tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14564854269874880222024-02-08T17:40:34.205+05:30Reflections from a chaotic mind...Chaotic musings on conventional thinkingNaveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-82167896930103300732011-01-02T22:28:00.001+05:302011-01-02T22:31:26.046+05:302011 – Something to look forward to, or simply a same ol’ same ol’?<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">It’s been awhile…anyways, glad to be back. Thanks for all the support and also the criticisms – constructive and whatever else that was thrown at me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">All the best for the New Year</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> folks. I sincerely hope all your wishes come true, dreams are realized and all that is great happens to you so that come what may, the birth of 2012 will leave you saying – </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>“Damn, I had a great year”.</b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Just the other night, I was sipping on my favourite beer, about to get ready to go to a friend’s place to bid 2010, goodbye. I was reminiscing about the year gone by and it suddenly hit me like a train. </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">What the fuck? </span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Although we’d all party our asses off this weekend, we’ve all got to get back to work on Monday and it is gonna be</span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Same ol’ Same ol’.</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Same work, same colleagues and same old crap.</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> Our resolutions are gonna be flushed down the toilet, dreams shattered and half way through January or February we realize that it is going to be a</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">really shitty year</b>.</span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">This thought just crushed my mood to celebrate. But, what’s interesting is the moment of “enlightenment” I had (yeah, yeah go ahead and laugh, but I swear it happened). I finished off the beer, listened to Sixx A.M (they are fucking awesome, I strongly recommend). Found myself listening to their hit single from 2008, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“</b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Life is beautiful”</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> and it was done. My mind was clear. I knew what I had to do. </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Grab 2011 by its neck, devour the life out of it and have a great fucking year.</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">For some reason it all seemed to fall into place. Life as I know it is going to be great this year. And I must admit, </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">it feels damn good.</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> I am sure </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">you</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> can relate.</span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Dream BIG – </span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I know I do, and people laugh at mine, but then again a person who has no dreams, has nothing. At least with dreams you have a sense of where you want to be. Taking the first step to making those dreams a reality is another story altogether (LOL).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Do something new – </span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I plan to do stuff that I never had the will to do before- stuff that I never thought of doing due to fear of trying, fear of change etc (and yes, I will complete my dissertation, which I have been postponing for umpteen months). This year will be different. I will keep you posted on these adventures/misadventures as and when they occur. Doing something new, will also include stuff that you do on a day-to-day basis. Just try doing them differently or try to find ways of doing the same things, better. Trust me, it works and keeps your days challenging and something to look forward to everyday. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I know I sound like these wannabe “leadership gurus”, but then again try what I said, and drop me a line to tell me how it worked out. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Also thanks to my moment of enlightenment, I’m happy to say, 31<sup>st</sup> night was spent with a few close friends and we bid solemn goodbye to 2010 and we had a </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">heck of a time doing it. </span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">A lot of booze and cigarettes later it was 6 am (just like Sixx A.M – my current musical addiction) and we decided to call it a “night”, came back home and crashed. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Now, reality hits, and we will all head off to work tomorrow (uurgghh). But then again I will try to walk my talk and make sure it that this year </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">rocks!</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> I do hope it will be the same for you too. Let me know how it turns out cos' I would love to hear from you. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
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</div>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-88799916629137331492010-08-24T10:00:00.000+05:302010-08-24T10:00:33.228+05:30Love: Selfish or self-less?<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Love. Feels great. Someone there for you – </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">just for you, ALWAYS</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> – </span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">or so we think.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Sadly, it may all go away. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Along goes your sense of purpose, comfort and joy. You curl up at home, reveling in your misery, becoming part of a cycle - afternoon to evening to night. Maybe tomorrow you’ll focus more on the sunlight than the bullshit that life suddenly has become. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Is love overrated? At times it feels so. But those who have been in love will beg to differ. I do too (although I’m yet to know if the feeling is real or just me fooling myself). I’ve heard many a person hating on love as accusing it of being a burden, a horrendous mistake and that it ruined them. Mine is not to make them see sense, but to express what I feel. This is simply cos’ no matter how hurt you get and how much you loathe yourself or the one that broke your heart, deep inside there’s a part of you that is thankful for all the good times. The good times that made you feel </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">alive</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">, like nothing else ever did. Also, </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">there’s nothing quite as humbling as thinking you’re completely over someone, then realizing you’re not quite there yet. Not even close.</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">And to add fuel to the fire, you see him /her having moved on and you are </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">nothing</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> but a figment of their memory. Many a time, you find yourself wondering whether you crossed their mind at some point. But you’d rather stay in doubt, than know for sure that he/ she did not think of you at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">At times like these I wish I was a little boy again. Simply for the reason that all you had were skinned knees & elbows, which are easier to fix than a broken heart. Other times I feel that </span><b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Love is a bitch. Pain is a whore. Misery is the motherfucker that dogs me day in and day out.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Another sad thing about Love is, either you love more or you love less, and the one who loves more ends up fucked, i.e. the one with the “selfless” love is fucked. Is this the case always? You tell me. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">That brings me to my question. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Is Love Selfish or Selfless?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Looking at the mixed feelings aroused within me, I would say it is rather selfish. We look at how we feel after the separation. Do we stop to think how the other feels/ felt? Did we ever put our pain away and feel for the “ex” who may also be nursing a broken heart and picking up pieces of shattered dreams? Most often than not, we don’t. Is this not selfish?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Do we stay in love to make the other feel good or to serve our own vanity and needs? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Let’s face reality.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Are we in a relationship (mainly) cos’ he/she makes us feel great and not cos’ of how we “complete” him/ her?</b></span><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> In other words no matter how much the other loves you, if the feeling is not mutual you are not going to be with him/ her right? Also when it stops making you feel good, you will be forced to walk away right? Or would you make the ultimate sacrifice and force yourself to stay in the relationship just for the sake of the other person? You would walk away right? Cos’ that would be the right thing to do. When it stops working for you, </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">walk away. </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"></span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Whoever wishes to counter, be warned. You are lying to yourself and your best bet is to come out of the bubble that is the hindrance to reality, which may seem harsh, but then again, like I said, it is reality. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">If love is great and selfless, why do we </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">fall</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> into it? We </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">fall</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> into a puddle. We </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">fall</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> into the drain. We </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">fall</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> into deep shit. Is it because we have unconsciously accepted that hurt and regret </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">may</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> inevitably follow? In which case it is possible to admit that love is selfless cos’ we </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">fall</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> into it regardless of all the negatives that may come to haunt us. We take the plunge into love, forgetting, for the moment, all the dangers of it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">All that matters is the joy you share with that one special person. Nothing else matters. It seems that you have dedicated yourself selflessly to that one special person but remember - </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">you did it cos’ it made you feel good/ complete.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-32372781782450270582010-08-21T23:50:00.001+05:302010-08-21T23:57:29.552+05:30A quick question...<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING THAT YOU KNEW WAS WRONG, IF YOU KNEW YOU WOULD NEVER GET CAUGHT?”</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Think about it. Roll with the thought. Feel free to post your answer (IF YOU’VE GOT THE BALLS). If not, it’s all good. No one is judging. Certainly not me. Cause’ I do understand that <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">YOU</b> have your <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">SELF-RIGHTEOUS MORALS</b> to keep up. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">But I ask you one thing. Stay true to yourself. Think long and hard about your answer to this question and I guarantee…<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">YOU </b>may be surprised…Who you thought you were may <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">NOT </b>be the real you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-3008715242441998582010-07-31T22:52:00.000+05:302010-07-31T22:53:46.157+05:30Pet Peeves…<p class="MsoNormal"></p><ol><li>“Friends” who rub their noble and righteous side in <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">MY</span></b> face whilst knowing (and maybe having forgotten) that I know about their deep and dark dirty selves. I mean, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%">WHAT THE FUCK?! </span></b>Are they taking my value for discreetness for granted, as they conveniently forget that <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">I KNOW THE TRUTH THEY HIDE DEEP INSIDE?</span></b></li><li>People who say <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">“BORU KIYANNA ONE NAHANE”</span></b> and start rambling about some shit that I’m supposed to believe. Most often than not they are lying. Please believe.</li><li>Men who fuck around and when it comes to getting married, seek a virgin? I mean seriously…<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">WHAT THE FUCK’S UP WITH THAT?</span></b></li><li>Women who keep insisting that men are more likely to cheat than women, after marriage. Ladies… <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">PLEASE.</span></b></li><li>Guys who bad-mouth women that they <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height: 115%">COULD NOT</span></b> score with. Dudes, when you are unable to score <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height: 115%">JUST MOVE ON</span></b>. There’s plenty of fish in the sea. Don’t hate on her because she didn’t like you. How about the time you did not give a second look at the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%">UGLY CHICK </span></b>who was eyeing you.</li></ol><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"><o:p> </o:p></p>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-6100488187804217362010-06-28T00:07:00.004+05:302010-06-28T00:10:39.102+05:30Moral Bankruptcy – Myth or Reality<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 55px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 55px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif""><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Do morals make us better people or are they shackles, preventing us from being true to ourselves?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"">Looking back, I recall every time my parents or peers telling me that certain things (many things, if you ask me) should not be done or even thought of because they are immoral. It got me thinking. I mean, that basically means a significant number of things I want to do and features that make me, </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">ME</span></b><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">, are all classified as immoral. And it doesn’t help to know when your very parents brand you the </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">BLACKSHEEP</span></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif""> </span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">of the entire family. Now that blows. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"">Can anyone else relate? I know </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">YOU</span></b><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif""> can, but will you be kind enough </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">(to yourself)</span></b><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif""> to admit it?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"">Society, dictates how we ought to live. Isn’t this another way to simply <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">bind</b> us to a way of life which our forefathers preached many many years ago? I respond with a big </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">FUCK</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif""> </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">YOU</span></b><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"">What did they know about the pleasures of life? How dare they tell us how to live? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"">I say, that those who insist on certain so-called moral values are the ones could not actually live out their fantasies and thereby resorted to vile tactics, hid behind religion and codes of conduct, and actually have the audacity to tell us what’s </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">RIGHT AND WRONG</span></b><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"">. How fucked up is that?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"">End of the day, although man is apparently spiritually advanced and all that hyperbole, man has become his own worst enemy. Let’s face it. </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">MAN IS YET ANOTHER ANIMAL.</span></b><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif""> Sometimes better, but more often worse than our four-legged brothers. Isn’t it time we took a stick of dynamite and blew up this structure and went on to live our lives the way we see fit? Let’s live the way we want to. Do what<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"> </b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">(OR WHO)</span></b><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif""> we want to do.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"">My question to </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">YOU</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">…</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif""><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <div style="mso-element:dropcap-dropped;mso-element-wrap:around;mso-element-anchor-vertical: paragraph;mso-element-anchor-horizontal:column;mso-height-rule:exactly; mso-element-linespan:3"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" align="left"> <tbody><tr> <td valign="top" align="left" style="padding-top:0in;padding-right:0in; padding-bottom:0in;padding-left:0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 46.1pt;mso-line-height-rule:exactly;page-break-after:avoid;vertical-align: baseline;mso-element:dropcap-dropped;mso-element-wrap:around;mso-element-anchor-vertical: paragraph;mso-element-anchor-horizontal:column;mso-height-rule:exactly; mso-element-linespan:3"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:54.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-text-raise:-5.0pt">I<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">sn’t a moment/night of debauchery better than a night of loneliness fantasizing about things that you will not do because of what others will think?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p></p><p></p>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-35583898298037760622010-06-21T03:24:00.007+05:302010-06-22T11:48:16.310+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The forbidden fruit….<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">From time immemorial, man has always been attracted to what eludes him. It’s been human nature to head towards the “forbidden fruit” (Eve, this one’s all on you).<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyway, there’s this chick I dig. And the reason for my obsession is simple… she is totally fucking cool, loves Al Pacino movies (how many girls actually like Al Pacino in The Devil’s Advocate regardless of the fact that Keanu Reeves is in it), big fan of Usher (now this girl’s got taste), tough as hell, loves a drinking binge, “awe-</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">fucking</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-some” in bed (yeah…she is –wait this should have been </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">no. 1</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> on the list), likes grunge rock and last but not least she is spoken for (hence the forbidden fruit). Yeah yeah, she’s got a steady boyfriend whom she intends to marry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don’t judge us (I don’t have to say this cos’ if you are reading this blog you have already left your “judgmental self” at the door), we are only human… we chat late into the night, get horney online (she gives a mean performance on cam) and met up a few times at my place. The amazing thing is, although we sounded really nasty when chatting n all, when we met up it was quite different. It was not all “fucky, fucky” like we anticipated it to be. We drank, talked (a lot, even about ghosts) and basically hung out </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and of course fucked our brains out</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But the sad part is, once our “hang out session” ends we have to face reality, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I mean I have to face reality</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> She goes back home, and will be talking to her guy and make plans to meet up with him the following day while I revel in my loneliness. I know it seems so easy to judge her but you shouldn’t. I’m not saying this cos’ I’m into her or anything, it’s just that most of us are much worse and in her case she has the “balls” to actually come clean with her guy, should we get caught. How many of us would do that?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yes, we are attracted to each other like mad and </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">YOU</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> must keep in mind that attraction is </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">not</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a choice – it happens. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Love</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">being with her, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">love</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> her company, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">love</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the hot, sweaty n nasty sex, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">love</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the way she takes care of me (she even formatted my computer and re-installed software and all for me) but </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">hate</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the fact that it’s all short-lived. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As I write, she is posing for me on cam, in some sexy lingerie (hats off to Midnight Divas, whom I’ve grown to love) and as a result I’m typing with an incredible </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">hard-on</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The best part is she knows I’m typing this right now but wants to wait till I actually posted it, for her to read it, unlike others who would want to read it first before it gets published. Love her guts. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She did admit that I may </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">go down</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> as a crazy and offensive “wannabe blogger”, and I told her that I’d rather </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">go down on her</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. It gets better – I told her that I would love for her to </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">go down</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on me as I type this blog and you know what – she wishes the same. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She does have one weird habit though…laughing right after sex. First time, I thought “oh, fuck, she’s laughing at me cos’ I sucked”. I asked her about it and she admitted she does that cos’ she is delighted with the sex. That put a smile on my face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Also she was wondering whether it’s a bad thing to moan loudly. I told her I loved it cos’ it was reminder that I was doing my job right. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We just made plans to hook up again though and I must admit that I do look forward to it. Anyone who dares to judge, just keep in mind that while “</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">you’re judging we’ll be fucking</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">”. And I intend to enjoy this while it lasts cos' once it's over, it's over, and life as I know it, may suck (at least for awhile). </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A dose of sweet & sour anyone??!! </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif"font-family:";font-size:10.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-8462061170431120672010-06-19T21:31:00.002+05:302010-06-19T21:34:21.276+05:30A minor CASE OF ALCOHOLISM…<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; ">Funny thing is, I’m writing this after downing a few shots of some cheap liquor. So if my thoughts seem slightly off the hook or off track, I DO <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">NOT</b> APOLOGISE.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">Anyway, I was just wondering what alcoholism is, since few of my friends have accused me of being somewhat an addict to the poison…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">As per conventional wisdom, an alcoholic/alcohol addict is a person who is totally dependent on liquor and would probably stop at nothing to get the liquor he craves. But if you scratch the surface you see a lost soul who is trying to drown his sorrows, at least temporarily. In other words, whether right or wrong, he/she has a reason to drink.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">But what about the majority of consumers? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">I’m just pondering over the fact that reality is, alcohol is all about moods. I mean, if you are happy, you drink; if you are sad, you drink. And the best part is that the quantities consumed rarely vary in proportion to your mood, which prompted you to drink in the first place. Simply put, the so called non-alcoholic is always guilty of drinking, most often than not, as a reflection of his/her mood.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">I’m the first person to stand up and say, “drinking is great” but I have to ask, why has it come down to the fact that if you are going to “party” or simply hook up with your friends, alcohol is a prerequisite? Alcohol seems to be the driving factor in ensuring whether an occasion is a success or not (in many cases). <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">Does this mean that an entire generation comprises of slaves to alcohol but is turning a blind eye to that fact and just pointing fingers?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">If you ask me, a person who drinks for a reason has to be on a higher pedestal than the majority who simply look for reasons to drink! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">DISCLAIMER: Personally, I enjoy a good drink regardless of how I feel. I simply enjoy the buzz or drunken state that I get to, after a few (or many) “good shots” and I do know many who can relate but would never admit to this reality and point the finger at me accusing me of being “addicted”. But I love and cherish them nonetheless cos’ they do mean well.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><o:p> </o:p></p>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-48807905595045656052010-06-19T14:18:00.002+05:302010-06-19T14:32:40.066+05:30Finally...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Finally, done I guess (hope)...I'm kinda happy with the layout n all...now to get the ball rolling...</span></span>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-40716758062520959602010-06-18T21:54:00.001+05:302010-06-20T04:05:59.761+05:30Woah...so many options...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">3 cans down and still trying to figure my way around the page...may take awhile till i get the page layout the way I like it. But been at it out now for about 1 hour and so far so good..</span></span>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456485426987488022.post-52047485761382095092010-06-18T19:59:00.000+05:302010-06-18T20:27:27.791+05:30First Post: Groundbreaking moment and my mind's all blank<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">This blows..Sitting here with my favourite beer in hand, staring at the screen.just started this blog and my mind - blank as a clean slate. Some may call it "writer's block". I assume it feels like this. You just don't know what to write. But reality is I'm not a writer, I'm far from it. but I can relate to some, cos' with nothing on my mind, managed to pen a few words to kick things off.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div>Naveen Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13385675615700825703noreply@blogger.com0