmate finding nonsense that most horny humans go through wasting most of their productive uptime on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-1875025298233611977?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/1875025298233611977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=1875025298233611977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1875025298233611977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1875025298233611977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/03/late-post-valentines-day-massacre.html' title='Late post - Valentine&apos;s day massacre'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9UCqsbhmuI/AAAAAAAABBg/QYXX0O6yBr8/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-5877430725157433934</id><published>2008-03-10T15:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:15:01.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to grow a few Paris Hiltons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9UA6cbhmtI/AAAAAAAABBY/7QEEfnf2y3s/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9UA6cbhmtI/AAAAAAAABBY/7QEEfnf2y3s/s400/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176044350796307154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this picture carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a toy on sale for kids at a supermarket - "Fashion Teenies"&lt;br /&gt;What is right with the people who made this! I was stunned to see that these are the fantasies that some poor impressionable kid will play with and probably have a lopsided view of the world forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just sick with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont really feel like saying anything more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-5877430725157433934?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/5877430725157433934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=5877430725157433934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5877430725157433934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5877430725157433934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/03/tweenie-stars.html' title='How to grow a few Paris Hiltons'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/R9UA6cbhmtI/AAAAAAAABBY/7QEEfnf2y3s/s72-c/DSC00461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-276111025718541089</id><published>2008-02-18T00:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:08:13.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ooooo Zombies!</title><content type='html'>Was walking on the street the other day, saw this strange thing: A zombie almost killed a woman on a street.&lt;br /&gt;Well the zombie was in a car, and was talking to something on the phone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the road rules that prevents idiots from being under the influence and driving, Also the no using phones while driving. I dont know how people can talk on the phone and drive at the same time - With or Without a handsfree :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think thats bad, you should see the bozos talking on the fone walking into other people. I mean these people are walkin, talkin on the phone and are still walking into other people walking on the street! If you cant walk straight how can you drive straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think wat bugs me is really the lack of consideration people have for humans within 10 feet of them while talkin to someone usually more than a km away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-276111025718541089?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/276111025718541089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=276111025718541089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/276111025718541089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/276111025718541089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/02/ooooo-zombies.html' title='ooooo Zombies!'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-2104412692053640098</id><published>2008-01-21T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:36:00.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Something inside each of us motivates us to be better than we know. Better than others believe we are.&lt;br /&gt;Something inside us that makes us go that extra distance, to evolve into a better human being. Its what helps us cross our animal instincts to hit our higher goals, to dream.&lt;br /&gt;Great, now all I gotta do is find some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-2104412692053640098?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/2104412692053640098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=2104412692053640098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/2104412692053640098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/2104412692053640098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-1965993210197233478</id><published>2008-01-03T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:58:40.208+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bloggah 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt; &lt;span class="salutation-o"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;work work work ur ass&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;gently into the grind&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;&lt;div class="msg"&gt;&lt;div class="1st"&gt;merrily merrily merrily merrily&lt;br /&gt;life will leave u behind / life  is a behind / a morons writing a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, a fresh burst of enthu and Im back to old habits.&lt;br /&gt;Its true, they die hard, except there are no corny one liners and action sequences. Had some fun on a nice vacation / meet up break with family and friends. Helps put in perspective what is really important in life and why we go through all the painful little things.&lt;br /&gt;Little things that sometimes get an inappropriately large portion of our time and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im going to go back to being myself and have myself  a good time! Cya!&lt;br /&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/32775197-1965993210197233478?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/1965993210197233478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=1965993210197233478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1965993210197233478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1965993210197233478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2008/01/bloggah-2008.html' title='Bloggah 2008!'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7301908021237706975</id><published>2007-11-15T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:38:12.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Foot loose and Fracture free</title><content type='html'>When the urge to blog fades away, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;I dont blog. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;But over the past few weeks I have been footloose and fracture free and am happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;I can atleast move around, with some difficulty, but its better than being able to do nothing at all. Scarier thoughts in my head told me I was lucky, not to break anything, lose anything, receive wounds far graver than the scratches that will fade. The strangest thing I thought was, what happens to the people who receive deep emotional scars.&lt;br /&gt;Physically, We can heal, use our crutches and move on. What happens to the emotionally crippled? Who or what are their crutches? Being as predictable (sic) as emotions what would these crutches do when leaned on too much? Strange, sad things to think about, but they gave me an insight into why attention seekers, seek attention. It told me why kids love people who pay attention to them and still are too silly to realise whatever they receive from their parents is the deepest sacrifice, not required, but given freely.&lt;br /&gt;If there ever was a good time to thank God, it was then, yet all I could think about is whether anyone other than me was hurt. And then shout at the driver for a few seconds. Such contrast within a few moments ... Guess thats what makes us human&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7301908021237706975?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7301908021237706975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7301908021237706975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7301908021237706975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7301908021237706975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/11/foot-loose-and-fracture-free.html' title='Foot loose and Fracture free'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-5929888642584405239</id><published>2007-10-13T01:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-13T01:49:40.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Im so high ... I think i can fly</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it doesnt take a substance to take me to that higher plane of existence, The right company and the right experience is all it needs. People hunt their whole lives and still dont find what makes them happy. Consumerism is not the answer, but it sure helps distract the idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Wat we, I really need is a sense of belonging, of being wanted, when in reality there is no need for us. Thats wat makes us feel special, wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Well well, enough of self piteous wallowing in the after glow, time to sleep. Have fun in lala land, suckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-5929888642584405239?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/5929888642584405239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=5929888642584405239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5929888642584405239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5929888642584405239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-so-high-i-think-i-can-fly.html' title='Im so high ... I think i can fly'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6717078335997299218</id><published>2007-09-22T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:20:54.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Animals need to be caged</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/v/RKtegU6_AsQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate animals that run wild in the urban jungle. They need to be fixed or put on a leash. Ive started my own "shout at the a$$hole who dusnt understand road manners" campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temme wat you think of the video above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who dint get it, the damn bikes are on the footpath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6717078335997299218?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6717078335997299218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6717078335997299218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6717078335997299218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6717078335997299218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/09/animals-need-to-be-caged.html' title='Animals need to be caged'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7636781890803688500</id><published>2007-09-14T13:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:37:23.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No talent</title><content type='html'>I went into a music shop the other day. They had these neat guitars and some really good boards over there. Reminded me of wen i was a kid playin the boards. Im really surprised that just going in there made me wana play again.&lt;br /&gt;I think im going to go get myself some boards and play in my spare time. I may not have talent. Hell i may have talent but no time. But I think this is one of those things we need to do to ourselves to feel good. Ive seen most people do quite a bit of it for themselves and it usually sickens me. But its equally dumb for me to do nothing for myself. After all, someone needs to look after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I wont force you to listen to me, so stop thinking up of jokes that you can throw at me. They arent very good even when you have a lot of time to prepare :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7636781890803688500?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7636781890803688500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7636781890803688500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7636781890803688500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7636781890803688500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-talent.html' title='No talent'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6746973986850040154</id><published>2007-09-07T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:25:20.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to take stock</title><content type='html'>Who do i write for?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats my target audience?&lt;br /&gt;Me, 1hour, 1day, 1 week, 1month, 1 year or more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;There is no point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it stupid?&lt;br /&gt;No, Its purgative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel like I am talking to myself?&lt;br /&gt;I do talk to myself, just not out loud and maybe I dont listen often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you reading this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6746973986850040154?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6746973986850040154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6746973986850040154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6746973986850040154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6746973986850040154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-to-take-stock.html' title='Time to take stock'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7868756339650061257</id><published>2007-09-02T13:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:48:55.932+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heaven n Hell</title><content type='html'>Do you live in heaven or hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us know what our answer would be.&lt;br /&gt;Mine's heaven. Coz I do not believe those are places I would goto after I die, but rather someplace i create in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;All of us go through similar experiences in life. Some of us come out better, some of us worse. How? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks its all in the mind. What we perceive and make of it, is what life becomes to us. A failure when taken as a learning tool and a lesson in what not to do ;) makes us a lil smarter than b4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, As long as we dont kill ourselves, I guess we will live in a mix of H&amp;amp;H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7868756339650061257?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7868756339650061257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7868756339650061257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7868756339650061257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7868756339650061257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/09/heaven-n-hell.html' title='Heaven n Hell'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-4567084014217996053</id><published>2007-08-22T10:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:34:27.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Complete lack of sense</title><content type='html'>Been sometime since I wrote anything - Worth writing about or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the people I know, make no sense at all. In no possible way is it clear, why they are doing something so out of character with themselves. Some blame the surroundings for it. Others blame people. I think its all blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly, who we are is influenced by whom and what we surround ourselves with. Does that not make it even more important to choose carefully, what is around us and who we spend our time with? By choosing not to decide these 2 factors, we seek to absolve ourselves of all responsibility of being ourselves and then justify it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont think other people care. Nor should they. If they have empathy for my situation, great! Even otherwise people should react solely on how I behave with them, not their idea of how I might behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a second chance takes a lot, I dont think most people have it. I know i dont. I can try, but its very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Confused? - Read the title&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-4567084014217996053?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/4567084014217996053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=4567084014217996053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4567084014217996053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4567084014217996053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/08/complete-lack-of-sense.html' title='Complete lack of sense'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7288826587607453708</id><published>2007-08-08T01:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:15:30.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>No, its not coz of a gurl. Thats easy to get over.&lt;br /&gt;Its the loss a friend.&lt;br /&gt;A friend who should have been family. Or family that was also a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is cruel. Maybe its not. It probably does not care who among us remain, or do not.&lt;br /&gt;All the more reason to live well and regret nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you my friend; watch over us, the stupid ones left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7288826587607453708?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7288826587607453708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7288826587607453708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7288826587607453708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7288826587607453708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/08/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-1434714342696528335</id><published>2007-07-31T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:57:02.667+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Im so busy</title><content type='html'>I wonder what exactly am i busy doing?&lt;br /&gt;Meeting people? Doing things? Sleeping? Resting?&lt;br /&gt;Which of these are important enough for me to do and follow up on?&lt;br /&gt;Usually im pretty clear on these things, but in the past few days ive had a viral thats really sappin my energy and i keep wishing that i din have to do anything. But then wats the whole point of being well if i cant do anything.&lt;br /&gt;O well, too bored to do this either&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-1434714342696528335?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/1434714342696528335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=1434714342696528335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1434714342696528335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1434714342696528335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-busy.html' title='Im so busy'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-4342608269986768886</id><published>2007-07-17T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:12:50.398+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Culture</title><content type='html'>What is my culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being a bad Indian by wearing non traditional clothes. I am most comfortable in tshirts and shorts. Does that make me a non Indian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do my thought make me Indian. In which case if i do accept some western thoughts, does that make me non Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought a lil bit (extremely lil, mind u) and decided that Indian culture is built on openness. I can wear whatever I want, talk in any language I am comfortable in, eat anything I like, think whatever I want to think, believe whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I allow other people the same freedom, without expecting them to be like me or accusing them of being Un Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only clear non Indian thing to do is to call someone, anyone a non Indian, in any language, on any aspect of who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being Indian :)&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-4342608269986768886?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/4342608269986768886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=4342608269986768886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4342608269986768886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4342608269986768886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/07/culture.html' title='Culture'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-2372200604694606266</id><published>2007-07-15T20:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:09:04.925+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day!!!</title><content type='html'>After a long time, I had my worst day, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i exaggerate, In a few years. It wasnt just one thing in particular, it was this entire series of events leading to one event happening that ruined my day. Instead doin well like i thought, I had scrwd up and ended up feeling like my entire time spent was a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens, Gotta move on. Easy to say, hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all platitudes!!! But it also reminded me that I shud not be taking my good days for granted. There arent too many of those and Im wondering if I am growing a little blaise to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope not!!! Dun wana become one of those ppl who have fun and have no appreciation for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-2372200604694606266?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/2372200604694606266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=2372200604694606266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/2372200604694606266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/2372200604694606266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day!!!'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6520781221206069240</id><published>2007-07-11T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:21:18.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I lie</title><content type='html'>Everyday I put on my face and goto work,&lt;br /&gt;Come back from work and change into my play mask,&lt;br /&gt;Playing all the role im expected to and want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lying or am I adapting to who people want me to be. Is it so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people accept lies more easily than they do the truth. Is it so unbelievable that it has to be the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be shaped by all around me, but I will be defined only by me.&lt;br /&gt;That is the truth that I know, That is something I will live by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6520781221206069240?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6520781221206069240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6520781221206069240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6520781221206069240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6520781221206069240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-lie.html' title='I lie'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-8735357690679929087</id><published>2007-07-03T10:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:15:08.818+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain on my parade</title><content type='html'>Mumbai is drowning, again.&lt;br /&gt;Blame the city infrastructure, apathetic BMC or even as some other people do ... That shithole deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont care anymore, because even if all of these things play their part in creating the mess, there is a larger pattern here. Calcutta, Bangalore, Chennai, Hyderabad all got inundated at some time or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either all our cities are getting more crowded and weaker in terms of infrastructure (which I am sure they are) or there is another possibility.&lt;br /&gt;The climate is worsening, against us. This violent behavior of weather is a sign of global changes in the climate and is a fact the world over. Places with no rain for over 100 years reported rain in the last 2 years. Sea levels and tides are now a factor in the sewage systems of seaside cities.&lt;br /&gt;Storms are being seen in places that had a 1 in a million chances of seeing them, more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we as humans have altered how the climate behaves, because of our actions. Knowingly, Unwittingly, whatever be the reason. Some of us are not ever ready to admit that we could be the cause of all the destruction being heaped upon us. That is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Because until we admit we are at fault, we wont do jack about it. And ironically, we have the means to do something about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the question is, Why arent we doing what we can do to keep our planet alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-8735357690679929087?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/8735357690679929087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=8735357690679929087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/8735357690679929087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/8735357690679929087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-on-my-parade.html' title='Rain on my parade'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-5081140963992956154</id><published>2007-06-28T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:47:29.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wats in a nerd ...</title><content type='html'>A little bit of techie,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of obsession,&lt;br /&gt;Mix in a pot of some IQ,&lt;br /&gt;And a whole lot of passion;&lt;br /&gt;For their obsession that is,&lt;br /&gt;Thats wat makes a good nerd,&lt;br /&gt;Theyre not really retarded,&lt;br /&gt;But on streets theyre unguarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them will write poems,&lt;br /&gt;Just coz they got a lot of time,&lt;br /&gt;The worse ones will read them,&lt;br /&gt;And then go Ahem!!! Ahem!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yea nerds are everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;You can see them in the air,&lt;br /&gt;They gona take over the earth,&lt;br /&gt;And spread their nerdy mirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as hard as you can,&lt;br /&gt;But you cant avoid our millions,&lt;br /&gt;We are everywhere you turn,&lt;br /&gt;Creeping out from our dominions,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the emotional insanity,&lt;br /&gt;And the accompanying humanity,&lt;br /&gt;Yea I might be just a nerd,&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, Im a free bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-5081140963992956154?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/5081140963992956154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=5081140963992956154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5081140963992956154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5081140963992956154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/wats-in-nerd.html' title='Wats in a nerd ...'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7157181267564680161</id><published>2007-06-27T09:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:09:31.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Deliciously Lazy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes ... Well all the time for me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel that feeling of utter and complete lack of interest in doing anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;And the pure joy that emanates from achieving this over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destructive you say? Well sometimes our hobbies are meant to be a distraction from regular life.&lt;br /&gt;If they arent how are we to enjoy them. I cant imagine going to eat for fun if I was a chef coz to me doing the same thing a gazillion times, no matter how much I love it, is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this makes life random, so what? Thats the whole point of enjoying yourself, the delicious surprise, anticipation and thrill of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely sometimes we get that high from doing the safest of things in physical terms, but very dangerous things mentally or emotionally (like hitting on some unknown hot person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun to do these things when you are dead bored of doing the "regular" stuff and I dont think I am ever going to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7157181267564680161?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7157181267564680161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7157181267564680161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7157181267564680161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7157181267564680161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/utterly-deliciously-lazy.html' title='Utterly Deliciously Lazy'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-1026935256542028795</id><published>2007-06-23T13:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:22:52.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy me</title><content type='html'>George Bush Jr - Not coz hes evil, but coz hes stupid. Theres no excuse for him being where he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple - After releasing a shitty player like the iPod which wannabes believe is a fashion statement, they now comes with the iPhone and Safari. Totally agree that Steve Jobs is possibly the greatest marketing guru today (I am serious about this, How else can you sell utter crap. Other guru : Ekta Kapoor for her massive K invasion of my ex TV).&lt;br /&gt;Now the iPhone has some nice user interface touches, but lets be serious here, Touch screens have been around forever and they will bomb on phones for the same reason they bombed on computers - Too expensive, pathetic lifespans. There has to be a more compelling reason for touch screens to succeed like - Extreme simplicity or hand writing recognition with a finger. And no im not impressed with a $599 tag post service provider discounts!!!&lt;br /&gt;PS: My ancient Ngage could play movies 2 years before the iPod even did picture / color screens, so S#*k mah B@!!$&lt;br /&gt;As for the Safari, That piece of crap will be deigned to statistic bashing - 2% of Mac users use Safari - The rest use Mozilla Firefox or Opera. Now that that 2% of computer users is out of the way, the Non Mac usage of Safari is ... zilch, 0. Yes i think nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft bashers - How many of u MS bashing whining b!tch35 use a non MS Operating System? Any MS app? Theyre at the top coz they are that damn good. Google lovers can blow me - What has google got significance in other than search and ads? and BTW MS has to share its propreitary code at no cost so that its competitors can build apps for its own OS???!!! Gawd that is fked up. Why dont the courts just tell them to cut off their arms and feed it to their competitors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violent Video Game crybabies - I hate both sides of this argument. The companies that make the gratuitous shit they call entertainment and the losers who claim violent Videogames make you violent!&lt;br /&gt;Ok The loser companies who make this shit and then cry that they are being treated bad - Behave urself and self censor, else the mobs WILL cut your balls off and even though the mob is wrong, you have no one else to blame - Case in point - Manhunt 2 the game.&lt;br /&gt;And the losers who claim Manhunt is a cause of violence and was found on the scene of a 18yr old killing a 14 yr old kid, The 14 yr old VICTIM played the game, not the killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya back to the cribbing.&lt;br /&gt;Rickshaw guys with meters who negotiate&lt;br /&gt;People who litter / piss / spit on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait&lt;br /&gt;I think Ill stop right here, Im sure this is the worst I have ever written, but I just cant stand stupidity. I think our species is turning dumber and we are happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss??? For cattle maybe ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-1026935256542028795?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/1026935256542028795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=1026935256542028795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1026935256542028795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1026935256542028795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-that-annoy-me.html' title='Things that annoy me'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-1475217072051278212</id><published>2007-06-22T10:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:40:52.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Down and Out</title><content type='html'>I got a fever and cold and am feeling sick today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I had first gone to grad school, I din know anyone and I had fallen pretty ill. There were these bunch of people who I din know who helped me with medicines, jackets, sheets, lime juice, food and what not. Strangely, they did not even expect anything in return and I definitely cudnt do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never forget what they did when I needed it the most. Glad to have friends like them. Proud to be friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why we dont say this often enough to our best friends, but we never do it enough. We love them (in a very platonic way) and will always be there for them, Tomorrow or 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be down, but will never be out, thanks to them morons ... and the doc's medications of course ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-1475217072051278212?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/1475217072051278212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=1475217072051278212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1475217072051278212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1475217072051278212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/down-and-out.html' title='Down and Out'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6134907513693896278</id><published>2007-06-21T09:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:10:36.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lappi went down</title><content type='html'>My laptop went down ... again&lt;br /&gt;Im really starting to get pissed off at HP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only saving grace is theyve given me a new motherboard with a sexy gfx card but it drains more battery. Who cares :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the urge to keep connected meant that my fone was now draining battery almost 3 times faster. More music, more movies, more browsing. Poor baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly life went on without a hitch, I went partyin too often and have turned out quite happy for it all. Found to time to flirt with a nice, hot lady and to return her subtle advances with my own not so subtle style :) Hey!!! It works &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okk, back to the topic. So nevertheless life went on peacefully, except for work which went haywire and i was beggin everyone for a laptop and doin scraps of work with the rest on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it never happens again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6134907513693896278?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6134907513693896278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6134907513693896278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6134907513693896278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6134907513693896278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/lappi-went-down.html' title='Lappi went down'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6345132544665646533</id><published>2007-06-15T17:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:28:08.795+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Life</title><content type='html'>I like a simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is being an ass, tell them so.&lt;br /&gt;If someone is being nice, say thanks, even though it may not be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;If I need something, ask for it nicely.&lt;br /&gt;If I like food, I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;If I want to stay healthy, I exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want an opinion, Ill ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;If someone is giving their's anyway, Ill listen and then choose what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life simple.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how I messed it up so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6345132544665646533?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6345132544665646533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6345132544665646533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6345132544665646533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6345132544665646533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/simple-life.html' title='The Simple Life'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-663541075702501672</id><published>2007-06-12T21:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:50:27.422+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of free time&lt;br /&gt;So i wrote this fkin rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;It shud be about a topic&lt;br /&gt;But i din kno which one to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went on rambling&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts in my head scrambling,&lt;br /&gt;For a structure called verse&lt;br /&gt;Coz to ordinariness im averse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a lot will see this coming&lt;br /&gt;"He always does this fkin damn thing",&lt;br /&gt;There's really no good reason why,&lt;br /&gt;To blog in poetry i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to feel the juices flow&lt;br /&gt;Gets me up high from my low,&lt;br /&gt;A creative person, No im not&lt;br /&gt;I am lucid in my thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is not to reason and whine&lt;br /&gt;The voices in my head pen this line,&lt;br /&gt;I finally decide to end this pain&lt;br /&gt;Cya wen I blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-663541075702501672?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/663541075702501672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=663541075702501672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/663541075702501672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/663541075702501672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-1367712853636679644</id><published>2007-06-11T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:00:07.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Workaholics</title><content type='html'>Alcoholics - Drink to escape their troubles in life&lt;br /&gt;Drugaholics - Use drugs to ...&lt;br /&gt;Chocoholics - Get high on chocs, use chocs to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workaholics? - ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so. Some of us work for a living. Some do it coz its needed. Some do it coz we like it.&lt;br /&gt;But if we are workaholics, then its no different from any other addiction. Tell a workaholic that they behave so and the first words out of their mouth, as with any other addiction, are denial!!! Nooooooooo!!! Not me, I love working.&lt;br /&gt;So do I, But I finish my work in time. Some sadistic morons sometimes overload it all, but otherwise I give myself enough space from my own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has to find that balance. I mean we need to work to live, but we need to eat to live too. Love work, Love eating too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusnt mean i do so much of either that one hurts themselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-1367712853636679644?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/1367712853636679644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=1367712853636679644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1367712853636679644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1367712853636679644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/workaholics.html' title='Workaholics'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-4125974970668671379</id><published>2007-06-10T19:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:05:04.049+05:30</updated><title type='text'>History of the World</title><content type='html'>Man is born,&lt;br /&gt;He pollutes the world,&lt;br /&gt;He wants to leave his mark, so he pisses sumwer,&lt;br /&gt;He dies, His spawn repeats his ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time immemorial, our desire to stay immortal has pushed us to create the something that the world will never forget us for. But does it make us happy? Not all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why do we run around so much so hard??? Is it so that when we can finally have some fun we can afford it?&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it simpler to have fun doin whatever u r doin and do whateva u have fun doin?&lt;br /&gt;That makes daily routines so much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Plus u dun have to piss sumwer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i am not drunk while posting this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-4125974970668671379?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/4125974970668671379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=4125974970668671379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4125974970668671379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4125974970668671379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/history-of-world.html' title='History of the World'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6408004575561104053</id><published>2007-06-08T00:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:15:02.432+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ocean's Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/RmhZH_7X6TI/AAAAAAAAADE/qocETfCSxpA/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/RmhZH_7X6TI/AAAAAAAAADE/qocETfCSxpA/s400/DSC00382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073402974187284786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/Documents%20and%20Settings/ADIL.PEREIRA/My%20Documents/Bluetooth%20Exchange%20Folder/DSC00382.JPG" alt="" /&gt;Just saw a pre screener of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Quite slick, way better than O12.&lt;br /&gt;Plus i saw a pre screener :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEheheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;But it wasnt just the screener, it was the company, the need for entertainment and the perfect outlet (free popcorn) to help the mood.&lt;br /&gt;I think i was in heaven and just came back to earth. After a couple of drinks, a nice fabulous dinner and some more loud music, i think im ready to call it a day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6408004575561104053?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6408004575561104053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6408004575561104053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6408004575561104053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6408004575561104053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/oceans-thirteen.html' title='Ocean&apos;s Thirteen'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/RmhZH_7X6TI/AAAAAAAAADE/qocETfCSxpA/s72-c/DSC00382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-3189044197696122753</id><published>2007-06-07T15:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T16:01:03.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Art and Science</title><content type='html'>Whats and art and whats a science?&lt;br /&gt;If both had peer review, would science be any different from art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science provides daily miracles - Electricity, Exotic fresh foods, Runnin water to wash ma filthy self. Art appeals to the mind. Irrespective of what form it is in. Sounds, Sights, Smells, Tastes, Feels - all are real nice to the senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But art is about what one cannot sense but still feels. Dont know if I am making any sense, but its wat i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Science is more about communicating it in a structured logical way. While art requires no explanation, science is a little more drawn out, a little more thought than sensed. But both require intense passion from their practitioners. And they arent all that different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-3189044197696122753?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/3189044197696122753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=3189044197696122753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3189044197696122753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3189044197696122753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/art-and-science.html' title='Art and Science'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-1843391134131185142</id><published>2007-06-06T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:35:16.709+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on fairy tales</title><content type='html'>I was reading a lot of kids novels - original unabridged versions.&lt;br /&gt;BTW i dun read harry potter, so dun even try!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Wonderland reminded me of a LSD user on a trip. Seeing people in the real world as their fairy tale caricatures and imaginary kings and queens of imaginary kingdoms, with things that appear and disappear magically.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like Brer Rabbit really had me up in stitches coz the dude is just frikkin evil!!!&lt;br /&gt;Graduating to comics, i really hated superman, coz he is the only superhero whos secret identity is a normal human being. He sounds more human to me than the others!!!&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is coz most people wear a mask that makes them look normal.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then i moved to "Illustrated Novels" ... a fancy word for comics with a deep story line, lots of gore and nudity. Just like crappy novels.&lt;br /&gt;Still it was fun  going on that trip and remembering the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, but whem i read them now the perspective is so different that i feel like i was a different person back then. Then i remembered, I am a different person now. A lot more of an a$$hole and a lot more cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-1843391134131185142?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/1843391134131185142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=1843391134131185142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1843391134131185142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1843391134131185142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts-on-fairy-tales.html' title='Thoughts on fairy tales'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-4514372005755641320</id><published>2007-06-04T11:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:08:50.945+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to back blogging</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, Too much of something is a good thing. Blogs included.&lt;br /&gt;Other things which are great in excess - Liquor, Smokes, Substances, Chocolates, Food, Pleasures, stupidity, games, mindless entertainment, hot chicks, lists, ...&lt;br /&gt;ummm&lt;br /&gt;maybe not&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes my mind just gets really fired up and wants to show something for it.&lt;br /&gt;And voila, up comes a blog post. As i was posting my previous entry i got some flak for not updating in a long time. Not that it really affected me, but it was funny that someone actually reads it. It feels nice. Its like a public conversation for me, where different states of my mind at a point of time are captured.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about movies music games friends idiots randomness life are all saved as one giant chopsuey. And most people go through the same experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the differences are more about how we each take them upon ourselves and come out stronger and taller from each event. Heres to hoping we each find our way. And if i dun like u, i hope ur road is different from mine :P&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-4514372005755641320?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/4514372005755641320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=4514372005755641320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4514372005755641320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4514372005755641320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-back-blogging.html' title='Back to back blogging'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7004145992570056813</id><published>2007-06-04T11:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:27:18.977+05:30</updated><title type='text'>City life</title><content type='html'>Usually lived in cities. Always been a city boy. The simple life is for me. Cars, Urban entertainment, loads of stupid toys and people, Lots of people all around.&lt;br /&gt;I like cities. The huge number of people, like trees offer me comfort. Its easy to tune out and be yourself coz no one else wants to notice you. And if they do, its kinda scary at times.&lt;br /&gt;Survival of the fittest is not a truth. It is survival of those who can survive social situations. I hate it when people are not themselves. Everyone behaves differently in different conditions. But being true to oneself is what makes us us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i likes that.&lt;br /&gt;I like people who are who they are and arent apologetic about it. It dusnt mean they are perfect or even any good at all. But they are themselves and they will change only for themselves. Thats a damn good person to know. Few people like that in the world. Few people like that in cities. Hope I keep meeting some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else life is too boring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7004145992570056813?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7004145992570056813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7004145992570056813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7004145992570056813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7004145992570056813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/06/city-life.html' title='City life'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-5614797208387537163</id><published>2007-05-14T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:10:19.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zen and the art of doing ... Nothing</title><content type='html'>It takes a true artist to appear extremely busy, while doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;The art of typing furiously against a keyboard, reading out numbers aloud, while all the time actually playin Minesweeper / Solitaire / 21 or chatting / scrapping / junk mailing on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the chat messengers as they keep ppl in touch when its needed and it is really cheap as well (in more than one sense). Personally not the biggest fan of smses which seem to play the same role for mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every law there has to be an exception. I believe that there are converses as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every 100,000 ppl appearing busy doin nothing, there is 1 person who appears to do nothing while getting everything done. I love that coz it gives a lot of time to do what really matters and cuts down the crap I need to tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;But most ppl prefer if others "appear" busy rather than just get the job done and go home, especially Indians (my experience is limited).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is because:&lt;br /&gt;1. They have no social life&lt;br /&gt;2. Their homes suck&lt;br /&gt;3. There are no friends calling them and cursing them for working so late&lt;br /&gt;4. Their bosses are asses who call at weird times and believe in donkeys being the best workers (note the irony)&lt;br /&gt;etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;When doing nothing, I want to look like im doing nothing. And do nothing. And do it really well too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-5614797208387537163?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/5614797208387537163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=5614797208387537163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5614797208387537163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5614797208387537163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/05/zen-and-art-of-doing-nothing.html' title='Zen and the art of doing ... Nothing'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7601465134091973624</id><published>2007-05-09T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:22:33.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am unique ... just like everybody else</title><content type='html'>Which way did I read that?&lt;br /&gt;That Everyone is unique and I am too.&lt;br /&gt;or      Everyone trying to be unique is actually quite ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the second opinion.&lt;br /&gt;People try too hard to be unique. I dont really mind if 2 billion other ppl do the same things as me. I just dun like it if they act like they do the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may all do the same thing, but not for the same reason and i like it that way. Else we are just robots of social conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe society attempts to mould us into one statue, Our desire to break that mould makes us the exact opposite statue sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that my personality allow me to tell people who piss me off to piss off :) Its rude, so what, my life isnt that long to bear nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im unique, maybe im not, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats wat makes me unique, or not, still who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me, i luv myself as i am :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7601465134091973624?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7601465134091973624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7601465134091973624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7601465134091973624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7601465134091973624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-unique-just-like-everybody-else.html' title='I am unique ... just like everybody else'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7086408635572855747</id><published>2007-04-25T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:37:28.308+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Talking a lot but saying nothing</title><content type='html'>How does one manage to go on and on, without saying a single meaningful thing in an entire conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that there are people who have this skill, but the unbelievable part is that it is actually appreciated. The use of words and sentences to disguise true intent, in order to grease the wheels is actually appreciated. I hate lying and dislike distortions of the truth even more.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing that so many people can make a profession out of it. I hate it even more when I encounter these people, because i DO NOT enjoy talking to them at all. There is no conversation, just one ong monologue, broken up by my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an interesting thing though, because I keep trying to read the real intent behind it and its an amusing cat and mouse game, im the mouse btw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer silence to mindless banter, some see it as snobby some see it as introverted, others just dont get it. I dont really care. My life is too short to deal with idiots 24x7 and i have better things to waste time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo look, i did wat i was talking about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7086408635572855747?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7086408635572855747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7086408635572855747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7086408635572855747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7086408635572855747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/04/talking-lot-but-saying-nothing.html' title='Talking a lot but saying nothing'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6606609059726424993</id><published>2007-04-25T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:52:24.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cant believe i took this long with so much matter!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Workaholic - Yes&lt;br /&gt;Lazy bum - Check&lt;br /&gt;Spouting meaningless wisdom (?!!!) - Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ingredients to making a good blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this amazing video blog the other day, where a guy was giving out free hugs to total strangers. Now if it was a girl id prob go hug her shamelessly.&lt;br /&gt;But when i think about it, a lot of people need a hug, sometimes coz theyre tired of their day, their life, their "family", "friends" and God alone knows what else. But the utterly human and physical means of communicating "I care" genuinely reaches out and helps these people.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this some other moron with a lot of free phone minutes, posted his phone number, telling anyone who needed to talk, that he was available all over the weekend. Ppl called, in their hundreds. He called them back and spent most of his free minutes and some. Was up all weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely even in this hugely connected world, we are all alone. Not because no one is there, but because I do not want anyone near. I want to be invincible, which means i can have no weaknesses, which cant be seen if no one is close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I am only human, but i wont give out free hugs!!! U need to give me sum chai or coffee in return for it :P Yup i can take a call, but ill also create some entertainment for myself in the bargain ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not as selfless as these bums, but u buggers shud be. After all our friends need us and we need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Anyone throwing rotten fruit at this post or writing negative comments needs a big hug. Ill kick u in the stomach and one of the others can give it to ya &gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6606609059726424993?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6606609059726424993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6606609059726424993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6606609059726424993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6606609059726424993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-believe-i-took-this-long-with-so.html' title='Cant believe i took this long with so much matter!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-5442108262273038861</id><published>2007-04-12T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:54:22.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too much work = Workaholic</title><content type='html'>I always battle hard not to over exert myself working.&lt;br /&gt;But in the last 3 weeks or so, i havent found time to do anything i want other than work.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i still go out once a week or so, but thats after a nice long 14 hour day and some crazy travel thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having fun doin it all so not feeling so bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would i do if i wasnt working?&lt;br /&gt;Prob break into a bank and steal lot of moolah &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good that im not vela :D Ud lose some of ur savings otherwise ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-5442108262273038861?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/5442108262273038861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=5442108262273038861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5442108262273038861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5442108262273038861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-much-work-workaholic.html' title='Too much work = Workaholic'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-507534980080838610</id><published>2007-04-02T00:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:30:39.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>This movie is incredibly racist and erronous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW FAB MOVIE!!! Must seee!!! Must praise!!! Must be a guy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing part of the movie is how each side believes that they are right and they are the world's One Hope For Justice. Sounds like some countries I know. Both employ slaves, but its ok for one and not for the other. Asians are "hordes" of Barbarians, esp considering they had only 3000 years of civilization behind them, while the greeks had about 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the amazing cruelty and stupidity that is war is evident in the movie, since someone  else causes it, someone else bears the brunt, and yet another group enjoy the fruits of that effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300  -  See it :) IN A THEATRE U PIRATE GEEKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-507534980080838610?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/507534980080838610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=507534980080838610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/507534980080838610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/507534980080838610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/04/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-3803522812380967125</id><published>2007-03-23T10:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:38:47.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My alter ego</title><content type='html'>http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a gamer. Self professed. Maniacal.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get more of a life, but what they hey when I can spend some more of it playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this amazing comic, whose link i left above. Has a character called Ethan, almost scarily like him at times, most of the time. If you are a gamer you will get this, else you wont. Its simple, simply crazy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Read the comic, its worth the laughs. KILL CHEF OFF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-3803522812380967125?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/3803522812380967125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=3803522812380967125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3803522812380967125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3803522812380967125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-alter-ego.html' title='My alter ego'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-3635860885207830142</id><published>2007-03-22T09:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:21:13.708+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Evil One</title><content type='html'>The road to hell is paved with good intentions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duno where i read this and in what context. But I agree with it. From the intention to do good comes nearly every form of evil that is known. Strangely its nearly true. Atom bombs came from the simple intention of splitting the unsplittable. Bullets came from a need to defend oneself. So does everything if you sit and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible then that evil is not really in the objects but in the user and the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe so. We are all responsible for our actions. Even ones we commit unknowingly. Is the devil evil for tempting us or are we the fools to fall prey to him? Is he not doing God's own work by testing us and letting us fall and rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is probably no good and no evil, just whats inside of each of us. Heaven and hell are just places in my mind ;) Ask people who know me. Theyll agree the devil is in me &gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-3635860885207830142?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/3635860885207830142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=3635860885207830142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3635860885207830142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3635860885207830142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/evil-one.html' title='The Evil One'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6982486958027718684</id><published>2007-03-21T01:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:41:06.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>Long time since i blogged some thoughts, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it ok to lie to someone to make them feel better? What if i know the person really well and the false impression i gave them is corrected by a stranger. would that be better.&lt;br /&gt;What if i dont know the person, then they dont deserve lies or my pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no versions of the truth, just complete and incomplete parts of it. I hate lies because they serve no purpose other than to obscure the simplicity that is life. Pity and Guilt are emotions that cause lies and so i dont believe in either of them. Mercy neither. I am not God and I dont want to be God either. He has a burden on his hands and I like to live my life free. Free from slavery, free from lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a price to pay for every truth, just as a price must be paid for every lie.&lt;br /&gt;My question to you is ... What are you buying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6982486958027718684?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6982486958027718684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6982486958027718684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6982486958027718684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6982486958027718684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-1761606980245742328</id><published>2007-03-19T01:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:55:39.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Iron Maiden</title><content type='html'>The first metal act to play in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rocked for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you missed it you dun need to know about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya ... Suckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-1761606980245742328?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/1761606980245742328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=1761606980245742328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1761606980245742328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/1761606980245742328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/iron-maiden.html' title='Iron Maiden'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-8286315714732808781</id><published>2007-03-16T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:55:32.694+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slow Living</title><content type='html'>"In our age people lived past 100 years..." - Lost track of how many times ive heard this trite statement. Average life expectancy has gone up consistently over the last 100 years (excepting for wars and sometimes irrespective of that as well). Infant mortality is at its lowest in known human history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Is this living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being alive all there is to life? I really dont think just living and not dying is a great life. Neither is just getting married and having kids. Or just falling in and out of love, that has little or no effect on me. Or even academics, a great job or friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a life is lived when on my deathbed I am goin to think, theres nothing more I feel I have missed, no one more important to me I havent met, nothing i wanted to become that I havent already done. Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;But thats what I want to do. Live like each day is my last and squeeze every little bit of living out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been quite blessed and been travelling a lot recently. But I have only been bitching about how tiring and painful it is. Luckily I have also met loads of friends and had lots of fun travelling (not touristing) around the whole place and doin everything i want. Never know when I will get another chance and even if it will ever exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. This post sickens me. Its the worst crap ever spat out by my dysfunctional mind. I have just enjoyed th pace rocking from jet setting fast to lazy 1 hour breakfasts with nothing to fill the time but food and drink. I think thats the perfect life for me :) Work between the wasting moments of carnal pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-8286315714732808781?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/8286315714732808781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=8286315714732808781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/8286315714732808781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/8286315714732808781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/slow-living.html' title='Slow Living'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-5164430006223826069</id><published>2007-03-14T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:47:33.965+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Travel &amp; Living</title><content type='html'>Last 10 days I have actually been in a different city every day and it is reallly cutting into my sleep. Its really not all the fun its cracked up to be moving from place to place living out of a suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;Buttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;There are HUGE advantages to travelling :) I get to meet loads and loads of people I wouldnt / couldnt have met otherwise. Thats my greatest joy in life other than learnin new weird shit. Old buds being nostalgic and creating a new ruckus to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe Ya its true, Life can be weird sometimes. I like to believe im making the most of my life whenever i get the smallest chance. Ill fight for every minute I can get for stuff I want to do and never compromise on it :D&lt;br /&gt;Hey I live only once ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-5164430006223826069?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/5164430006223826069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=5164430006223826069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5164430006223826069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/5164430006223826069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/travel-living.html' title='Travel &amp; Living'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-3777163682167309151</id><published>2007-03-10T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:39:22.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rock On!!!</title><content type='html'>I love rock. Almost every form of it except rock ballads, and rock and roll (esp the wannabe types). The great part about rock music is that its not always about love. And the lyrics are well written. And the bands are marvelous at creating their own unique sound. and ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets just leave it that i love that shit ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden is cumin to India and Im all fkin kicked about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest bands of all times ... Now if only Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, Ozzy and Rob Zombie were to come down here, my life would be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music soothes the savage beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what im thinking is that you are a savage beast and I am thankful that there is music to soothe you, before you go postal on all our asses. Yea yea yea i know im now on 100 more deathlists, like i ever gave a fuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!!!!!!! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-3777163682167309151?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/3777163682167309151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=3777163682167309151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3777163682167309151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/3777163682167309151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/rock-on.html' title='Rock On!!!'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7065793995891725549</id><published>2007-03-08T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:50:55.424+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Work work Work</title><content type='html'>Why do we go to work?&lt;br /&gt;I goto work to be happy. Wait. Doesnt that mean I dont have a life?&lt;br /&gt;I goto work to make money. Then i should take up a crappier sloggier job than my present one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the solution is making money in a way that keeps me happy. I like something that exercises my mind and doesnt let it get too evil ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like living my life between hedonism and spiritualism where my humanity lies&lt;br /&gt;Sad commentary on a sad ass life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7065793995891725549?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7065793995891725549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7065793995891725549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7065793995891725549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7065793995891725549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/work-work-work.html' title='Work work Work'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-8832407349172305465</id><published>2007-03-03T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:28:46.977+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, One of my closest friends passed away. I could not believe it. It wouldnt sink in. He was as old as me, and we had studied and worked together for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he will no longer be around in body. Hard to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember many moments we spent together, arguing partying doin things ppl do together. Discussing and debating, dancin like drunks. It was a great time, No it will always be a great time. My friend will never die in my heart, he will always be there as a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and your family my man. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-8832407349172305465?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/8832407349172305465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=8832407349172305465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/8832407349172305465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/8832407349172305465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7301843146844139497</id><published>2007-03-02T13:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:51:49.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Foooddddd</title><content type='html'>Im real hungry rite now waiting for my kathi rolls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wats there to do but write about one of my most favorite things to do ... Foood!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I love all of food:&lt;br /&gt;From Moms home cooked super meals, to roadside chaat, to ready to eat stuff that tastes delicious. I just love everything that gives me a feeling of satisfaction after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate dieting and counting calories and even more so feeling guilty about them. Ok too much fat is bad, but fat tastes so good and is sooo satisfying. Same with all the other boogeyman foods - Sugar, milk, chocos, salt, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the DONT EAT THIS list is longer than i can care to remember. Fruits are a permanantly healthy option, but chocolates taste great too :P Chicken is fabulous, but meat is even  more divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im drooling and salivating to glory over here thanks to this stupid post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll wala has come ... Cya&lt;br /&gt;Happy eating :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-7301843146844139497?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7301843146844139497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7301843146844139497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7301843146844139497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7301843146844139497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/foooddddd.html' title='Foooddddd'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-7920779677364399369</id><published>2007-03-01T17:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:47:17.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dance like no ones watching</title><content type='html'>Its great fun to express yourself in the strangest of ways and one of them is i guess dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strict formal dances like classical&lt;br /&gt;Crazy irregular gyrations like krunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it an expression of the mind through the body or just some electrical discharge like dreams :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the only thing i know about dance is that i should have fun and the others dancin shud have fun too. The rest doesnt really matter at all&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/32775197-7920779677364399369?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/7920779677364399369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=7920779677364399369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7920779677364399369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/7920779677364399369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/03/dance-like-no-ones-watching.html' title='Dance like no ones watching'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6584868686162631975</id><published>2007-02-28T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:44:21.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wassup Doc :)</title><content type='html'>Im getting major dental work done on me by my mental dentist. Lots of teeth goin, drillin and wat not :D All in pursuit of a better smile!!! Naaaa Its just so that i can continue hoggin happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange that doctors (not dentists) can actually cure only some 20 to 25 diseases directly and the rest are educated guesses. This is inspite of the years of training and research and the low mortality rates (Thank goodness) of patients. So what is it that really helps us heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is going to a doctor so helpful that the medicines somehow become more powerful (or dont even matter in the first place) unless its a major procedure. Is our mind really that powerful? Id like to think so ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this family doc of ours, who gives the same pink colored syrup, white,pink,blue and yellow pills no matter what your problem is. And it always goes away.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy na !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres to the millions of practising out there to save the billions :) Cheers to our health and not just lack of illness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6584868686162631975?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6584868686162631975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6584868686162631975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6584868686162631975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6584868686162631975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/02/wassup-doc.html' title='Wassup Doc :)'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-4471311823596080593</id><published>2007-02-25T22:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:15:05.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Power to the People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJb_YifDsI/AAAAAAAAACE/mnUBlD278Jo/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJb_YifDsI/AAAAAAAAACE/mnUBlD278Jo/s400/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035688477830614722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJb_4ifDtI/AAAAAAAAACM/CD_ZR3fvKrk/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJb_4ifDtI/AAAAAAAAACM/CD_ZR3fvKrk/s400/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035688486420549330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJcD4ifDuI/AAAAAAAAACU/XIou_R4Bxss/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJcD4ifDuI/AAAAAAAAACU/XIou_R4Bxss/s400/DSC00308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035688555140026082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJcEYifDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/XeAItblQC_s/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJcEYifDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/XeAItblQC_s/s400/DSC00310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035688563729960690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReHJEYifDlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/B9PZJb6sAR4/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReHJEYifDlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/B9PZJb6sAR4/s400/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035526935520677458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the mall today watching a movie in Bombay. Maharashtra is facing a power crisis and so is Bombay. And there a few suburbs have to face power cuts for 4 hours while the rest of the city enjoys electricity uninterrupted. Today atleast everyone had to feel for an hour what my lil area goes through every single day and im sure it wont change things a bit (coz ppl have weak memories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie I was watching got cut out half way through (during the interval). Which in retrospect was good since the second half of the movie allegedly sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing that the movie hall patrons returned our money !!! (Bless u R Adlabs - Mulund, I love you for your fairplay) Then we went out into the mall to see hordes of ppl resigned to their fate (remember mulund sees atleast 3 hours of powercuts daily for the last 4 months) just standing around like cattle. There was the "DO&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJb_IifDrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mnDnwINOVNo/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJb_IifDrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mnDnwINOVNo/s400/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035688473535647410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOT WALK ON THE ESCALATOR THAT DOES NOT WORK" stage. I used the parking stairs, avoiding the crowd and irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the sale that i missed at Spykar's )#*(&amp;$(@ *#^% *^%*(# @^%(#@^_#@*&amp;amp;%_ )#*^%  (@# %^@&amp;%.  There was this amazing planet M store with nearly no lights but ppl browsing thru it - Planet M - The music store of the universe - A very dark place in Mulund :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is even though a large number of people experienced what kids studyin for their exams, oldies findin it too hot, women cooking in overheated and unventilated kitchens in mulund feel daily, felt for just one day, They still will not share the load and hit the Middle class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I dont pay taxes or pay my electricity bill, or mebbe am just fodder for load shedding. Load shed every part of the city uniformly else dont load shed. Those are the only 2 real c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJbQIifDqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z-gpZ8UEdao/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJbQIifDqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z-gpZ8UEdao/s400/DSC00312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035687666081795746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hoices. Everything else is crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-4471311823596080593?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/4471311823596080593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=4471311823596080593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4471311823596080593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/4471311823596080593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/02/power-to-people_25.html' title='Power to the People'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvVtcUuOoSk/ReJb_YifDsI/AAAAAAAAACE/mnUBlD278Jo/s72-c/DSC00301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-6879474336971925914</id><published>2007-02-15T18:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:21:01.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Unbearable Simplicity of being me</title><content type='html'>I am a bigot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting that, I attempt to correct it by not judging and rarely fail.&lt;br /&gt;It makes life interesting becoz others see me as impartial or helpful in a distant kind of way, when in reality I am really trying to damp down my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was so distant, why would I care or try to help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, It is fun to have someone see right through me and tell me otherwise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its human. I love, I hate. Sometimes i just dont give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy V day to the lovers out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-6879474336971925914?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/6879474336971925914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=6879474336971925914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6879474336971925914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/6879474336971925914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/02/unbearable-simplicity-of-being-me.html' title='The Unbearable Simplicity of being me'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-2786559150583019973</id><published>2007-02-06T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:20:42.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am i dense</title><content type='html'>I was contemplating about how bad a person I am when I was told that I am really hard to understand and that I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised because I always thought I am a rather  simple person and I dont really wear masks. But then maybe the very fact that I consciously do not want to wear a mask makes people feel I am insincere. Strange, but possibly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never know. I can not change. I do not want to change being me. If I am a block of lead, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Im not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-2786559150583019973?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/2786559150583019973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=2786559150583019973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/2786559150583019973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/2786559150583019973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-i-dense.html' title='Am i dense'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-9165916953577790931</id><published>2007-02-01T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:36:20.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Baby did a bad thang</title><content type='html'>I did something bad, very bad. By most other people's measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think it was bad at all. In fact it rocked :) and i was smiling like a moron. Could it be a mistake? I dont know. Does it mean a lot? I still dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I blogging this??? This is the first private incident that I have ever blogged publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turmoil I am facing is: Should I use other people morals to measure what I did OR Should I use my own lack of the same to measure up. Clearly it takes 2 people to play their parts in doing their thing and I most clearly played my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent slept in 30 hours and am blogging - I must be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby had a great time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-9165916953577790931?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/9165916953577790931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=9165916953577790931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/9165916953577790931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/9165916953577790931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/02/baby-did-bad-thang.html' title='Baby did a bad thang'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116936978211994754</id><published>2007-01-21T14:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:26:22.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drinkin and Driving</title><content type='html'>Yest i got drunk and drove a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I realised it was too dangerous (I drove out of the parking lot and right back in) and paid the watchman to take care of  our car and took rickshaws back home.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy a few drinks with good company, but it is quite irresponsible to drink and drive. The most a rickshaw ride could cost is less than that of a couple of large drinks and is safer. Still glad i did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if smoking and driving is bad. Since doing anything + driving is dangerous (cell fones, drinking, gettin high on grass, hash, meth ... , having services performed ...) I think that list is too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate  driving and usually would prefer having a driver just so that i dont have to drive myself. I can sleep, read, talk on the fone, do wateva the fu(k i want without any hassles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN DRINK N DRIVE. U MITE spill some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116936978211994754?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116936978211994754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116936978211994754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116936978211994754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116936978211994754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/01/drinkin-and-driving.html' title='Drinkin and Driving'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116827632931595419</id><published>2007-01-08T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:42:09.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends lost ???</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends left town a few days ago. Some were less than 3 months old (as friends u ass). Some were more than 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss them...&lt;br /&gt;Yes and No&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes and All the time&lt;br /&gt;Never and Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are hard to find and even harder to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am as lucky in the future as i have been in the past with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, whoever u are, u know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont fkin read my blog to try to embarass me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116827632931595419?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116827632931595419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116827632931595419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116827632931595419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116827632931595419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends-lost.html' title='Friends lost ???'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116651749654395526</id><published>2006-12-19T13:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:08:16.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Xmas</title><content type='html'>Silent Night, Holy night,&lt;br /&gt;All is calm, all is bright,&lt;br /&gt;I am so dumb, I have no insight,&lt;br /&gt;the world's my ring, i want to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is fun coz its my moms bday too and i always spend it at home (except once). Its great to see relatives i rarely meet and they also make the effort to meet us then.&lt;br /&gt;Sweets and cake and shouting about what bad kids we are :P&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Nice fun to see the world is one big bday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good cheer to all of you this Xmas. May God bless u with what you need and give you strength to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Yuletide cheer to yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116651749654395526?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116651749654395526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116651749654395526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116651749654395526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116651749654395526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116633377453072275</id><published>2006-12-17T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:06:14.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Old man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5631/3587/1600/618860/DP%20Pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5631/3587/320/938923/DP%20Pass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting thingy here on the side.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can afford tickets and I choose to go to a concert of oldies for oldies. Neva came to know how time ran by and I enjoyed every minute of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making plans for new years and giving galis to someone who was screwing it up. But then I realised i would have more fun hanging out with my old pals than by partying out with a bunch of asses i dont even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows ... Maybe the title is apt after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116633377453072275?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116633377453072275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116633377453072275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116633377453072275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116633377453072275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/12/old-man.html' title='Old man'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116575199614457753</id><published>2006-12-10T17:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:29:56.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Piddhu the great</title><content type='html'>I really hate cricket. I hate the politics behind it. And the fact that they are worshipped in India. On top of that they suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars get into politics with no understanding of economics or economic policy or implications of their decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whos dumber&lt;br /&gt;- Them for getting there.&lt;br /&gt;- Us for letting them get there&lt;br /&gt;- Us for letting them get away with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116575199614457753?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116575199614457753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116575199614457753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116575199614457753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116575199614457753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/12/piddhu-great.html' title='Piddhu the great'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116522402793967486</id><published>2006-12-04T14:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:50:27.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Turtles</title><content type='html'>The other day i went to play with 2 turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are very funny turtles and are always entertaining.  They love each others company and are very happy with each other. Its fun to see them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets call one turtle MAD turtle :) and the other one CUTE turtle ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now CUTE turtle is going to learn how to swim so that MAD turtle can come along too.&lt;br /&gt;But first MAD and CUTE will be seperate for sometime. But seeing them im sure that they will get over this and have fun in the pond together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny turtles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116522402793967486?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116522402793967486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116522402793967486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116522402793967486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116522402793967486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/12/turtles.html' title='Turtles'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116522352800138017</id><published>2006-12-04T14:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:42:08.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Work is a strange entity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work so that we can LIVE&lt;br /&gt;But usually we try to find something that we like to do&lt;br /&gt;In that case we end up living to WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the solution to this riddle?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should stop lying to ourselves and decide whether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Live to WORK&lt;br /&gt;2. Work to LIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the choices that are necessary for our goals&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule: Measure myself by my own standards and no on elses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116522352800138017?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116522352800138017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116522352800138017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116522352800138017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116522352800138017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/12/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116232064626815000</id><published>2006-11-01T00:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:20:46.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changing Change</title><content type='html'>The other day I saw a man who refused to change - It was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;He stood by what he believed and fought for it. Not realizing that what he fought for and how he fought were all outdated and not relevant anymore. He had forgotten to learn and unlearn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that changes is life is everything ... constant&lt;br /&gt;The only thing constant in life is change ... everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change you change friends change parents change kids change siblings change loves change the world changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so i thought ...&lt;br /&gt;The more things change, the more they stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old shit. Same old prejudice. Same old stupidity. Same old incompetence. Same old ignorance. Same old arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats when it struck me ... I was looking at a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;The mirror was life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I saw life was what I made of it or rather what I think of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116232064626815000?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116232064626815000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116232064626815000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116232064626815000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116232064626815000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/10/changing-change.html' title='Changing Change'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116107862343468840</id><published>2006-10-17T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:20:23.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Video Game Voilence</title><content type='html'>Voilent video games kill people!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wat a surprise&lt;br /&gt;In a voilent video game things always die, usually virtually :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the hulabaloo made over how virtual voilence kills people.&lt;br /&gt;Every decade its something new.&lt;br /&gt;First voilent books (hey ones without pictures, im not kidding !!! )&lt;br /&gt;Then voilent comic books&lt;br /&gt;Then voilent movies&lt;br /&gt;Then voilent TV&lt;br /&gt;Then voilent videos games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Lets see&lt;br /&gt;How about blaming games which use voilent devices:&lt;br /&gt;Paintball (as good as a gun)&lt;br /&gt;Skeet Shooting (the kind u do in fairs) - Its a gun aint it and its improving ur aim for all thos b#!*&amp;@($ u r goin to kill&lt;br /&gt;Cricket - Ever hit someone with a ball or a bat.&lt;br /&gt;Footbal - Studs are dangerous accesories.&lt;br /&gt;Marbles - can take out an eye or be swallowed&lt;br /&gt;Cycle - can run over or into people&lt;br /&gt;Pencil - can be used to stab people&lt;br /&gt;Sharpener - can use the blade as a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute - If im randomly listing things and finding a way to maim or kill people with everything, perhaps, just maybe the problem isnt with the thing, but with the consumer who uses it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is porn a problem or the people who use it. What is the root cause. people or porn.&lt;br /&gt;I duna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want the freedom to choose. If I am stupid so be it. If I am smart thats my choice. All anyone can do is make it illegal, they cant stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like freedom to choose and part of that freedom means allowing people to choose as well. Sometimes one infringes the other. That should be left to self censorship because its the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it illegal to sell voilent games to minors or have stricter controls on gaming.&lt;br /&gt;On no account tell the publisher to stop a game, coz all u did is give it some more free publicity and attract some more moronic 7 to 17 year olds towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone very wise once said.&lt;br /&gt;A burnt book burns bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: That was me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116107862343468840?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116107862343468840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116107862343468840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116107862343468840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116107862343468840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/10/video-game-voilence.html' title='Video Game Voilence'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-116033867017423284</id><published>2006-10-09T01:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:47:50.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Buddayssssssssss</title><content type='html'>Im so happy im another year older.&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy that my friends came over&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy that we got to sing&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy that we got to drink :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy that people called to show they care&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy I could dance in my underwear :)&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy that my friends are truly friends&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy that i dun care this dusnt rhyme :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my bday was over over 2 weeks ago but i really really wanted to write this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-116033867017423284?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/116033867017423284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=116033867017423284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116033867017423284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/116033867017423284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/10/buddayssssssssss.html' title='Buddayssssssssss'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115884903639077309</id><published>2006-09-21T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:00:36.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats in a life</title><content type='html'>What is life.  Hmmmm.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the weekends we long for to get wasted. Or hangout to do the most productive things we could do. Or is it the crap we tolerate throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said :&lt;br /&gt;Life is about the moments between the things we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what that means. Do I even know what life is then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i hate people who know it all, coz usually they act it :P Still I wanna be alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is that the same as living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMmmmm... Well My blog so MY VIEW :P hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;I love living every moment of my life ... good or bad it all adds up bit by bit making me whom I am.&lt;br /&gt;I can pick and choose the moments and people i want to treasure but i cant choose whom i interact with or what the outcome of every situation, I can grow from everything that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun laugh :P&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115884903639077309?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115884903639077309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115884903639077309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115884903639077309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115884903639077309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-in-life.html' title='Whats in a life'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115875054263847959</id><published>2006-09-20T16:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:39:02.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to all the people helping me with my Nohari window</title><content type='html'>:( This is how i feel seeing my Nohari window or India being pummelled by the  WI&lt;br /&gt;:) This is how i feel seeing my Johari  window or the WI being pummelled by India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all in a days stupidity I say.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing that when I blog every couple of hours, I am a lot more emotional that I would be at the end of the day. Just read my last 3 posts and you will know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Johari and Nohari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised one thing, I am not as evil as I thought. I am worse &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I am not as good as people think I am :) But still happy to accept the niceties people are throwing my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a purgative feeling, being on a personal low, wasting 1 hour of corporate time on this nonsensical activity.&lt;br /&gt;But after all that, I was much more productive and I am going to work for an extra 30 mins to compensate :P I did say I was more productive didnt I ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still fun to see all the friends I get in touch with via this blog and I hope they will continue to read it to see what I have become &gt;:) Nooo Not The Devil :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115875054263847959?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115875054263847959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115875054263847959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115875054263847959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115875054263847959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-to-all-people-helping-me-with.html' title='Thanks to all the people helping me with my Nohari window'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115873711672908089</id><published>2006-09-20T12:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:55:16.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nohari Window</title><content type='html'>http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Adil+Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you truly annoyed by my last post, here is a new game for you to play.&lt;br /&gt;Guarantee you will love it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115873711672908089?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115873711672908089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115873711672908089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115873711672908089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115873711672908089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/09/nohari-window.html' title='Nohari Window'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115873397540682171</id><published>2006-09-20T11:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:09:48.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Johari Window</title><content type='html'>http://kevan.org/johari?view=Adil%20Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link to my Johari Window.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know wat it is here is a short description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to see the results and those interested can update them by adding their own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is that I do not know a lot of things about myself and it gives me great pleasure, coz i know i wont be bored discovering myself :)&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds almost lame, but its something I do not think is very easy&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the unknown who made this lame page and good (vella) friends like you I can know myself a little better ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now,&lt;br /&gt;Later posts are contingent on comments :P&lt;br /&gt;ASP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115873397540682171?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115873397540682171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115873397540682171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115873397540682171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115873397540682171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/09/johari-window.html' title='Johari Window'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115644658758378517</id><published>2006-08-25T00:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:39:49.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Internet :O</title><content type='html'>Oooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;The horror.&lt;br /&gt;Once a year I usually fall ill badly for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;A few days back my net was diconnected for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a place where I have none of my old friends and the few I have meet rather infrequently without my phone, computer and net connection, I would die. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you are laughing and others are sayin "Finally!!!"&lt;br /&gt;But I realised to what extent my social health depended on the digital connections I maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawal symptoms included reading a book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115644658758378517?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115644658758378517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115644658758378517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115644658758378517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115644658758378517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-internet-o.html' title='No Internet :O'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115622815545274858</id><published>2006-08-22T11:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:59:15.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I feel the need ...  The need to crib</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a couple of my friend who are all very happy and doing very well. They love their work and their lives and are all having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet all of us always crib about everything as if the worst that could have happened to us has happened and we are totally helpless in its grasp.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if this is because we would like to paint a "Im worse off than you " picture or because we are simply habituated to cribbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once told me, life is  what you make of it, Not whats given to you.&lt;br /&gt;So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the need for cribbing doesnt go away and thats where I love these blogs :)&lt;br /&gt;I can crib all I want and people will read these damn blogs as well and even agree - Oya, That bugs the $hyt out of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;I love blogging utterly useless thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115622815545274858?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115622815545274858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115622815545274858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115622815545274858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115622815545274858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-need-need-to-crib.html' title='I feel the need ...  The need to crib'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115609275341264915</id><published>2006-08-20T22:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:22:33.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Atlas Shrugged</title><content type='html'>I just read this book and it is one amazing read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either love it or hate it. There is no middle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a kid everything was black and white, everyone told me grow up, there are grays and all the shades in between.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I am never comfortable with that, Its room for indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in those grays there are the blacker grays and whiter grays and that is black and white to me. Ayn Rand simply manages to crystallize this thought beautifully (if verbosely) over the course of the entire book and expresses the beauty of how the body is just another tool for our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this book - A must read if you understand me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115609275341264915?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115609275341264915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115609275341264915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115609275341264915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115609275341264915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/atlas-shrugged.html' title='Atlas Shrugged'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115593007986463186</id><published>2006-08-19T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:11:19.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kanchan Krupa Klan</title><content type='html'>Ok Now a small blog about my building.&lt;br /&gt;No not the one I currently live in, the one I left back home in Bombay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the funniest people I know live/lived/hangout there. I will first go over people who dont actually reside in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Freeze: Ever since he picked up this name for himself his mind was frozen, or thats what he woudl liek you to think. General Freak and a party animal, this dude works for techtree.com and seems to be home more often than at work :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K1: Baddy and CS Player. Psycho is wat he calls himself and I second that motion. Always game for a game, chinese and jumbo pepsi (frozen sweet drinks) he is an addict of the first order to the aforementioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunu: Former resident and primo nutcase. She has a bad case of "Lucifer" and loves thinking of newer and better ways to insult people attempting to amuse herself. Its funny, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: My brother the dude, the enigma. DJ to all the music youve ever heard and never heard. Lover of all things electronic and chill out character (ask the hot chicas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers Ganatra: Prikso and Porus - Like two peas in a pod (of course the pod is the size of a rickshaw) These two behemoths are simply kind at heart souls and kind of simple of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sonic Sisters: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Eardrums flail when Melu, Baby Phat and Joey decide to have a shouting match and the street knows that something is up. Always accompanied by Blind Dog Bingo - No, The dog is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C men - Carl, Cifton, Calu : 3 really funny guys in really different ways and you really have to see them to believe what all they will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajeeva Bros: Chix and Bij are the coolest dudes in the building and are the life of any "party" happening. Real fun to be around and always looking for another leg to pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallu Rascals: Raju and Viju - The Mallu studs - What can I say about them that hasnt already been said. The shape of their transport machinery is always dubitable and indicative of what happened last night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: The Killer dentist is a walking encyclopedia of medical references and really loves his work. Major party animal and always looking to grow someones height for the purpose of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya,&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who make up the crazy place called Kanchan Krupa&lt;br /&gt;Its like an alternate twilight zone where logic and sense mean nothing and yet its the best place to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115593007986463186?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115593007986463186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115593007986463186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115593007986463186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115593007986463186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/kanchan-krupa-klan.html' title='Kanchan Krupa Klan'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115584515095146441</id><published>2006-08-18T01:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:55:57.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trivandrum</title><content type='html'>This place is more like a Big Town than a small city with the feel it gives off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny roads  that lead to god knows where and no real way of knowin if you are on the right path (Orthogonality be damned said the city planners). All navigation must be done from junction to junction if you ever desire to reach where you want to go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Time: 5am(Booze), 7am(Food), 8am(Ppl), 10pm(Biz)&lt;br /&gt;Close Time: 5pm (Biz), 7pm(Ppl), 10pm(Food), 11pm(Booze)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting???&lt;br /&gt;Try culture shock for me. Anyone who knows me will vouch that thats as far as it can possibly be reversed for me. I remember the times when I used to leave home at 11pm for a "walk" and come back at 230am. Dun worry I never did anything illegal, Immoral however I will not comment on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times aside, Malyalam is an interesting language, I will never master it. Im sure. Ive even started understanding Tamil and I am still not able to talk more than 2 sentences outside a shop in Malyalam. My brain must be reverse wired for this language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is fun. Being on the coast, it uses the same basic ingredients as any coastal culture would, with some major twists&lt;br /&gt;1. Coconut - Oil, Shredded, wateva - No wonder coconut prices can rule the newpaper headlines in Mallu Land.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bananas - Palam (L is RrrLll) - Please refer to above&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweet - Everything must be sweet - Half the peopl I know have SERIOUS weight issues/diabetes in some form&lt;br /&gt;4. Deep Fry - Foodies after all must have their indulgences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still all in all, for me it could be wayyy worse and I could be stuck in a place with terrible food. Like Chennai :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here are highly educated and lazy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;The population is mainly composed of retired people, kids and goverment employees.&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER: Everyone here is highly opinionated :) Do not voice your opinion, everyone will give you theirs and want to convince you that they are on the side of righteousness ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main crib is where are all the cute women :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the madness aside the place is lovely. I love the weather and the places. Seeing the Padmanabhaswamy temple, Kovalam Beach, Varkala Beach and the Shaded area with water and food stalls outside the Legislative Assembly (for the protestors should not face hardships after all) really make this place unique and give a feel that is like no other in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come experience God's Own Country and do drop by so that I may laugh heartily in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Chumps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115584515095146441?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115584515095146441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115584515095146441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115584515095146441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115584515095146441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/trivandrum.html' title='Trivandrum'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115580448713547200</id><published>2006-08-17T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-17T14:18:07.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why do I blog</title><content type='html'>Now ever since I started this blog people keep telling me good to see you blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have to clarify that this is my  PUBLIC Blog :)&lt;br /&gt;That means I have a private blog for myself&lt;br /&gt;It also means that I have joint blogs with a  few people &gt;:) Nope Im not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nonsense aside, I have never re read anything I blog so I was also wondering why is it that I blog?&lt;br /&gt;To me a blog is like a dump of my mind (no not a shyt dump but like a memory dump).&lt;br /&gt;To the non techies its like a state of my mind at the moment I decided to hit the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts seem to flow in a random fashion, refined into a thought train, refined to words and then down to this little thingamajing called the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it fun because people whove known me for a long time get a good laugh out of reading the crap I sometimes post. As I said I am a simple person. The reason I blog this blog is that it is purgative for me. I love hearing that someone read it and was inspired or that they felt the same thing but could not say it, because it helps me believe that I am normal. Yes I do believe that I am normal. No laughing here. Hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, YOU CHEAPSTERS READING MY BLOG!!! POST SOME COMMENTS !!!&lt;br /&gt;Stop treating this like free stuff you pirated off the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115580448713547200?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115580448713547200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115580448713547200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115580448713547200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115580448713547200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-do-i-blog.html' title='Why do I blog'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115573420733021213</id><published>2006-08-16T18:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:46:47.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the Run</title><content type='html'>I wonder which is more fun.&lt;br /&gt;OWNING GREAT GADGETS or PEOPLE ASKING YOU ABOUT THOSE GREAT GADGETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this Reliance Card provided by my impressively tech enabled company and it allows me to access the net . It works great and helps me stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real fun starts when i whip out my lappi in public to do a quick replicate or send some mail or spend some time analysing some data to make sum fun ideas show up. Its almost like showing up in a sports bike (though I have no first hand experience of that either, Jacka$$ friends wont let me ride their "babies")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO Is that the R-Connect card?&lt;br /&gt;Does it work?&lt;br /&gt;Hows does it work?&lt;br /&gt;How much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the equivalent of being seen with an ultra rare piece of desirable machinery that we all want but few have else it wudnt have any allure. BTW the ultra rare is more true than expensive beause I still have my NGage (the first "N series" fone from nokia) the only fone with no # to identify it and people still drool over it like its the N93 with the V3x form factor. Hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this kind of thing only reinforces the weirdo image that i have and that doesnt really trouble me.&lt;br /&gt;Still anyone with a really cool piece of hardware knows wat im talkin about and its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I love my Lappi and Ngage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\_|__    qO _Op     __|_/   to you who snickered &gt;: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/32775197-115573420733021213?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115573420733021213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115573420733021213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115573420733021213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115573420733021213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-on-run.html' title='Fun on the Run'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115571959617725976</id><published>2006-08-16T14:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:13:20.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>How many times do you start a sentence and someone else finishes it off for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make you an obvious person or does this mean you are open in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to have friends who care about me and though everyone has their own way of showing it its clear that if I need help, they will be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the family we choose and I am glad I have a few that are worth keeping ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if any of them reads this that I will be bombarded with nonsense, just as I would have done for them, but then again thats just acknowledging that we understand each other and that our friendships are implicit and need no justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo hommies and babes a shout out to all of yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you bug me, I swear I will make your life miserable :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115571959617725976?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115571959617725976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115571959617725976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115571959617725976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115571959617725976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115566713839203900</id><published>2006-08-15T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:23:26.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Time schedule of life: (Weekly approximation) - 168 hours&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: 53 hours&lt;br /&gt;Work: 50 hours&lt;br /&gt;Social Loafing: 12 hours&lt;br /&gt; Travel Time: 16 hours&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment (TV Music Movies Games): 10 hours&lt;br /&gt;Eating: 10 hours&lt;br /&gt;Phone time (personal): 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;Net Nonsense: 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;Unmentionables and Daily Maintainence: 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I sleep for most of my life :) Who doesnt love to sleep :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the activity that consumes the most time in my life is work.&lt;br /&gt;I wont dwell on the sensibility of spending most of my waking life on this one aspect.&lt;br /&gt;But I do love my work. I like what I do. Id hate it in any other company but I love it here. I love my company. Also because I have had such great bosses. I like working for my boss. He "coaches" me in every sense of the word and has soo much patience. I need to chill out more in my mind to be calm like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in sales and that is a different field for other people. Yes I have targets and I need to drive people to achieve a goal. But the way we do things is so different and yet so compelling that I am amazed that there is another way out there. This place is truly adding to me and few places can claim to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for P&amp;amp;G CBD and am currently Based in Trivandrum, Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is necessary to keep my mind in balance.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of it drives a mind to madness and a person to depravity. I like what I do and my hobbies are so wildy different from what I do that it makes it even more fun to do each of them. I like the people here and the like (as opposed to lack of unhappiness) is what makes me get up and goto work daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115566713839203900?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115566713839203900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115566713839203900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115566713839203900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115566713839203900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115565633361491766</id><published>2006-08-15T20:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:08:53.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Independance Day</title><content type='html'>I love being born free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country is free.&lt;br /&gt;Education (not studies) freed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Religion freed my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To different people freedom means different things.&lt;br /&gt;To me the ability to choose is all freedom is.&lt;br /&gt;Choose whether I want to eat meat or not, one religion over another, where I want to live, where I want to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake I love my country and its people. Indians save for a sense of hygiene are the most amazing people in the world. The depth and breadth of human cariety is so huge that it is like a world in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the apathy we exhibit though towards fellow humans and ever ourselves when it comes to political matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont dwell, but think about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poilticians will affect the next 20 years of our country that we will live even (even if we leave we will contend with it at sometime). Given that how can we be so lax and lazy when choosing them. Take a look and see who we have up on the pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moronic politicians serve people who deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;Both for us and certain other fundamentalist and near fundamentalist (notice i never said non democratic) nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I got preachy.&lt;br /&gt;Let me leave with one thought though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the undeucated masses are morons, politicians are no fools, they divide them and make sure that they have enough votes from them - EACH AND EVERY PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;So then how is it that an election is decided?&lt;br /&gt;By our decision - NOT ABOUT WHOM TO VOTE FOR - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT BY EXERCISING OUR VERY RIGHT, NO, DUTY, TO VOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday India&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115565633361491766?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115565633361491766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115565633361491766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115565633361491766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115565633361491766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/independance-day.html' title='Independance Day'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32775197.post-115565496808414069</id><published>2006-08-15T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:46:08.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I</title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;br /&gt;My name is Adil and I started my public blog.&lt;br /&gt;To most people blogs are like diaries which they keepfor whatever reasons.&lt;br /&gt;For me a blog is just an expression of my mind and a way to vent myself. It also helps me think eveyrday - What did I do today and thats fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my topic, I am a person who believes in freedom of choice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing to believe in but thats who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya around later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32775197-115565496808414069?l=adilpereira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/feeds/115565496808414069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32775197&amp;postID=115565496808414069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115565496808414069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32775197/posts/default/115565496808414069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adilpereira.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I'/><author><name>Adil Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
