<?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-33265173</id><updated>2012-01-28T17:44:08.706-08:00</updated><category term='years'/><title type='text'>Walk with me along the sea....</title><subtitle type='html'>Its all up and its down.. its a mixed bag... Its sexy, Its Zuper, Its a thriller...                                                                 Its ZIMPLY ZUPERB and I ZUPER LIKE the way life rolls by..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-1183135872677020854</id><published>2011-06-30T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:26:40.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;ZUPER , ZUPERB, ZIMPLY , ZIMPLY ZUPERB and ZUPER LIKE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuper, Zuperb and Zimply are the three new words that have been coined by &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=633742228"&gt;Vikrant Patnaik&lt;/a&gt; (myself), &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000900726684"&gt;Aparajita Singh&lt;/a&gt; (a young yet old friend of mine) , &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/piyush.k.dak"&gt;Piyush K Dak &lt;/a&gt;(a full of life friend of mine) and &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1376742043"&gt;Lokesh Mishra&lt;/a&gt; ( An officer in the Indian Airforce) respectively  and we are proclaiming their invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words give a superlative effect to the words Super, Superb and Simply. These words can be used in general conversations when you want to express its Superior Form. This is for public information that these words can find themselves being used in casual discussions and they by no chance figure in any of the dictionaries right now.  In concept, the words come to be of superlative form because it begins with the letter "Z" which is also the last letter in the English language. Since there is no letter after Z, it kind of makes sense that it is the Ultimate feel of an expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrases - Zimply Zuperb and Zuper Like can also be featuring in different contexts... for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aamir Khan's acting in Three Idiots was Zimply Zuperb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wow ! You look zimply zuperb tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are getting the feel of the phrase.. it is important that the user of the phrase feels the ZZZZZZZZs while he/she uses any of the above words or phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similar and catchy phrase that I think can be of potential value to facebook or even for that matter to Google's new G+ application is the "ZUPER LIKE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase zuperlike can be used in place of I Really Really like this.. or I double like this etc. With the way.. FB's like has caught up.. I think either one of them must use it.. provided they do it the right way.. YO !! They will have to come to us.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Thank you for your patient reading.. I am ZUPER THRILLED ABOUT THE WHOLE ZUPER THING !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-1183135872677020854?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1183135872677020854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=1183135872677020854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/1183135872677020854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/1183135872677020854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/zuper-zuperb-zimply-zimply-zuperb-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-1920117882833188258</id><published>2011-04-17T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T04:04:57.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We fought and are not talking today,&lt;br /&gt;I know I am at fault, but also, I know she'll be mine one day.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a bar, drinking 1 + 1,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day, when we really are one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in time, the first day at work,&lt;br /&gt;I am in two thousand and six,&lt;br /&gt;Its been five years now and still no fix.&lt;br /&gt;She often says to me, Yo ! Whats up dude !&lt;br /&gt;And I say, hold on! I am just 26.. Don't be so rude !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember,&lt;br /&gt;I saw this girl sitting across my seat,&lt;br /&gt;with pretty painted nails and little feet.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping around at work...&lt;br /&gt;This is how, I think we were supposed to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sweet, she's funny and some times,&lt;br /&gt;Acts like Bugs Bunny !&lt;br /&gt;Her name is D and I call her doo..&lt;br /&gt;some of you know it...further...&lt;br /&gt;____ ___________ ________&lt;br /&gt;Accha lage toh aur doo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-1920117882833188258?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1920117882833188258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=1920117882833188258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/1920117882833188258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/1920117882833188258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-fought-and-are-not-talking-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-1775458566016653300</id><published>2007-09-25T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T03:50:49.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So many times it so happens.. that you just sit in your room with the lights dim...  hold your self and your thoughts ... with slow love songs playing in the back ground and you see your self as the hero of every song that plays.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Knowing that possibly you may not be the hero in real life but still hearts of hearts you think that you are your own hero !! i dont know how many people think this way but i do ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I remember all those times and moments i have spent with persons whom i have loved and care for. I try to sleep  but they walk around me waking me up and not letting me sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It takes a lot to live a life and especially a life with the feeling of being the hero of some one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I have felt it.. and would love to have this feeling lingering with me... through out my life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i feel special knowing that i am not... but.. I just fell good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it would be incorrect to feel this way if i dont categorize myself among the top people on this planet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I DO  !! And for some or the other reason... i have this feeling that i belong some where up above.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-1775458566016653300?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1775458566016653300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=1775458566016653300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/1775458566016653300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/1775458566016653300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-many-times-it-so-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-573642617587598683</id><published>2007-08-14T02:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T02:50:08.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for you.... and you know it...  !!&lt;br /&gt;The song was recently written by me and a friend of mine...whom i call little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is called OH MY LOVE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love.... oh my love.... oh my love----2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took so many years&lt;br /&gt;to realize you're here&lt;br /&gt;And now that you have gone&lt;br /&gt;I feel i am so alone&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt my dreams with you&lt;br /&gt;I lived my little life with you&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss the warmth in my arms.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love... oh my love... oh my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is song to me&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;And when I kissed you first&lt;br /&gt;I knew I got my girl&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt my dreams with you&lt;br /&gt;I lived my little life with you&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss the warmth in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my  love ... oh my love.. oh my love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-573642617587598683?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/573642617587598683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=573642617587598683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/573642617587598683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/573642617587598683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-6062187023651984633</id><published>2007-05-26T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T02:42:43.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLAYBOY - The magazine that opened our EYES !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class 9th, Kendriya Vidyalaya, Air force Station Bhisiana (Bathinda-Punjab !!)&lt;br /&gt;Five friends -All boys-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Prakashan, Call sign- Princee&lt;br /&gt;Pankaj Sharma,-- Call Sign- Panky&lt;br /&gt;Udey Beer Singh Brar,-- Call sign- BEER (pronounced BBEEEER . and not BEER--GULP GULP!!)&lt;br /&gt;Rupesh Kumar, --Call sign- Rupa&lt;br /&gt;Vikrant Patnaik,- Call sign- Vicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTIVITIES--&lt;br /&gt;!. GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;@. GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;#. GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;$. GIRLS and to KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;well, you can't hide the fact that, it was an age of learning and plus.. most of us wanted to be doctors.. and for that human anatomy and morphology was a must to read and know in and out about every part that makes the human a human !! i am sure even you must be remembering those days..when you wanted to know everything about the other sect !! the other gender... the other sex !! BUt it is equally sad to know that none of us made it even to the "D" of the profession of a doctor... "BUT WE KNOW EVERY THING TODAY" he he hehehheh :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%. And of course apart from that jumping in the canal behind the School every day practically with our cycles that we carried on our little but strong shoulders for almost a Km to dive into the flowing water untill we saw a dead body floating in it and that was the end of swimming in the canal !!. We roamed in the hot sun and.. got bugged with every one who talked about studies !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their Machines were-&lt;br /&gt;Princee -- Girls BSA SLR (maroon coloured which i think he changed to a HERO RANGER LATER )&lt;br /&gt;Panky-- BSA SLR (But he always managed to Pillion on Princee's machine and made sure that he never rode..)&lt;br /&gt;Beer-- Brown rugged Hero ranger(which some times his sister also rode !!, not to forget there were no breaks, the paddle was broken perennially.&lt;br /&gt;Rupa-- His brother's cycle (which he begged to him for a ride )&lt;br /&gt;Vicky-- A red BSA-SLR ( A GENTS CYCLE..with a ROD IN BETWEEN..which had several dirty jokes about it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the bad boys to gather INFO ---&lt;br /&gt;Us five, were supposed to be a little of the those smarter lot in class IXth... But we were not he strongest.. and those fighting kinds.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few of those ruffians in our class who made it a point to fight and go on with gang fights.. but we were always.. aloof esp.in such situations.&lt;br /&gt;Now these were the guys..who had more of "DESI PORN BOOKS" in their bags than the usual text books.&lt;br /&gt;We were those extremely enthusiastic lot who wanted to have a glimpse of every single photo every single word written in it.&lt;br /&gt;Once we thought that, Even we should purchase some of these and make a mini library out with such books exclusively for us.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHERE DO YOU GET THESE STUFF !!&lt;br /&gt;Not in normal STATIONARY STORES nor in NORMAL BOOK STORES.... because these were places which were already tried and seen for. We had to know and were determined to know about this mysterious place "the hide out" from where you get such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ONE DAY CAME !!&lt;br /&gt;There was this GUY called RISHAB !! who was older to us and used to tell me tales about his stints with his girl !! oh and i used to listening to him with adulation... all the time..&lt;br /&gt;and when he was leaving.. he gave me a few magazines telling me to go through them !!&lt;br /&gt;And to our surprise.. they were all  PLAY BOYS&gt;.. and oh my god.. yuo should have seen my face first and then..their faces....&lt;br /&gt;our jaws had dropped down almost to the ground !! and my  goodness what babes...&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;well after that every thing started we started going and seeing them every time we had an opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;and the best part was that it was hidden in the stage of the school where every day every morning we used to go for prayers... ooooooooooooof what fun !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-6062187023651984633?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6062187023651984633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=6062187023651984633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/6062187023651984633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/6062187023651984633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/05/playboy-magazine-that-opened-our-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-9187495455755537195</id><published>2007-05-03T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T03:04:34.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='years'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;KAHAN JAAOOON KAISE KHUJLAAOOON !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN I WAS 4 YRS OLD&lt;/span&gt;---- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MY MOM USED TO SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEH MAT KARO !!&lt;br /&gt;WOH MAT KARO !!&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MAT KHAO !!&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM MAT KHAO !! AND I DID NOT MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN I WAS 8 YRS OLD&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOM AND DAD USED TO SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MAT KHAO !!&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM MAT KHAO !!&lt;br /&gt;DONT PLAY IN THE SUN !!&lt;br /&gt;GET HOME AND STUDY !!&lt;br /&gt;FINISH YOUR HOME WORK !!&lt;br /&gt;EAT HEALTHY UNFRIED-LEAFY VEGETABLES !! AND I DID NOT MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN I WAS 12 YRS OLD&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOM AND DAD AND RELATIVES USED TO SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT MAKE FRIENDS WITH SERVANTS KIDS&lt;br /&gt;DONT ABUSE&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE YOUR BOARDS (X -CBSE) COMING UP&lt;br /&gt;NO BUNKING SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE TO BE THE IDEAL CHILD&lt;br /&gt;LEARN TO BEHAVE YOURSELF !!&lt;br /&gt;NO WATCHING CARTOONS !!&lt;br /&gt;NO WATCHING T.V !! AND I STILL DID NOT MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN I WAS 14 YRS OLD&lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOM AND DAD AND RELATIVES AND NEIGHBORS USED TO SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY YOU HAVE YOUR BOARDS THIS YEAR&lt;br /&gt;GET UP EARLY TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;NO LATE NIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;NO WATCHING DIRTY MAGZINES&lt;br /&gt;YOU DONT KNOW WHAT PORN IS...&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN FROM MAKING FEMALE FRIENDS .......... IMAGINE !! I STILL DID NOT MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN I WAS 16 YRS OLD&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOM AND DAD AND THE WHOLE WORLD SAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS 12 TH........... AND I DID NOT MIND !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure these are absolutely the words that you have also heard from your respective mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 YRS LATER !!-&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYONE STOPPED SAYING and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;STARTED !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-ENGINEER !! SMART !! ATHLETIC PHYSIQUE !! BABES ALL OVER AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;A MAN STANDS LIKE A STALWART !! THE NAME IS VIKRANT PATNAIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY SHE IS HERE ON MY HEAD !! DANCING AND GOING ALL TANGO ON MY HEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME TIMES I WONDER HOW WOMEN CAN MAKE SUCH A LOT OF DIFFERENCE IN YOUR WORLD......------------ MIND YOU THIS TIME I MIND !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST IT WAS MOTHER AND THEN THERE IS A GIRL (worse than my mother)..WHO MAKES YOU WALK AROUND,TALKAROUND, DANCE.. JUMP AT ONE COMMAND OF HERS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the other day some thing else happened. I was not allowed to view a blog... just because some one thinks that this is not the right time to view the blog.. boundaries are meant to show limits...&lt;br /&gt;but when limits are crossed !! NOTHING !! because.. its her command that you have to follow !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;yeh mat karo, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;woh kyon kar rahe ho,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; aisa thodi hota hia, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;c'mon this is not the way to do it,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no late nights, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no drinking, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no smoking,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; no this,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; no that, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no nothing, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;come home on time, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no sitting with awara friends,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what are you wearing ,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why are you wearing,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeh NEHA kaun hai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neha ki baatmat karo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are not feeling sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NINNI--ko bhaagao ..ABHI !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't sleep on time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayers, medicines, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10-10 times prayers, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1,000 million times brushing,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beliefs, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;philosophy....falaana...dhimkana... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;BACCHE KO KOI NAHI SAMJHTA..&lt;br /&gt;merese koi pyaaar nahi karta !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEKH LOONGA SAB KO !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samajh ke kya rakha hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HUM MARDON !!! ka hoga !! these women ... oooooffffffffffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-9187495455755537195?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/9187495455755537195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=9187495455755537195' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/9187495455755537195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/9187495455755537195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/05/kahan-jaaooon-kaise-khujlaaooon-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-414073891740607851</id><published>2007-05-02T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T04:23:34.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QUESTION MARK ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A long time ago there used to be this guy.. confused !! what the heck man !! I dont have a chick with me..... what do i do . i always end up with the wrong ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;she is hot, she is pretty, has the legs and the juggs... but ooooooooooooooooo she is just not my kind... what do i do !!! -- was his perennial complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;After struggling for a long time.. he and a very learned friend of his came out with this.. OUT OF THE BOX --strategy called the&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Strategy Q&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am sure not even the HARVARDS, KELLOGS, CAMBRIDGES or IIMS had thought over and ventured into this part of the UNIVERSE called Strategic LOVING. NO doubts they have been working very hard towards making better processes and operations-cutting costs and reducing steps and thereby making companies list up in the NASDAQ , NSE etc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Some times... the Q-Strategy which i am sure once you know about will agree to works in the subconscious state.. where in you are not the real player but in some way are in the act playing the role of the lead... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;We meet peoples in hundreds and thousands every day ..especially if you are in the field that i am in ...that is marketing or in a field where in you don't but people do... that is being a DOC !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Being humans and the whole concept of having a heart and then the brain to control the flow of thoughts in either- Positive /Negative direction brings in the concept of Strategy Q.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;It is said that people fall in love only once !! Well you may believe in it... but the fact under the sun...remains that you can fall in love several times over.. and over and over and over again !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Now it is incorrect to define love as one entity---------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but, if you think so .. it is wrong because love can fall under amazing number of categories.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh !! but at the end of it all !! It is love that we are talking about.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;STRATEGY -Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"It may be defined as the concept of not knowing or not making to know about some thing that is between two human bodies mutually in love". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Explaination:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You may or may not know about the "some thing" but would certainly want it to happen with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You may be interested in some thing but at the same time would not like it to be publicized for very definite and certain reasons.However it is interesting to know that some where deep inside your cerebral hemisphere there are things that you know about but would not like it to come out.. because they are so comfortably placed there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;For instance- "A" falls in love with "B" -- after some time -- "B" falls in love with "A"---after some time-- Both "A" and "B" fall madly in love with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;In the mean while A meets X and B meets Y-- call them friends/colleagues/friend's friend/colleague's friend/ Or just some one whom you thought was "WOW".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Now- A has this deep hearted desire that says i wish HE/SHE was with me... Well this is the point of mixed feelings when  A knows that B is there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It so happens with time that B remains where he or she is and A does not mind having the best of both !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This is the point when the STRATEGY Q comes into picture- At this very moment "A" uses the strategy Q- It may also be called the "Want to want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Here "A" is in love with BOTH B and X.. and can not express it to both because A fears that it would tarnish her image in front of three people now... X, B and the third being the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The society here plays a cruicial role as it is the most influential in the strategy Q processing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;B and X may influence the processing but not to an extent at which A thinks about SOCIETY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The "want to want" is prevalent in almost every species living on the surface of the earth... but it seems the "want to want more" is a trait that is most prevalent in the HOMO-SAPEINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When we talk about A (Be it a Male or a Female) , the feeling of loving and being loved majorly depends upon "TIME". The time that is in present and the time that would be in future spent with either B or X.  More importantly in the absence of either or them A will benefit the expression of love extended by any one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A's want is "TO BE LOVED" and A is not different from any of us.  B and X remain as those who compliment the effect and expression of love whenever possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I know it is a little confusing but if you get down to think of it... this is what is everyone's  want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;If you take instances of people who are DUMPED by their Boy/Girl friends.... Don't you think they get over them... or while they are still courting they hop on to some other....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It would be incorrect  to state that the person who DUMPs (would be referred to as DUMPER) will forget the person who is dumped(wouldbe reffered as DUMPED)... The dumper will still still have the "FEELINGS" for dumped but the intensity would be a little less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-414073891740607851?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/414073891740607851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=414073891740607851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/414073891740607851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/414073891740607851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/05/question-mark-long-time-ago-there-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-4727757115997056079</id><published>2007-03-09T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:28:57.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/RfFNUujDi_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u4Z8fl8NxYQ/s1600-h/P3020040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039894476492082162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/RfFNUujDi_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u4Z8fl8NxYQ/s320/P3020040.JPG" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/RfFOgejDjAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JIttSCB2UTk/s1600-h/P3030084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039895777867172866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="227" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/RfFOgejDjAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JIttSCB2UTk/s320/P3030084.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.................... I am back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had been quite some time.. since.. i had written a song. The other day while strumming the guitar i came out with this amazing tune.. and then i asked my mom ..who was all ready to go out for a walk... to sit and help me with a song..&lt;br /&gt;She most gladly gave her consent to it and we started.. after a lot of trials and repeated strecthing of my vocal chords zeroed in on to a tune and tried filling words to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes difficult if you are not in a frame of mind... i mean.. there should be some inspiration to a song...which i feel is the mother of all the songs that have been written and sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me.. this time.. it was SIMPLY music ...i wanted to sing..and write just for the heck of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came the tail side...&lt;br /&gt;actually the theme is about a BOY who talks to his mother and his... girl... about the wrongs being done in this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song titles - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHEN THE MORNING SUN COMES DOWN !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When the morning sun comes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The world seems to turn around .......mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when the morning sun comes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the world seems to turn around... .. mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baby your eyes light up your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;like the stars light up the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the moon shines and shows the tear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the tear in your eye...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when the morning sun comes down... hmmmm hmm mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Years have come and years have gone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and nothing much has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;all is wrong and all is false... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and i cant explain.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;when the morning sun comes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the world seems to turn around.. mama....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ... that;s it..&lt;br /&gt;well i have the chords on guitar and piano for it.. so drop in some time.. to listen and sing along !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-4727757115997056079?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4727757115997056079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=4727757115997056079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/4727757115997056079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/4727757115997056079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-o-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/RfFNUujDi_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u4Z8fl8NxYQ/s72-c/P3020040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-116258049100426077</id><published>2006-11-03T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:02:19.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooooooooooooooooo...................... i drove out of office... a long long drive for it took me almost an hour and a half  to reach a place called "SATYA SAI NIGAMAGAMAM (well that was quite a t oungue twister... i bet you can't say it five times in a row...) well that apart... acutally i was on my way to help MY friend anil with the AUDIENCE for his magic show.. i thought no one would turn up  but to my surprise i found atleast a thousand(divided by 10) people sitting on their big bums waiting for him to start the magic show...  i was the "hundred and oneth"  person sitting there awaiting the MEGA ARRIVAL of" Anil the magica" ...  wel lthat is how every one in college knew him.. he was either called JADUGAR SAHAB or MAGICA... i preferred call ing him MAGICA&gt; the wait must've been for say..... mmmmmmmmmmmm    45 min and still no sign of the GREAT.... only to realise finally that it had been cancelled and the BIG BMS of the people sitting there were only aching..&lt;br /&gt;I could not have stayed for a long time.. coz..&lt;br /&gt;1. I didnot know any one&lt;br /&gt;2. i was dying to meet AUNTY MALATHI, BUNNINDER AND REVA....( ooooooppps the BUNNIDER here refers to the smartest girl floating around in town.. BUNNY and who happens to have one of the smartest names that i have everu come across for a girl..  PRITHVI. aint it SUPPA !!! )&lt;br /&gt;well i made my way through the dirty, horrendous traffic towards my second home where is had planned to have spend the night. i reached my final destitnation for the night... HOME SWEET HOME when i saw this shadow running towards me... for a second i was like............ alright if you are coming for me... BRING IT ON&gt;.. i 'll take you.. types...&lt;br /&gt;the shadow was on the trot... (well it was not a horse...) it was a human shadow..!!!!! suddenly the shadow stopped near the window and then there was this face " only to my relief i saw the very NOT SO FAMILIAR FACE OF  SAAAMBAIYA.... MALATHI aunty's watchman. he greeted me while he opened the gate for me to enter into the parking place to which i merrily responded by waving my hand and saying.. NAMASTE SAAMBAIYAAA... and th en i n a fit he spurted out a volley of sentences... in telegu to which i could absolutely not answer coz he was simply too fast. well i tried saying something to him in telegu&lt;br /&gt;before i dashed towards the stairs with my LIMPY LEG. well i think i should start calling my right leg limpu rather than MY RIGHT LEG......!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid things apart...  i went up to see... a few very familiar faces VASSU ATTA (not he ATTA as in FLOUR...but ATTA as in AUNT in telegu) Aditi,KASH the YUP, BUUNY AND AUNTY MALATI.&lt;br /&gt;In no time i made myself SUPER COMFY by removing my shoes and getting myself a place in the couch. A few words were exchanged and then the siren rang and VASSU aunty had to leave with the kids.... so here we were THREE of us.. waiting for the fourth one (REVA) to join us. In the mean while aunty Malathi had a few guests over with whom she got busy.&lt;br /&gt;well then we sat talk ing.... talking talking...&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a little chaos ... then..we saw reva jumping in ...&lt;br /&gt;we ate dinner then and started talking again...&lt;br /&gt;We hit the bed .... and got up inthe morning..&lt;br /&gt;The morning was bright and nice..&lt;br /&gt;i took the car and drove back home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-116258049100426077?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116258049100426077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=116258049100426077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/116258049100426077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/116258049100426077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/soooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-116144510670706133</id><published>2006-10-21T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:55:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOWieeee... its diwali taday.. the time says i am 2040 hrs and there is a lot of noise outside...(well this time is saying.. no me.) i some times wonder what time must be thinking that he is the one who keeps a track of everything that everyone does and yet can't do anything for himself for if at anytime he gets distracted OH LORD !!!! oooof... can;'t even imagine what will happen..well lets leave time alone and let him do his job..&lt;br /&gt;yeah so iwas at diwali...&lt;br /&gt;i am at the club... actually came to get some biryani for the "going to be hungry folks", have guests over from pune so hospitality is at its best.Not that it is never upto the mark... we esp i think hospitality should be extended at all given times.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i can hear a lot of crackers bursting and lights lighting up the sky, can listen to people shouting and screaming.. laughing and feeling very GAY about the whole festival (well the gay is not the gay as in "GAY" but the gay as in HAPPINESS") while i sit in an air conditioned room with two more people sitting and accompanying me. GOD KNOW's WHAT BRINGS THEM HERE...&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago i was at home paying homage to GODDESS LAKSHMI and LORD GANESHA. Both who try to fill your back pockets full of green colored paper pieces called MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;At home it was an auspicious moment with my grand ma downwards to the guests dressed in their BRAND NEW ATTIRES... the PUJA (PUJA now not as in the so many PUJAs i know but the PUJA as in PRAYERS) went of fine with decorations and offering of flowers and fire (AARTI.... now wait.. its not AARTI as in the BEAUTIFUL GAL NEXT DOOR...but AARTI as in the MARK of respect to GOD ) that is a typical HINDU tradition.&lt;br /&gt;After the aarti and taking blessings from the two aforementioned lords of their own kinds started the beautiful tradition of TOUCHING THE FEET OF EVERY ELDER around !! so i went..&lt;br /&gt;DOWN-1 = papa&lt;br /&gt;DOWN 2= MAMA&lt;br /&gt;DOWN 3= GRANDMA&lt;br /&gt;DOWN4=AUNTY&lt;br /&gt;DOWN5=UNCLE&lt;br /&gt;DOWN6 NEELU AUNTY (THE GUEST)&lt;br /&gt;DOWN7=ARVIND UNCLE( THE GUEST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFF THAT WAS QUITE SOME TIMES... and i do not mind it i always think that their blessings are certainly more powerful than that of the goddesses and gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that my turn of bending down was over... i suddenly see two SIX FOOTERS ...&lt;br /&gt;cookie and his hefty friend vaibhav...bending down to touch my feet..&lt;br /&gt;Now here it feels a little awkward... he hehe a blush on my face.. where inside i am all happy and joyfull about the whole idea of my brother trying to get blessings from me.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank i was overwhelmed...&lt;br /&gt;Then came the TEEKA round.. where the women of the house put teekas (another of the purely hindu traditions)&lt;br /&gt;so in no timne i had a teeka on my fore head...&lt;br /&gt;giving me a look like one of those RAJPUTANAs of BALMER in Rajasthan..&lt;br /&gt;I felt like some KUNWAR VIKRANT PATNAIK (the prince of some princely province).&lt;br /&gt;that apart..&lt;br /&gt;Then dad and the super elders of the family get their backsides moving towards the BAR ( BHAI AAKHIR DIWALI HAI ..) and the ladies settle around.withthe music started...&lt;br /&gt;well i somehow did not want to stay there.. .&lt;br /&gt;i was missing my friends and probabaly some thing else too..&lt;br /&gt;so i asked partents what about dinner.. ( MY WAY OF keepingmyself busy... EAT EAT EAT )&lt;br /&gt;well leave that..&lt;br /&gt;now i am in the club and i htink my order must be ready ..&lt;br /&gt;i shall go pick it up and head back home and will let you what happened.. after that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-116144510670706133?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116144510670706133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=116144510670706133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/116144510670706133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/116144510670706133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/wowieeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115989967599172003</id><published>2006-10-03T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T05:09:56.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hullo !! well today the day seems just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;right to write&lt;/span&gt;…. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wow…it rhymed&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST RIGHT TO WRITE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever.. I have had an amazing funloving superb weekend…&lt;br /&gt;Well as per the agenda&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/1600/01102006159.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 190px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/320/01102006159.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my dear friend BUA had  just come back from mumbai after her month long visit to her sister.We missed her big time so wanted to spend some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;real good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; quality time &lt;/span&gt;together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, on the last Friday we had a solid talk ANIL , bua and me... we were up talking till 3:00 am  untill i said BASS KARO I HAVE TO SLEEP you  NOCTURNAL ANIMALS !!! grrrrr...grrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The next morning every thing went on smooth i got a shave done and was looking GOOOOD ... and in no time it was already 12:00 and we were planning to meet up at 12:45. MANOJ ANNA was there on time.. and i was ready too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;we zipped in MANOJ anna's SANTRO ZIP DRIVE..met up with the  GOOD LOOKING GANG !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;in no time were watching the not  so interesting movie... well i say that because i didnot see it properly- ANIL DID NOT LIKE IT BECAUSE HE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND HEAD OR TAIL ABOUT THE HARYANAVI HINDI THAT THEY SPOKE IN THE MOVIE... ARRE CHODO YAR USSE HINDI SEEDHI NAHI SAMJHI JAATI HARYANAVI KYA SAMJHTA... any ways in the first ten min of the movie i get a call...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;caller: vicky..why aren;t you replying to my msgs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;VICKY: QUITE... ssshhhhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;caller: vicky... i have been calling and why haven;t you been picking up my calls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;VICKY: QUITE AGAIN...ssshhhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;caller: ok vicky, i just wanted to trell you cookie is coming any time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i was happy to hear the lovely news but could not express my happiness because of the callers presence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;well i waited till mom called up and then i rushed back home in a RICKSHAW...oh yeah AN AUTO RICK....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/1600/01102006157.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/320/01102006157.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I reached home to look at this lean, tall and skinny fella COOKS... .. looking as handpump….ooooopss…did I say hand pump… nah !! handsome as ever.. MY BRO cookie... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We were both generally happy when I said..the whole gang is in I MAX…chalna..hai kya..!! and he said…CHALO BHEEDU….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And that was it… out came the car…. And out were we…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Reached the theatre and managed to sneak cooks in …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well by the time we reached the movie was almost over… cooks met everyone.. only to meet them again in the evening… YO !! WE WERE ALL GOING TO THE RSI for DANDIYA………..YEAH ALL OF US…… the whole idea was bringing excitement…yippee….. anil, bua, amta, sonu, vanya, cookie.. and me,,,,,,,FULL MAZZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All that happened… then we all promised each other that we will meet at my place at DOT 7:30 PM. Promises were made, hearts were crossed and swears were sworn to DIE IF THEY DID NOT MAKE IT ON TIME……….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well then I had this amazing chance of dropping FIVE HEAVY WEIGHT BEAUTIES home (sonu excluded ).After a long BYE BYE session I made my way back home.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then the sun set and stars started to come out of their hiding places.. the chillwas setting in….. and the weather was getting ROMANTIC…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Parents and cookie left for RSI around 7:15 pm nad I was supposed to be following them in 15 min… with the JING BANG…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was ready ..all set with a smart chocolate brown chudidaar kurta..and waiting.. with my hair gelled, perfumed sprayed (gawd knows how many times and how many types)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Though I knew I would not be dancing.. thanks to my leg!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was waiting…waiting …waiting…..waiting… waiting… 7:45..no news…waiting waiting waiting…. 8:00 NO NEWS again … waiting waiting waiting…8:15….. Abolutely no news…..chalo..all I could do was waiting waiting waiting…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8:30….not a chance… so waiting waiting waiting again……. Finally around that time..a call comes.. I jumped and fell across the bed to grab the phone before it went off…. Thinking that these guys would be outside my house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hear this.. voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BUA: Vicky…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vicky: BUA…aaagaye tum log kya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BUA: NAHI ABHI SHURU KIYA HAI…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And that was it………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yahan I was feeling hungry …I was ready for an hour and these women party had just started..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well in half and hour they came……… I was like a dormant v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/1600/allofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/320/allofus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;olcano who had just become active and was about to explode….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But then…I had to eat up my anger when I saw all of them looking fantabulously beautiful…I said..kya fayada..gussa hokkar.. yehi log toh hain……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So all of us adjusted our backsides in anils car…… four beautifully pretty girls ,anil who was looking amazing in his orange kurta and I super good as usual (he he he) in the front…just when we sat it started raining…drizzling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;All of us were hungry so we stopped at a PIZZA joint called the PIZZA DEN and had pizzas…thinking that the party would not start with out us…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It was only when I started getting frantic calls from my bro and mom as to where we were and whether wewere coming or not.that werealised that the dandiya has started and we must rush…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we zipped--&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT THE ZIP ZIPPED but the DRIVE ZIPPED !!! he he he you dirty minds..…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in fact anil zipped the car through woods and deserts…. And we reached RSI………….. well enroute the music was full blast and the drive was ooooooooooooooooo…all with OOMPH !! the cool breeze, good music and the good company what else would one want………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We reached RSI and then I got myself a chair and sat while the girls and anil went on to hit the dance floor with vengeance… oh the girls were looking nice and had their hair let down… I was so happy that they all were enjoying themselves………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In between I would exchange a glance or two with one of them..dancing and they would call me on to the dance floor… and I would thank them and say no…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And they would resume theie JHATKAs and MATKAs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Then in one of the glances BUA hinted to me to come up and sit on the dance floor….. he he he he he.. and in seconds I was there.. sitting near to where my band of girls with anil the hero were dancing….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I was enjoying watching them and the others dancing.. but let me tell you these guys were the best…… I was looking at anil.. poor chap was trying his desperate attempt to match up with the girls gang but just couldn’t.. ha ha ha ha ha… I saw him.. and then he would complain… THESE GIRLS PRACTICE AT HOME AND COME…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Well the numbers were good and everyone was dancing,…I was dancing too but on the chair.. he he he..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Soon the party came to an end and the DJ announced the last song ……. I couldnot hold my self back anymore.. I got up and went to where these guys were…and shook some BOOTY …shake shake… with my broken leg. !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;No sooner I got in my spirits the music died and the lights were switched on…… and we were ready to route back…it was barely 11:30..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We thought.. we can go the club for another round of dandiya.. so we reached the club…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Phone calls were made to big ppl in the club who could manage a few passes and msgs were sent.. well all of it was in vain.. because by the time we could enter we saw the GOOD LOOKING CROWD COMING OUT…. The crowd was full of backlesses….. skin showing….. extravagant…gaudy…. Attire donning females and males…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Some drunk some on the verge of getting drunk……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I remember AMTA varenya and i were standing and waiting for AMUL THE AMRUTHA.. we waited... while the girls waited i was busy watching the other girls present there... he he he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;so we picked up some softdrinks and went to my place....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The moment we reached home..  THE SIREN BLEW and suddenly there was an urgent need for everyone to visit the loo... toh sab...EK EK EK EK EK EK ,,,kar ke SUSU..karne gaye ha ha ha hah. MISS SUSUs... ha ha ha ha  oh gawd... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;well all the ladies went in turn by turn.. and after the flooding session everyone unanimously decided to go out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then we got down and i led the team for a walk around ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/1600/Image%28158%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/320/Image%28158%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;r campus……. Nice was the walk….. Light cool breeze, good friends, and an amazing time… We were walking when suddenly we realized a black dog following us and that scared AMUL THE AMRUTHA to death..and on top of it… vaibhav scared her.. and she screamed on the top of her voice… I am sure the ppl around that place must ve thought that there is some thing… wrong..!! MAN what a scream it was.. typical… those EK LADKI AUR ANDHERA AND EK LADKA TYPE screechy scream… Well that was over after I gave a BIG BHAIYA SCOLDING TO HIM……. Then we came home and sat for barely ten min ..when AMTA sounded her alarm.. for going back.. I did not want them to go though.. but being those understanding types ( he he he he J) I did not say anything… So anil bua and the girls went only for bua and anil to come back. By that time.. I had made our bed in the drawing room.. set up pillows had a wash… brushed my teeth and sat there waiting for them … and started reading a book… MARELY AND ME …. In some time I heard the DHUB-DHABH of the car doors and knew that they were back…and in no time they were cozily comfortable in the bed made by me.. And then we started talking about things happening in out respective little lives…… Anil though quite a listener did not say anthing…actually he can’t speak hindi well na !!! ha ha ha ha ha ha poor chap… Well..we spoke and spoke till 4:00 in the momring.. in between I had dosed off to sleep, when I got up I realized that I had been sleeping for quite some time… Bua and anil were all set to leave… Then anil asked me.. COFFEE&gt;……… and all those who know me.. I cant say NO to coffee…….so we went out I limped and the other two walked he he he…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;We went to our place APOLLO HOSPITALS STD/ISD where you get coffee 24 hrs…..but then that chap was sleeping so we could not have coffee…we came back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I saw them off and then jumped into bed..only to get up at 11:00 am next morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I HAD A LOVELY TIME … and hope your all had a good time tooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115989967599172003?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115989967599172003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115989967599172003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115989967599172003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115989967599172003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/hullo-well-today-day-seems-just-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115951835666469730</id><published>2006-09-29T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T04:11:40.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever wondered !! about one little thing that is usually around you but never seem to notice it and its feelings.&lt;br /&gt;U might find it a little weird but i am going to talk about some thing that is inanimate and nonliving ...that does not have hands, legs etc..it may be as simple as a piece of polythene (a small patch of the same) lying on the road !!!&lt;br /&gt;now you are sitting in your car,,,, MAST absolutely in the airconditioned luxury that your latest car provides you. you start and move towwards an unknown destination or probably a drive. Remember !! think !! go back !! think about all the times you were on the road ....now, yesterday,day before... weeks back, months back...years back.. and if you 've lived centuries ...then centuries back . you must v noticed on so many times a piece of polythene in the midst of a heavy traffic.. dont say know...becasue iam sure you must ve !!!&lt;br /&gt;poor thing !! can not move on its own... and is helpless&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was on the road and saw this...little blue thing.. a torn patch of a polythene bag...let me call him.."PAULY" i was stuck in a baby traffic jam and accidently happened to see pauly.. he did not have any way to go... there were trucks, cars, scooters, horns, honks zipping past him.. and each time they did.. they would force him to go with them... (the physics involved here is the movement of air with the car..........) the moment a brand new HONDA CITY would try to take him... with it.. an old KHATARA FIAT would come and take him the opposite way ... and poor chap would land back at the original place.&lt;br /&gt;i was noticing pauly jumping from one place to another... going a little further and then going back a lil...&lt;br /&gt;and say if a huge mammoth like bus or truck would pass...he would disappear for some time... then in some time i would find him..gliding back to the same patch of the road. !!&lt;br /&gt;sitting in my car i was only thinking what must that piece of plastic be thinking.. poor ol' chap can't move can 't do nothing.. just keep cursing the fuck all.... traffic...and the moronerds...the humans...&lt;br /&gt;There are times when people like pauly (let me acknowledge pauly as a person..other wise he would get a lil offended) have there own good times....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115951835666469730?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115951835666469730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115951835666469730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115951835666469730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115951835666469730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/ever-wondered-about-one-little-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115917372937493536</id><published>2006-09-25T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T03:24:13.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;If ever you read it... you 'll realize how easy it is for you to say so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;Thanks for the strife and pain !! Its made me stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;This blog was probably meant for you, it would have had a space for you  but i doubt whether it makes sense writing about you.. Read it and you 'll know... this is not for you BUT FOR MYSELF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go and tell!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;She came into my life while i was dancing with hearts and then ,I was gliding through sky,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;She did some cute things and made those butterflies fly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;I always cared for her and wanted her to be beside me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;Always loved her and used to think what she feels for me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;I always wanted to tell her how much I cared and love her,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;But just stopped before making the final stir!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;But soon I realized that it’s me, who loves her and not her,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;She always took me as a play; it was I who was in fuzz!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;Now she is now gone; happy and content,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;But whom am I kidding; It was I who went to that extent!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;But soon I realized this is so close to the life,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;When did I tell her I always wanted her to be my life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;I loved her with my whole heart feeling every single pain she had,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;But when did I go and tell her about the feeling that I had?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;I loved her and felt the pain she had,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;But when did I tell her the feeling that I had?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;With this question intriguing me in my life,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;Now I learnt to get over this mental strife!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;It made me realize that one has to just go and tell,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:14;" &gt;How you feel, you have to go and break the spell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115917372937493536?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115917372937493536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115917372937493536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115917372937493536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115917372937493536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-ever-you-read-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115831583512787014</id><published>2006-09-15T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:31:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess its all a part of life..that 's how i see things..&lt;br /&gt;when things go wrong and ppl blame themselves, X'es, Y'ies and Z'eds for anything that is not going the way it actually is supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;Today i am going to tell you a story ...&lt;br /&gt;The story orbits around "THINGS THAT HAVE TO HAPPEN WILL HAPPEN" and YOU CAN DO JUST NOTHING ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once apon a time in JERUSELEM there was an old merchant who lived alone with his young servant boy.The servant boy was a very hardworking, loyal and truthful person.He took care of his master in every possible way and won his confidence through his very selfless deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning he was sent to the marketplace to get some grocery.... the young lad went and did the required purchases and was on his way back  he saw this person standing on the road.... well guess who he was... HE WAS "DEATH". The boy looked at him and tried to ignore his presence, however he tried to look at him from the corner of his eyes as he walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was frightened and started to amble, he looked back to see whether DEATH was still there or not and was scared even more to see DEATH staring back at him. He ran like never before...he ran and ran and ran... till he finally reached his master all panting and wheasing.&lt;br /&gt;In his scared self he asked his master for the fastest horse he had....the master for a second doubted his loyalty, he thought to himself " is he trying to pull a fast on him ?? "&lt;br /&gt;Curious to know the reason he asked him why he wanted the horse...&lt;br /&gt;the boy said , he saw DEATH standing on the way - staring at him... and he wanted to run from him...for the time being...&lt;br /&gt;His master gave it a thought and let him have his fav. white Arabian stallion.The boy at once  rode towards SAMARA-- in total fright.&lt;br /&gt;The master was still not convinced and went on to investigate whether death was actually there or not.&lt;br /&gt;The master walked to the market place and looked around for DEATH... to his utter disappointment he could not find even the trace of death...  so he started to walk back.&lt;br /&gt;On his way back he sees this faint though prominent shadow...and DEATH was standing under a tree..&lt;br /&gt;Skeptical as he was, the master looked at DEATH and DEATH looked back at him- for a few moments even the master's heart stopped beating..but he mustered some courage and walked up to him --------&lt;br /&gt;Master-- Sir, who are you ??&lt;br /&gt;DEATH-- I AM  DEATH !!&lt;br /&gt;Master-- What brings you here..&lt;br /&gt;DEATH-- NOTHING MUCH..JUST KILLING TIME !!&lt;br /&gt;Master-- But why here...in our village. in this market place , are you going to take away some one with you ??? Please tell me.. it is a very scary feeling to have DEATH around!!&lt;br /&gt;DEATH-- DONT WORRY MASTER , I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE ANY ONE FROM HERE............IN FIVE MINUTES I AM GOING TO MEET A BOY ON A WHITE HORSE IN SAMARA AND TAKE HIM............&lt;br /&gt;On hearing this..the master remained stunned and never again did he see his loyal servant boy !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so readers, what i want to convey here is that if things are written for you, you just can;t evade them... IT WILL HAPPEN !!  and it is a very balanced circle FOR THE DEEDS THAT YOU DO.&lt;br /&gt;BE TRUE AND LIVE A BEAUTIFUL LIFE !!&lt;br /&gt;Hope  you liked the story !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115831583512787014?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115831583512787014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115831583512787014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115831583512787014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115831583512787014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/guess-its-all-part-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115701392055114828</id><published>2006-08-31T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T01:45:21.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is an amazing day... a day when I sit and think about the lost battles (Not political, not historical ) but about the battles that i have fought. Tonight is yet another battle that I am geting prepared for atleast mentally. I have fought such battles earlier and conquered my enemies with wrath and cruelity, never did i give an option to my so called enemy to get anywhere close to me.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of every battle i had to lay my arms down for reasons that were not in my control.&lt;br /&gt;I have thought of it and am still curious about the outcome of this FIGHT of mine... for this one would be the ever last time.... I would either be on this side of the great gorge or on the other...&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind excepting either but my heart wants me to be on the greener side.... the side that fills my heart with more pleasure than any thing else.&lt;br /&gt;I will be experiencing another journey alone with hundreds of others who would come down for the fight with the aim to win and fly with the wings of a falcon.&lt;br /&gt;I leave tonight for yet another adventure following my dreams.......... into an arena of unknown mystries....&lt;br /&gt;I want to win ... and be a winner throughout...  however, on the contrary i would not be dismayed on losing... well i shall keep you posted with the latest...&lt;br /&gt;chok de....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115701392055114828?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115701392055114828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115701392055114828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115701392055114828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115701392055114828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-is-amazing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115693983289341690</id><published>2006-08-30T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:18:20.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/1600/scan0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/320/scan0071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today i sing out loud for the ONE I LOVE....&lt;br /&gt;My heart profoundly speaks about this ONE PERSON whom i would like to have very close to me for every little reason,deed and belief !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to be my SUNSHINE ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you like to be my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;would you like to be my moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;would you walk over the hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah yeah with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah yeah with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Not because I want you but because I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Not because i want you but because  I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you like  to share my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sit beside me whole night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;would you walk along the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah yeah with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah yeah with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Not because i want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;but because i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115693983289341690?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115693983289341690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115693983289341690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115693983289341690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115693983289341690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-i-sing-out-loud-for-one-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115687042878650276</id><published>2006-08-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T05:01:16.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/1600/buanilme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/320/buanilme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising but true.... this lil poem , which later got converted into a song  was written by me while i was flying down to my parents who were in those days stationed at SHILLONG -Meghalaya. I did not know what to do.. THE AIR HOSTESSES were real sad... so  i decided to write  a song. Well the even more surprising fact is that i wrote the song on a piece of TISSUE PAPER... which i asked from the YOUNGEST and the seemingly MOST PRETTY air hostess.... I tried my best to have a little fling in the AIR ... he he he he... but most unfortunately she just did not pay any heed to MY SO CALLED "attention gaining calls ".... (she probably just thought that...I was one of those young teenage chaps flying with a guitar ..oh yes i had my guitar with me) SO , i was trying to make maximum use of my STYLE STATEMENT " MY GUITAR "... BUT ALL WENT IN VAIN... and i continued writing my song... here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OF YOU OF YOU OF YOU.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am on a flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;All alone but in delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thinking is what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Of you of you of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am at home now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Want to meet you&lt;br /&gt;but wondering how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dreaming is what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Of you of you of you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting beside a lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Planning things for your sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Living is what I do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you for you for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115687042878650276?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115687042878650276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115687042878650276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115687042878650276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115687042878650276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/surprising-but-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115686988108385541</id><published>2006-08-29T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T03:55:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/1600/7%20VIKRANTH.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 217px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/320/7%20VIKRANTH.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Greetings my readers,&lt;br /&gt;well this is another song that i had written some where around my second yr of Engineering course. I like this song because it came out really well when the tune was put in.Well, to all those who have heard it (esp my hostel seniors and juniors) and appreciated it, i extend my heartiest regards and wishes.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, to talk about this song...this was no inspiration but just a flow of thoughts that were as a whirlwind circling around in my little cerebra.... I thought before the twister calmed down let me "PEN" it down ... so here it is ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was so madly in love with you…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went  for a ride on a deep dark night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was thinking of you I was dreaming of you ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not know where the road led me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was so blind I was so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couldn’t see anything other than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coz I was so madly in love wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;h you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You …. You … you …..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love took its time to get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn’t mind, I didn’t mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn’t feel anything other than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coz I was so madly in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You ….. you …you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me that there was some one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I was so kind and I was so kind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t find the way –alone- with out  you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I was so madly in love with&lt;br /&gt;you………&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You … you .. you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115686988108385541?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115686988108385541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115686988108385541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115686988108385541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115686988108385541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/greetings-my-readers-well-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115686965895435776</id><published>2006-08-29T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:30:37.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumne kaha tha…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tumne kaha tha,&lt;br /&gt;chalenge saath satth&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ke raah mein,&lt;br /&gt;sang sang ek raah mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Tumse mila tha, jaane kyon mila tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Mein pagal ho gaya, khwabon mein kho gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Mein pagal ho gaya, khwabon mein kho gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ek toofan aaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Majdhar mein hamein paya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jaane kya kar gaya, hum dono kho gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hum dono kho gaye ,akele reh gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ek din phir aaya, who that uska saaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hum dono mil gaye,do chehre khil gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mein tha aur who thi, who thi aur who tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mein tha aur who thi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who thi aur who tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115686965895435776?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115686965895435776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115686965895435776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115686965895435776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115686965895435776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/tumne-kaha-tha.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115684167728211550</id><published>2006-08-29T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T05:18:30.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/1600/7%20VIKRANTH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 199px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6382/3609/320/7%20VIKRANTH1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of insecurity and being scared comes in when you have a  fear of losing something that is very dear and close to you.Otherwise, as a human tendency you do not care about an array of other things happening around you.Insecurity and being scared does not mean  the loss of people or a person in particular from ones daily happenings but many more things like faith, trust, smiles, happiness that one keeps with himself as a personal property.It is like being the owner of the happiness that you have and give, its about seeing the person is his/her best for what ever little you do.... well this is for you my readers, about the time i felt insecure.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared or am I feeling insecure……… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Am I scared or am I feeling insecure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For probably I haven’t been able to put up a good score, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You know that I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But probably don’t know how much is in store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It is vast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And if opened it might even blast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There’s much more than what I actually show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I know that I love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But probably don’t know whether you love me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And this often puts a question in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You might not but I do and shall always do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;For it can’t be anyone other than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Am I scared or am I feeling insecure for probably&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been able to Put up a good score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You say that you are confused and when you say so , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The light in my soul gets fused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So please don’t let the light fuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In other words do not let me get a new fuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Coz, if I do, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Don’t know whether will it be or will it not be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And that’s why I ask myself to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared or am I feeling insecure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115684167728211550?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115684167728211550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115684167728211550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115684167728211550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115684167728211550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/feeling-of-insecurity-and-being-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115649571965508506</id><published>2006-08-25T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T03:55:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When last did you regret to have&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grown up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;... well i suppose these little thing keeps bugging ppl every moment when ever they see a child &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;play , jump hang around, scream, shout , cry ( in the real sense HOWL ) , ask parents for those little" not so very important things"&lt;/span&gt; and got happiness unlimited when parents gave it to them for that momentary happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of my childhood and those wonderful days where in i was upto all known mischievs. Well i would not like to ellucidate anything about those very notorious things that i did, i probably would die in the sweat that would trickle down from my forehead , when i know that my naughtiness is made public.&lt;br /&gt;i would want to share some thing that reminded me of those very days when i was in std. 1st and the same feeling that followed me till i passed out of from school.To be very specefic i want to talk about THE TOILETS of schools....&lt;br /&gt;well i am sure if you are reading it and let your mental horses run through the time dimension backwards...you would find some thing very common in my observation as a child who has grown up into a man though with the same childish frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was made to walk quite some distance down my memory lane....&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go for a presentaion to a colllege which had in its campus several other colleges and a small school.&lt;br /&gt;To reach the college which i had planned to go to i had to cross the rear of the school which had the school bath room. and then i saw this.&lt;br /&gt;There were children running around in their shorts, some of them had their shirts torn, shorts soiled with mud, knees bruised...... NOSSIE running down their noses etc. A typical scene that you would find in the primary section of a school ( NOW GET REMINDED....  YOU WERE ONE OF THEM-- NOT VERY LONG AGO ). I  could not  let my senses wander for i was  concentrating  on th e job for which i had come. By  senses i mean none of my physical senses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;After my meeting with the principal,i saw the children who were running around  tired and sitting in a very peaceful and serene manner...probably they were scolded by their teacher or may be they were jsut too tired playing in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was pretty fine after the meeting because the principals 2 i/c had really pissed me off...  and i wanted to get over the whole thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SUDDENLY my olfactory nerves sensed some thing and sent a zipping message to my already worked up brain... " HEY YOU KNOW THIS SMELL "...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My beautiful mind ran down the data base of all the scents, stinks, aromas it had smelt till date only to get it right in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CATEGORY---- SCHOOL and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SUB-DIVISION--- TOILET....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and then...EUREKA my MR. BRAINS  said... i ve got it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its the STENCH OF PISS&gt;.. .PISS &gt;&gt;&gt; and more PISS... piss here piss there...  piss al lover the place...the piss taht tired children... who can barely be able to control the uncontrollable  pressure that the bladder exerts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOODNESS... what stench it was... unbearable.. .to  my pretty lil nose...&lt;br /&gt;at one point i was happy  and proud of my brain that it recognised the stench in less than a NANO th  of a sec... but then i was feeling ooooooooooooffffffffffffff............. i cant bear it any&lt;br /&gt;more....&lt;br /&gt;well the whole surrounding was " ROOM FRESHEND "  with different amounts of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PH LEVEL acidic urine&lt;/span&gt;.... he he he he&lt;br /&gt;The walk way had this lingering SMELL as though you were in a SCHOOL TOILET...&lt;br /&gt;Its then when i told my friend fawad that can you recognise the smell... and he had this faint smile on his..face.. - or probably he was trying not to smile because if did he had to inhale more air then...&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;well i hope.. you guys... got what i meant to say....&lt;br /&gt;that things as unusal as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE STENCH OF THE SCHOOL- URINAL CAN REMIND US OF THOSE UNFORGETTABLE DAYS&gt;....................... OUR CHILD HOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115649571965508506?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115649571965508506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115649571965508506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115649571965508506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115649571965508506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-last-did-you-regret-to-have-grown.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115648260940835114</id><published>2006-08-24T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:06:31.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;well , this is one of the songs that i had written and it had come out beautifully well....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i remember, when i was in college i had written this song .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ITS YOU AGAIN ……..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fell in love manier times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With one, with two, all over till nine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always looked for some one in vain,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then it was you again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We fell apart when you weren’t ripe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And are not close enough when the time is right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I try to look for some one else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But damn, its you again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look forward to see you soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fill you in my arms in the light of the moon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You for me and I for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only thing I want tell you is that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115648260940835114?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115648260940835114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115648260940835114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115648260940835114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115648260940835114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-this-is-one-of-songs-that-i-had_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115648219958848911</id><published>2006-08-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:03:19.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiting for you !!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I have not met you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall call you the girl of my dreams&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I have not met you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At 21 my friends find it strange&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I should still be waiting for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I have not met you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is simpler, they say to quit the quest&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And take away the storm dictates&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For he who loves you is a waif&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would have believed them and dared&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I have seen the mist tangles in your running locks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For though I have not met you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have known and loved your absence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The face that you are there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I have not met you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I watch every face in the sunlight at every crossing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At 21, my friends still I find it strange&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I should still be waiting for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115648219958848911?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115648219958848911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115648219958848911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115648219958848911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115648219958848911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/waiting-for-you-because-i-have-not-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33265173.post-115648204092836219</id><published>2006-08-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:00:40.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am jealous of …..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am jealous of one thing you have,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who knows you better I ever have&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You spend most of your time with him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The time I never got to spend with you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He knows all your secrets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He knows when you are happy &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He knows when you are blue&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am jealous of one thing you have&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who sticks around with you every where you go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To the canteen or for a show&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He catches every word you speak &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But never lets those precious spell sell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whenever you talk to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He’s there listening to&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;our dialogue &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Although silently&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;He knows everything that you speak&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He knows everything that you speak&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and understands what you mean&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can say he knows it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;very cunningly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He knows all your secrets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He knows when you are happy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and he knows when you are blue &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;coz his love for you is so true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am jealous of one thing you have, now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His being so close to you makes me wish &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I was your telephone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33265173-115648204092836219?l=vickspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115648204092836219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33265173&amp;postID=115648204092836219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115648204092836219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33265173/posts/default/115648204092836219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-jealous-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Vikrant Patnaik  - Connect with me on Linkedin:  http://in.linkedin.com/pub/vikrant-patnaik/5/438/66a</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyAMJMgXmPk/SjYeyxenNcI/AAAAAAAAB4M/nKpOmz-g_tU/S220/IMG_1523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
