tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90501590094716654552024-03-13T07:20:08.124+05:30Gonecase"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die."Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-71938512290628051552009-02-19T21:48:00.004+05:302009-02-22T09:34:10.862+05:30Stigmata<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TqS1C9mAllATZWRCzodNFXdXC6bOR2pgTVM7AFQfHtVh1zEsJUviy0hHJxaG7RuLQKpHk4b7XRntf8IAee4XiK3vYACekSZLFnlRlr9giACHiOWu2u4s2-LX89YZaxlDa61RONL2jfFe/s1600-h/My_Tootsies__by_Gwynhwyver.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304544021305794338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TqS1C9mAllATZWRCzodNFXdXC6bOR2pgTVM7AFQfHtVh1zEsJUviy0hHJxaG7RuLQKpHk4b7XRntf8IAee4XiK3vYACekSZLFnlRlr9giACHiOWu2u4s2-LX89YZaxlDa61RONL2jfFe/s320/My_Tootsies__by_Gwynhwyver.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >It is a cold, silent night of December and nature has painted the whole town white in its preparation for the festival season ahead. But in contrast to the outside, the atmosphere inside the town hall is buzzing with activity. Clinking champagne glasses, snapping flashlights and warm yellow glow from stand lights melting over curvaceous white figures, his exhibition has been a success.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Notwithstanding the astounding amount of money his father had left him, he had made himself a name in the society, as a man who puts clay and Plaster of Paris to life. The critics were in awe of him for his sheer talents and the press loved him for his whims. He had made it a habit of disappearing for a few months before returning to the social scene with his new creations. His early success had made him one of the most sought-after bachelors in the upper circles. And this made sure that he always had enough material to study his favorite subject, woman. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Flashy neons had given way to mellow night lamps and the bustling skyline had fallen into a slumber, covered under the blanket of fog. Walking has always been his favorite activity to rejuvenate after a hectic day. He decided to enjoy the misty night on his own and ordered his chauffer to take his car back to his place “I’ll walk and stay at my studio tonight”</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >The flickering lamp on the corner of the street was dissolving orange colour in the grayish-white hue of the night. He moved from upmarket areas towards downtown alleys, absorbing everything in sight. His keen eyes were checking every lost soul wandering in those streets where people with respectable family background feared to tread.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >She was a girl of thin built and towering height. She had big hazel eyes and an exceptionally smooth skin. A half-burnt cigarette was hanging lazily from her lips and the smoke was adding mystery to her aura. Half of her face was covered by her long brunette hair and rest was eaten up by shadows of the alley.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >“I’ll pay 150 dollars for a night”, he asked, in his usual baritone, “You’ll have to pose for me, naked!” “But there are rules. You won’t ask who I am”. And then, nobody gets to pose for me second time. His curved lips marked the ending of his sentence. Yeah, whatever! Let’s go, where’s the car, she enquired. No words were exchanged as they walked to his studio.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >The place looked like a dungeon with plastic drapes hanging all around. Patches of clay and Plaster-of-Paris were splattered everywhere but in contrast to all, one corner contained a rack with shining instruments arranged in an orderly fashion. “You stay here, I’ll fix you a drink”, he uttered and got lost behind those plastic sheets.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >When he returned after a few minutes, she was ready in her birth suit. Here you go, finish it and let’s get to work, he said as he handed over the glass to her. “Where’s your glass”, she questioned. I don’t drink before work, I drink to my work. Let me know if you want some more. She was amazed by the dedication and the charm of this man. Don’t you wanna touch me, she offered as she moved her body closer to his.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >“I have to check the mixture; it should be ready by now. I don’t want it to get lumpy, gets difficult to pour-in”, as he moved out of the room, she gulped on her drink. The next morning, when he left the studio, he was a satisfied soul. And there she stood in his exhibition window, with her body as a skeleton to his proud creation.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I told her, nobody gets to pose for me twice….</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /></div>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-19241125021230884212008-10-25T23:48:00.000+05:302009-02-22T09:31:28.358+05:30What are YOU going to do ?One drowns his life in whiskey<br />One burns his life up in smoke<br />One skips the meal for hobby<br />One takes the sleep for a joke<br /><br />And if one happens to be your known one<br /><br />You watch as this don't matter<br />No day beyond this night<br /><br />or<br /><br />You shout<br />You taunt<br />You fight<br /><br />But what if one is not listening ???Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-42751094221017790812008-07-20T22:17:00.002+05:302008-07-20T22:20:31.645+05:30Feed the rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjancPk4_1yaEjMfVOKMXtIcul7uF6ZaMArX2IRAorlO-gknIYVPT0cQ2ZeLB1aR_SrRAei_DYv5K3ruR5QhpoaJdvCSejoQtaEW8wn6Goi6_mcIx1_WS_mei3pNI_OvMWrTndufGXTzFba/s1600-h/d75e18a91bff91c2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjancPk4_1yaEjMfVOKMXtIcul7uF6ZaMArX2IRAorlO-gknIYVPT0cQ2ZeLB1aR_SrRAei_DYv5K3ruR5QhpoaJdvCSejoQtaEW8wn6Goi6_mcIx1_WS_mei3pNI_OvMWrTndufGXTzFba/s320/d75e18a91bff91c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225138995806269522" border="0" /></a><br />Tear drops on window pane<br /><br />in a room of a gloomy house<br /><br />Where the shadows are blind<br /><br />lies a mortal, eyes wide open<br /><br />Two pillows and a sheet<br /><br />and the melancholy of water<br /><br />tearing the heart of sky<br /><br />what music to a shattered soulGonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-9042041689741992442008-06-12T13:33:00.006+05:302008-06-12T22:07:09.835+05:308 ka Dum<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2YAJ7gxptBupnBrtzBRqzKSB8OgPOhbSAy1qovqm63tltmReSF9I_zOau6zIk_2GVWaZH1i97AahmNZXt2457VVI2K8bkbq42v6Ll3LEJyJsgcqLCnPm2jstdqYDaBauDozjxnkEA3Iv/s1600-h/insp_eight_colors.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2YAJ7gxptBupnBrtzBRqzKSB8OgPOhbSAy1qovqm63tltmReSF9I_zOau6zIk_2GVWaZH1i97AahmNZXt2457VVI2K8bkbq42v6Ll3LEJyJsgcqLCnPm2jstdqYDaBauDozjxnkEA3Iv/s320/insp_eight_colors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210902902460546034" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s been long since I took up a tag. It will serve two benefits here; one, the person tagging you won't feel bad about not taking up the tag, hehehe and the second, as I am not finding ample time to indulge into fulltime blogging, thanks to my work antics and my hardworking spirit ;-)<span style=""> </span>this will act as some activity logged on the blog. So thank you for the honour <a href="http://goonjhighonlife.blogspot.com">Gunj Ji</a>, here it is, The Eight Things tag:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />8 THINGS I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p>Sex, Drugs, Rock'n Roll....kidding ! <o:p></o:p><br />Computers<o:p></o:p><br />Cars<o:p></o:p><br />Bikes<o:p></o:p><br />Gizmos<o:p></o:p><br />Money<o:p></o:p><br />More money<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Okkk six! Now add first and last from the above three and voila !<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">8 THINGS I WANNA DO BEFORE I DIE!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p>I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />I wanna be the shower when you sweat<o:p></o:p><br />I gotta be the tattoo on your skin <o:p></o:p><br />Yeah lemme be your bed baby - when you climb in<o:p></o:p><br />I wanna be the sheets when you sleep<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p><br />Let me be the secrets that you keep<o:p></o:p><br />I gotta be the spoon - ta stir your cream<o:p></o:p><br />I wanna be the one that really makes you scream<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />Ahem! Guys please excuse !<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p>8 THINGS I SAY OFTEN...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p>Nahi nahi, this is not possible. The blog is an entity from public domain and even underage humans (read human cubs) have the access to it. So please excuse me, whatever I am going to write is fictional and has no resemblance to anyone or anything living or dead<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p>Hello <o:p></o:p><br />Oye<o:p></o:p><br />Jhalle<o:p></o:p><br />Pagal hai kya <o:p></o:p><br />Lassi kar di<o:p></o:p><br />Kya bakwas hai<o:p></o:p><br />Bus baaki saare censored hain !! (If you are below 18, please close your eyes)<o:p></o:p><br />Chu***p<o:p></o:p><br />Ga**du<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />8 BOOKS I HAVE READ RECENTLY…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />Should be some engineering syllabus books, that was the last time I read something but God damn it, I can't even recall the names. Apart from that, I can add<o:p></o:p><br />The Fountainhead<o:p></o:p><br />The Fountainhead--read it twice, I love this book<o:p></o:p><br />Da Vinci Code--if it is fiction, what a great piece of fiction it is.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p>I have Google story and want to read it but I havn't even started so this should be it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">8 SONGS I COULD LISTEN TO OVER N OVER AGAIN<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />Though I keep adding up new songs to this list, a few of them are:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Carnival of Rust-Poets of the fall<o:p></o:p><br />The Memory remains-Metallica<o:p></o:p><br />Nothing else matters-Metallica<o:p></o:p><br />Tere Bin-Atif Aslam<o:p></o:p><br />Rock is dead-Marilyn Manson<o:p></o:p><br />Man who sold the world-Nirvana<o:p></o:p><br />Tere dar par sanam-Phir teri kahani yaad aayi<o:p></o:p><br />Black-Pearl Jam<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />8 THINGS THAT ATTRACT ME TO MY BEST FRIENDS<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />I don't find anything attractive in my friends. Wait, let me think...hmmmmmmm...nah, nothing !<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />8 PEOPLE I THINK SHOULD DO THIS TAG<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p><br />The ones with their first name starting with the alphabet "X", any Xylophones around !!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-90528298997289158112008-06-03T16:22:00.003+05:302008-06-03T16:31:15.972+05:30Conversation Returns<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVy1aa8RPzMVZHivD1il9KlULVsnqbPMYvSpM4XhTCh5udaDGTmZqs3MnEACyIjyApgVZIRuN523znejxG-jm3rCdLCqqc5OpZQ7PNSI9Dfo9ZzEJrzyuPVcn6lLxv7otP9A8ckfsrunUh/s1600-h/edc8dbc8c2474266.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207606494697647490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVy1aa8RPzMVZHivD1il9KlULVsnqbPMYvSpM4XhTCh5udaDGTmZqs3MnEACyIjyApgVZIRuN523znejxG-jm3rCdLCqqc5OpZQ7PNSI9Dfo9ZzEJrzyuPVcn6lLxv7otP9A8ckfsrunUh/s320/edc8dbc8c2474266.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The conversation returns to mark its third edition on this blog; and this time, its <a href="http://wildindigestion.blogspot.com/">Beauty and the Beast</a><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">B:<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A puppet silent, in the dusty stall<br />The only life at the carnival<br />The only noise; the winds of change<br />Everything is mute since the day they came<br /></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The laughter echoes now in memory<br />Emptiness a reminder of what had been<br />On wooden legs the puppet wakes<br />In forlorn hopes of another day<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">G:<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Buried under the webs of time<br />Choked of life by hands of fate<br />In the dusty stalls of fare<br />Still glimmers a ray of hope<br /></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">B:<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Of hopes and dreams and crystal balls<br />I dare not speak, lest a curse befall<br />Turning me into a heap of dust<br />Much before I have time to rust<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">G:<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">You die every minute<br />to live with this pain<br />Shadow of fear<br />is the devil's gain<br />Have faith as<br />sun will shine again<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-16548496999628572202008-05-22T16:02:00.001+05:302008-05-22T16:10:06.987+05:30I'm the end<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHfrlgg5kUSuhx6VbLZl5HVzu06WuJRxs0yOvM51lZT4Xp9vZjnrB32cR-dx8M3hZ-MV_5Lb_sch5SVJploA9x9JaTTtvd-PIzyICz-5evL8rwQrK4KTG6ttduHrUnSkVm1XYNv68XBVA/s1600-h/39b13d54521ebab1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHfrlgg5kUSuhx6VbLZl5HVzu06WuJRxs0yOvM51lZT4Xp9vZjnrB32cR-dx8M3hZ-MV_5Lb_sch5SVJploA9x9JaTTtvd-PIzyICz-5evL8rwQrK4KTG6ttduHrUnSkVm1XYNv68XBVA/s320/39b13d54521ebab1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203148346901704770" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Rusty doors open with a crank<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A soul walks in<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Two violinists and a puppet<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A coin is dropped <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">and puppet comes to life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Break for freedom<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">and a doll for prize<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A coin is dropped<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">and a hat filled with candies <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Two violins are crossed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">and a train ride <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">with no one else on it<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A coin is dropped <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">and balls are passed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">One stretch <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">and glass is shattered<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">One more stretch <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">and some more<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A black drop trickles<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">down the cheek<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">And the doll is dropped<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">beside the ballerina shoes<o:p></o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com80tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-43673199822268290072008-05-15T00:42:00.000+05:302008-05-15T18:00:40.071+05:30Trance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElCx9Ulc8zVCdr1P1FmGs52xWZIRcAB9SO7YdqHaG_ZbZc3qJ2HMNIySWaFbPeUZf8RCAR_wZXOh-9YVnVtiHfLEsdWf8KCLvfbryVGUuiQdXHA8EL_If6Qsy_j9VaTWR0ynK7jBS_cZS/s1600-h/music_is_love___by_katt92.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElCx9Ulc8zVCdr1P1FmGs52xWZIRcAB9SO7YdqHaG_ZbZc3qJ2HMNIySWaFbPeUZf8RCAR_wZXOh-9YVnVtiHfLEsdWf8KCLvfbryVGUuiQdXHA8EL_If6Qsy_j9VaTWR0ynK7jBS_cZS/s320/music_is_love___by_katt92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200313917103926594" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Bodies entangled<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Skin brushing against skin<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Heat rising and falling<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >A false sense of numbness <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >engulfs the mind<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >The air is charged up<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >and the sweat is dripping<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >The lights are fazing <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >and the view is hazy<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >The vibes running <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >through the spine<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >beat after beat<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >You can't defeat <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >the music's heat<o:p></o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-5927499410758549202008-04-18T21:49:00.004+05:302008-04-18T21:59:01.123+05:30Tranquility II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDrRc4eBMrlziACgw2Mh-tbfd1OInwJdHbOOCE-WUx34ZnNm1K8HjIZjoSpzFwKj1VsKuDGG7bURKM-jOTamyYjb-buYOzk3n6sslJWIAj10XFzAf-5XeROlaG2rUDar-taKddsQzCq5KB/s1600-h/6a1836aed31492cc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDrRc4eBMrlziACgw2Mh-tbfd1OInwJdHbOOCE-WUx34ZnNm1K8HjIZjoSpzFwKj1VsKuDGG7bURKM-jOTamyYjb-buYOzk3n6sslJWIAj10XFzAf-5XeROlaG2rUDar-taKddsQzCq5KB/s320/6a1836aed31492cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190623087038153490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Water competing for transparency <o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Against the walls of opaque ice<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Life flowing down the drain<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Soaking every thread and grain<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Traversing through the veins<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sedating every cell in me<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Dissolving in the blood<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The bitter flood<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com81tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-81138642788295066612008-04-14T08:44:00.003+05:302008-04-15T03:40:56.588+05:30I took L out of Lover<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzl3AMTRtZvAz4JQiByj8hBw-Dex8WJKyvsxW09TJtjIXV8WWlfwSoWomSfLojJ-erWVGRmnbC3QAouG7zz9J6hyphenhyphenjLFhCRxo4EyPky1ChIRS4wkyTgz8SWm6fYyfXmrMBhdhKEDUu-pvZf/s1600-h/37777727b2d5c9f0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzl3AMTRtZvAz4JQiByj8hBw-Dex8WJKyvsxW09TJtjIXV8WWlfwSoWomSfLojJ-erWVGRmnbC3QAouG7zz9J6hyphenhyphenjLFhCRxo4EyPky1ChIRS4wkyTgz8SWm6fYyfXmrMBhdhKEDUu-pvZf/s320/37777727b2d5c9f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188934194228216514" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s been three months now since I broke up with Nikita. Even wearing the tees gifted by her didn’t hurt anymore, so I can conclude that it’s all over. I scrapped Tanu to check if she’s around; I’ve been very active at Orkut lately, the forum where I met her.<span style=""> </span>My first scrap was a hysterical comment on one of her pictures, a trademark. And to my surprise, her reply had an equally potent punch, a quality that caught my attention and my fancy, same time. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I was about to leave when she called in to cancel our movie plan. We were to meet at “The Forum” yesterday for a late night show. My mind was lost in thinking all the possible reasons for her canceling our date; some last minute urgency was her excuse. I was knocked out of my thoughts with a shrill sound. My phone displayed “Tanu calling”. Hey, I’m sorry for yesterday. I’m going to Fuga tonight, wanna join me there, she sounded excited.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And our next first date was planned. Just look at yourself Mr. Gandalf, look at your beard, and better get a haircut as well. Shoot! Its already 5 PM and going by <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Bangalore</st1:city></st1:place>’s deadline to city’s nightlife, I should be there by eight. The barber was busy as always. A swarm of wannabe doods getting facials, uncles getting their almost vanished strands coloured and a couple of friendly neighbourhood spidermans spinning their cobweb on the TV remote, a typical scenario. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Bhaiya, a shave and a haircut, normal spiked, how much time is it going to take, I enquired. Those fifteen minutes ended after almost two hours but I was definitely looking better, cleaner and more human. I always made sure that I comply with the basic rules: look good, smell good and taste good. And looking good never meant that one should be good looking, it’s just that one should be presentable and it was time to take care of this requisite. After emptying half of my wardrobe, I finally found my outfit for the evening, my last clean t-shirt, a spunky black one with an almost clean pair of blue jeans. Sometimes, it’s good to be a guy, at least while dressing up. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">There she was, standing in her shimmering red top and a black mini, her raven black hair falling freely over her fragile shoulders and an oh-so radiating body. Man! She is hot, I thought and was thanking my lucky stars that she was my date for the evening. As the dance floor warmed to the house, we swayed after downing a couple of tequila shots. Things were heating up as the temperature was rising. She drew my face closer to her and what followed was a long lingering kiss. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">More kisses were exchanged and we landed up at my place. She was standing in the dark shadows, her sculptured body silhouetted against the backdrop of lust simmering into steam. Our warm breath creating a music with the raised heartbeats. The eyes met eyes and mirrored the feeling; wrapped in my arms, those eyes succumbed and I to her gentle embrace. Lips were locked and the escorts were removed, two bodies melting into one. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Oh Nikita ! I am getting there baby…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-43176578175626118822008-04-14T07:05:00.001+05:302008-04-14T07:06:53.716+05:30A Linkhttp://www.chitthajagat.in/Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-934787769238542032008-04-06T16:55:00.001+05:302008-04-07T02:36:21.556+05:30Big City Nights<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzWLImujuulBr0yMkLGRVeKpL4rulKUv7WGnVTqcsg74eW6jvgjjmDS9nq-W7Ynf02TTOqi2Os32Jz9QJEWWr0RiRrmnae5K-_OUAjyWc0GDys646oDXL5Maf-JCuOhapdVh2z06tOXpv/s1600-h/890ce69ff6604157.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzWLImujuulBr0yMkLGRVeKpL4rulKUv7WGnVTqcsg74eW6jvgjjmDS9nq-W7Ynf02TTOqi2Os32Jz9QJEWWr0RiRrmnae5K-_OUAjyWc0GDys646oDXL5Maf-JCuOhapdVh2z06tOXpv/s320/890ce69ff6604157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186092085181357602" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The day has been total waste so far. Is this what I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ve</span> been waiting for since Monday, a lonely weekend! Requiem for a dream, the fourth movie of the day and suddenly, the mood is sickening sad, the lull is lurking in the air. The anxiety and enthusiasm evident on a typical Friday morning, welcoming the forthcoming weekend after a long grueling week has vanished. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The time at the screen reads 1:30 AM. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Deepak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doesn</span>’t sleep this early; it should take only five minutes to reach his place at this time. Six bachelors in a three-bedroom flat, what a nightmare, I always thought. But one thing I always knew for sure, these guys know how to have fun. After countless rounds of convincing me to move in with them, even they gave up trying. Is it that I am adamant or I love solitude. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The roads are still wet and the breeze is refreshingly cool, it looks like a bike day. I never liked the confines of a car. “Hey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Deepak</span>, wanna go for a ride to <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">MG Road</st1:address></st1:Street>”, I called him. “No man, I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ve</span> some office work to finish”, he replied in his usual <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">laidback</span> tone. “C’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mon</span>, don’t be such a spoilsport, its Friday night. Moreover it won’t take more than an hour”, I argued. “I can’t, its very urgent”, pat came the reply. “Screw you, you’re such a wuss”, what’s wrong with these bookworms, I wondered. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The roads are emptier than I expected and the speedometer zooms past ninety. A quick dash followed by a long stretch of relaxed biking and I am in my tranquil dreams. Its time to head back home as it’s already forty-five past two. Suddenly, the engine coughed, cranked and halted to death. <span style=""> </span>My gods must be unhappy with me. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The tank still smelled of fuel in it, the green at the display confirmed the circuits to be working correctly. As I stood there kicking and cursing, a number of cabs ignored my existence, reminding me the true meaning of the word metropolitan. A black pulsar stops and enquires if everything is fine. Have you checked the fuel, asked the man, there is no petrol pump nearby. A receding hairline, fair complexion, medium built, he must be in his late 20s. Yes, I replied.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do you mind if I try, he asked while parking his bike. “Please”, I offered my bike. A couple of kicks more and the engine came alive with a grunt. “Where do you stay”, he questioned. Oh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">BTM</span>! I live there only, I’ll drive with you; just in case the bike ditches you again, its very late, he laughed. We chatted about where we work, where we are from, how he got stuck with work in his office till this late and regular stuff while driving back. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Can I have a glass of water, he requested. “Sure, c’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">mon</span> in, that’s the least I can do for you and thanks for the help”, I replied. So what do you do on weekends, he continued. “Just a couple of movies, a drive sometimes, not much actually”, I said. Give me your number, I’ll call you sometime and we’ll hang out, he offered. Sure, its 9900112233, give me a missed call, I’ll save yours too, I said, while I created a contact in my phone for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Aneesh</span>, his name.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It must have an hour since he left when my cell beeped. Who’s sending me a message at this time, I wondered. “I am missing you- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Aneesh</span>” read the message. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">WTF</span>! What is it, my mind was in a state of shock. My phone vibrated to mark the arrival of one more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">SMS</span>, “I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ve</span> fallen for you, I want to meet you for a hot shower, I can give you a good time”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hey man, I am really thankful to you for the help but don’t try to contact me from now on….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-72780728733202354372008-04-04T18:44:00.005+05:302008-04-05T15:15:04.449+05:30A tough one<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">1. Name three most valuable assets?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My Ipod, My Audio/Video collection and hmmm clothes maybe. Frankly speaking, can’t think of things which I can classify as assets *sansaar nashwar hai vats* <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">2. One truth in your life that haunts you every day?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">All of the decisions I made, related to my career, were wrong<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the four blog buddies you would take alongside with you?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Chacha, Crasiezt, Skeety, Umang …. Wait a min, do you guys watch survivor or lost series !!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Rome</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> ! But it can be a loo, actually it depends upon what situation I am in<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><br /><b>5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Loads of sexy cars and loads of money to buy petrol for them :D <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">6. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most? </span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Nothing as such<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">7.What are you afraid to lose the most?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Family, friends, infact everything. I am very possessive kind of creature.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">8. What would you do if you found a briefcase full of money?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Did I mention my dream ;) Btw, which currency ?? :P<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">No.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">She writes very well, I mean very well. She’s caring and very understanding. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Jyada chik-chik na karti ho bus.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">12. Which type of person do you hate the most?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Posers, the ones with fake attitude.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><br /><b>13. What is your ambition?</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Apna sapna money money…bada sara <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><br /><b>14. My Question: If you were given the chance to have one super power.. what would it be and why?</b><br />Arre, same question from the last tag…. Make me Mr. <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> :P<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">15. For you life is?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A bitch<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">16. If you could do one thing different in life, what would it be?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Control my anger<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">17. Are you a shopaholic or no?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Big time, keep me away from shopping malls.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">18. Which actress or actors you would like to be?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Koi bhi bhojpuri hero !!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><br /><b>19 what touches you?</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Hmmmm…no comments <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Calibri;">20. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?</span></b><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><br /><br />Yeah, bartan maanjne hain (Cleaning utensils you angrezs)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Man ! This was so girly, thank you so much Freesherry ji, I had a real hard time answering this one....now tagging someone, hmmmm...<br /><br />Drozzy babu, you're on *Aaaaahhh, aaj mera pratishodh poora hua* </div>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-52213779925689518832008-04-02T18:09:00.008+05:302008-04-05T15:15:04.449+05:30Tagged to death<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">Describe your perfect Sunday morning?<br />What’s a Sunday morning, I don’t know anything like this.<br /><br />Favorite song of all time?<br />Nothing else matters-Metallica<br /><br />How tall are you?<br />Doesn’t matter “late ke sab barabar ho jaate hain” ;)<br /><br />If you could be successful at any job in the world, what would that job be?<br />I know MS-Excel, make me manager<br /><br />If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?<br />Rome<br /><br />If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?<br />Mr. India :P<br /><br />If you have friends coming for supper what would you cook?<br />Lays or Kurkure<br /><br />What is your favourite word?<br />Déjà vu<br /><br />What makes you cry?<br />I don’t cry<br /><br />If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be?<br />A jaguar<br /><br />If you could time travel to the past to correct any mistakes you feel you’ve made, would you?<br />Time travel is fun baybee…<br /><br />Do you believe that the cup is half empty or half full?<br />Depends upon what’s in the cup<br /><br />What do you do for fun?<br />Time traveling<br /><br />Are you an outdoor or an indoor person<br />Indoor<br /><br />Where do you see yourself in five years?<br />Back to north for sure :D<br /><br />What are you most proud of in your life?<br />I am a self-made person<br /><br />When do you plan on getting married?<br />Do they call this disaster planning !!<br /><br />Get the number or give the number?<br />Give the number, that too when asked for !!<br /><br />Romance or Kinky Sex?<br />Kinky Sex... Romance is too expensive (Shame to shame)<br /><br />How do you feel?<br />Like all humans do-we have nerve endings in our skin which give us the power to feel via. sensory organs<br /><br />What size shoe do you wear?<br />Europe 42, English 8 but what’s the purpose<br /><br />What is your favorite clothing brand?<br />I am not a brand person, I wear anything and everything which suits me.<br /><br />Water or 100% Juice?<br />Sea buckthorn juice<br /><br />T-Mobile, U.S. Cellular, Cingular/AT&T, or Sprint/Nextel<br />Airtel<br /><br />Would you rather be hot or cold?<br />Cold<br /><br />Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?<br />WTF….neither…why ??????<br /><br />Favorite Place to Eat?<br />Big Chill<br /><br />Opera, Musical, Concert, Play, Performance, or Other?<br />Concert<br /><br />Most Memorable Past?<br />School days<br /><br />Most embarrassing moment?<br />I am a shameless prick<br /><br />If you had to pick one car, which would it be?<br />Lamborghini Reventon<br /><br />Your favorite Disney Films?<br />Ice age but not sure if it’s a Disney Film<br /><br />Why did the chicken cross the road?<br />Because there was a KFC at this side of the road<br /><br />Do you support Paris?<br />Paris for president !!<br /><br />Where is Waldo?<br />What is Waldo?<br /><br />Favorite element?<br />Kryptonite<br /><br />What was your last thought?<br />Something lusty, can’t provide the details here<br /><br />Firefox, Internet Explorer, Netscape, or other?<br />Flock<br /><br />Who are you going to vote for in 2008?<br />Ki farak painda hai, sadak to banne se rahi !!<br /><br />Juice and crackers or milk and cookies?<br />Juice and crackers …… GOD DAMN YOU DROZZY ARGHHH !!!!<br /><br />Which is worse? A bad laugh or a bad cough?<br />Laugh is better than cough anyday<br /><br />Are you a cat or a dog person?<br />I hate pets<br /><br />Would you rather be blind or deaf?<br />Both, happy now !!<br /><br />Define yourself in 3 words…<br />Gonecase Gonecase Gonecase<br /><br />Do you eat cold cereal at night?<br />Nahi bhaiya, I don’t eat cereal at night<br /><br />What is your favorite TV show?<br />Megastructures<br /><br />Do you shower every single day?<br />A deo shower maybe<br /><br />Boat or bus?<br />Boat<br /><br />What would you do if Michael Jackson asked you out<br />I'll tell him that I am of no use to him now, I have crossed 12 (On a serious note, I love his music so maybe I will go, I can defend myself)<br /><br />What is your favorite food?<br />Chicken<br /><br />Do you read harry potter books?<br />No<br /><br />If you could have one super human power what would you choose?<br />Make me Mr. India<br /><br />Have you had a beer in the last week?<br />No, never<br /><br />Vitamin Water or Gatorade?<br />Gatorade, Electric Blue :D<br /><br />Favorite body part?<br />Oh Behave :P<br /><br />Flip flops or sandles?<br />Flip flops<br /><br />What do you do on fridays?<br />Office office<br /><br />Do you like bananas?<br />Yes, I love EATING bananas<br /><br />Jao sabko maaf kiya...I tag nobody !!<br /><br /></span></div>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-62320079932473768392008-03-26T16:59:00.002+05:302008-04-05T15:12:18.985+05:30Ruby Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFuQf2uC3bYORw6TlrBNygECPX5IL4lMMvMMIw8rBmwCOQSjosXe2w3X5N33qG6_autPPfCabNiTBx6oz54CX811bJXErfJ96GB3UA4mJwJiN-468DGFOd1lm1RG-mWz2nDUns-S3uQ6G/s1600-h/8fc8291890dd8565.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFuQf2uC3bYORw6TlrBNygECPX5IL4lMMvMMIw8rBmwCOQSjosXe2w3X5N33qG6_autPPfCabNiTBx6oz54CX811bJXErfJ96GB3UA4mJwJiN-468DGFOd1lm1RG-mWz2nDUns-S3uQ6G/s320/8fc8291890dd8565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182011260659768818" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The trainer was drawing figures on the whiteboard while I was lost in the screen of my monitor. It's been an hour since I received that email selling me Viagra, into my spam folder and there has been no activity in my mailbox since then. Somehow, refreshing the page seemed more interesting than paying heed to the trainer. After a few futile attempts, the inbox showed one against it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A chain mail with a picture of Ganeshji, waiting to be forwarded to ten friends within ten minutes, else it will bring me bad luck. Since when has Ganeshji started tracking my emails, I thought, cursing Rahul for forwarding it to me. There was a strange pleasure that I felt, scrolling up and down, without any reasons, any logic. I noticed an email address by the name of Heena Sachdev in the heap of names of all those good children of god who will go to heaven now. My boredom made me compose a mail addressed to the email address I just happened to pick out of hundreds of other possible addresses. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Hi! How are you" was followed by a couple of mails exchanged and on one fine day, hesitatingly, I asked for her mobile number, which she obliged me with. Her voice was as hundreds of chimes being kissed and caressed by wind, full of youth and life. I fell in love with that voice. Our conversations graduated from minutes to hours and this is when I came to know that she is in same city I am in, <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City></st1:place></st1:City>. There was no track of time when I was in her company, though over the phone only and then we decided to take it one step ahead. And thankfully, it was gradual this time. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Something near <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on"><st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">MG Road</st1:address></st1:Street></st1:address></st1:Street> seemed a sensible option since our places were at the opposite ends of the diameter with <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on"><st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">MG Road</st1:address></st1:Street></st1:address></st1:Street> at the center. Ruby Tuesday, she said, on<st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on"></st1:address></st1:Street> <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Church Street</st1:address></st1:Street>, nice place with good food and soothing ambiance, let's meet up for a dinner this weekend. I checked my appointments record, even though it's been a week since I shifted to this city and didn't know anyone in town, even though the only companion I had for my weekends was my newspaper. And hence, Saturday was on. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My gaze was locked at the bunch of orchids placed esthetically in the middle of the table. Are you a non-vegetarian, she enquired, and this is when I noticed her details for the first time. Luscious long locks, a pair of tender lips, ample bosom but the cherry was those hazel eyes with a tinge of kohl at the rims. Her pink top was complementing her fair skin tone. As we sat there chatting, the band was playing soft melodies from the 80s. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I finally succumbed to the aroma from the bar which had been<b><span style="color: red;"> </span></b>inviting me for quite some time now. "If you don't mind, can I order a drink for myself", I asked shamelessly. Yes, please, she replied, this is what I like about drinking that it doesn't bother the one who is accompanying the one who is cherishing it. I hate smoking and I hate smokers. <span class="msoins0">“</span>Waiter, get me one large Jack Daniels with ice, no cold drink, no soda. Adulteration mars the taste of the real thing<span class="msoins0">”</span>, I chuckled. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="msoins00"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="msoins00"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Y</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ou won't find an auto-rickshaw here at this time, it's already thirty past one, I have a bike, let's go to Central<span class="msoins00">”</span>, I offered. But the auto-rickshaw prices were exorbitant because of the time factor involved. Can I stay at your place for the night, I'll leave tomorrow morning.<span class="msoins00"> Its just one night, I hope you can adjust. “I have a small room with a single bed and I stay alone, if its ok with you, I don't mind”, I replied.</span> <u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">While driving back to my room, I bought one more quarter after taking her permission. <span class="msoins0">“</span>I am not feeling sleepy, turn on some music if you like<span class="msoins0">”</span>, she said. Gulping down pegs after pegs, the conversation that followed was the most interesting time I had spent in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City></st1:place></st1:City> so far. Was it liquor or was it her company, I wasn't sure, but things started to heat up and the next moment, we were in each others' arms. We made love like there is no tomorrow. Should I term it as love or should I refrain it to sex was the question. But that didn't matter at that time. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It's been a month now since we first met. Every weekend was the same, a dinner at Ruby Tuesday followed by mad, passionate sex sessions. This time, she wanted to taste the whiskey which, to my surprise, she liked. Two quarters this time, she said and I nodded. It must have been something around three, after multiple shots of alcohol and sex, the sweat dripping down our skin, when I told her that I've started liking her.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What the fuck are you talking about, she shouted, jumping out of bed. And the whole effect of whiskey went kaput. <span class="msoins0">“</span>I have sentiments for you, I have started liking you<span class="msoins0">”</span>, I uttered. How can you even think about it, who are you. Do you know, my father is a retired colonel from the army. My mother owns a newspaper in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Hyderabad</st1:place></st1:City></st1:place></st1:City>, do you know how large her social circle is. And what family do you come from, your father is a grocer, a petty grocer. <span class="msoins0">"</span>But what is this if you don't love me, what are we doing here<span class="msoins0">”</span>, I barked. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Its all lust baby, you want sex, so do I. The only difference between us is that you are a guy and I am a girl. I can't stick to one person for more than a couple of weeks, I need to move on. It's just a fling, a game, a game in which you are rewarded with fun and sex, no strings attached. Now you've ruined my mood, get me some whiskey. <span class="msoins0">“</span>It's all over for us now, I don't want to see your face anymore<span class="msoins0">”</span>, I said. You are my guest, so stay here tonight. Tomorrow I'll drop you to wherever you'll say. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Drop me to Ruby Tuesday ….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com78tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-30492194987675653632008-03-21T20:57:00.001+05:302008-04-05T15:11:09.302+05:30Turmoil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDY9C9-bCq0AHJG8PN6itT78F33K1GtT8ktMHkeXQwHgDL7UsXdc9nyZ_ffS5a__AjBf04UgafXTnD4mBCrtqZVLyaCXfI2ugDp2TJNXyhjb-I0uC3_scYrUJc4zxQ1_c0uvvA_XeoiQhO/s1600-h/4cd4d948bb1a409a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDY9C9-bCq0AHJG8PN6itT78F33K1GtT8ktMHkeXQwHgDL7UsXdc9nyZ_ffS5a__AjBf04UgafXTnD4mBCrtqZVLyaCXfI2ugDp2TJNXyhjb-I0uC3_scYrUJc4zxQ1_c0uvvA_XeoiQhO/s320/4cd4d948bb1a409a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180217214165523874" border="0" /></a><br />The ticks of the clock<br /><br />The screech of the chalk<br /><br />The odd-man of flock<br /><br />The final knock<br /><br />This question this time<br /><br />This yearning this crime<br /><br />This ache at its prime<br /><br />This life is a mimeGonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-38018580028145994502008-03-21T18:44:00.006+05:302008-04-05T15:15:04.449+05:30Speedballin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJV6w3Eep_EKo4qUa1RRB2KCA8lXXGwTzEsOMzlAJfwWyc6iTP-XfW0gyq3D6kMaj39SfcmHhSKMvTgmGC3RM1xLZ3_ubwuzCHHOb08l6FSkrSgEKKCj8PR2u9R_fi4P8DDZ36gXG4ZS9/s1600-h/127dbb573a1744cd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJV6w3Eep_EKo4qUa1RRB2KCA8lXXGwTzEsOMzlAJfwWyc6iTP-XfW0gyq3D6kMaj39SfcmHhSKMvTgmGC3RM1xLZ3_ubwuzCHHOb08l6FSkrSgEKKCj8PR2u9R_fi4P8DDZ36gXG4ZS9/s320/127dbb573a1744cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180192367779716498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >One more tag and a double tag to boot, Man ! I am popular :P<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Got tagged by Shoop and Crazy this time for the same thing, a musical tag and music is my oxygen, thanks guys. Sorry for the delay, double sorry Shoop ji *Grins Sheepishly*. Here is the combined effort :D<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"><b>The rules are:</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;">1. Put your MP3 player/Media player on shuffle<br />2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.<br />3. You must write the name of the song no matter what.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Get ready for this<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh Yeah !!</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Twilight zone (2 Unlimited)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;">Ahoy !!<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Rock with you (Ashanti)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Usually skip this song but goes well with the question, hehe</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Heart go faster (Davey Brothers)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Faster ?? I feel lazy ...</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Fall like a rain (Lost)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Lost, yeah, right !</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Where do you go (No Mercy)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">No Comments</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Do Sumthing (Comp)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">I will, I will, trust me guys, I will</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >My Life (Dido)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Bingo :D</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Remember me (Hoobastank)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't care, really !</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT IS 2+2?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >This I promise you</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">My math teacher would be so proud of me right now :D</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Ain't talking about (Apollo 440)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">About what ??</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Wake me up (Wham)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">I wish !!</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Sleep (Poets of the fall)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">How did they come to know ???</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Even Angels Fall (</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Jessica Riddle</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">But I don't, me no angel, hehehe</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style=""> </span>Focus (Kashmir)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">On ?? :P</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Virtual Insanity (</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Jamiroquoi</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Nahiiiiiiiiii....Keh do ye jhooth hai</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Star 69 (Fatboy Slim)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">WTF !!</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >More Than You'll Ever Know</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">And its too late now too.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Don't speak (</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >No Doubt</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">That is correct</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?</span><o:p></o:p><br />Dirty (Darren Hayes)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Darn ! Everybody knows now !!</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >You a Pro (</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Sean Paul</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Pro bole to, hehehe</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Speedballin' (</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Outkast</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >)</span></p>I tag nobody!<br /><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-26620908561642404422008-03-16T10:26:00.002+05:302008-04-05T15:15:04.450+05:30Random strokes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbf6ntmRDJfoNEd1d3fBuX82OWHMeEgP4fNUuAjWE3VT-x7Uk37optD3DM-edMmD6Z4v7IbB3y7ea7IT-wGmQ67LGe7GGCwGKso0uzDJiWF6tKba3IaUApcvh1B7Fi05NzgEn5G6lqUPl/s1600-h/girl-painting-wall-red.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbf6ntmRDJfoNEd1d3fBuX82OWHMeEgP4fNUuAjWE3VT-x7Uk37optD3DM-edMmD6Z4v7IbB3y7ea7IT-wGmQ67LGe7GGCwGKso0uzDJiWF6tKba3IaUApcvh1B7Fi05NzgEn5G6lqUPl/s320/girl-painting-wall-red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178199188199654114" border="0" /></a><br /> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Tag times once again and this time, seven random things by <a href="http://crasiezt.blogspot.com">Ms. Randomness Personified</a> herself, so here we go:<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I get high on bird watching, it makes me feel good. I love it when beautiful girls are nearby. But I won't go and strike a conversation, I restrict it to watching only.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I can watch movies back to back, sometimes four to five in one go. The only condition is that I'll pick and decide the movies I want to watch.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I am very short tempered and very moody. But it is rare when I go and pick a fight with someone.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I am very lazy when it comes to shaving off my facial hair (just to make it clear what we are talking about) but I get these fits, once in a bluemoon, to look good or atleast fool myself into it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I love North Indian food and I am a big chicken freak/monster/slayer.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I avoid bath when I have to stay at home but I make sure that I don't stink :P<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I love big bikes and big cars and always dream to own one. Well, one of them each, to be precise and yeah, add one of each color too :D<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I tag:<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://keshigirl.blogspot.com">Keshi</a>, <a href="http://exuberance-umang.blogspot.com/">Umang</a>, <a href="http://chiseledthoughts.blogspot.com/">Rashi</a>, <a href="http://supriyanarang.blogspot.com/">Shoop</a>, <a href="http://poemsandprayersandpromises.blogspot.com/">Priya</a>, <a href="http://confessedsinner.blogspot.com/">Sinner</a>, <a href="http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/">Jiggs</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">What do you have to do? Just jot down 7 random things about yourself! That’s it really! And then tag 7 people too!!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-67746978102643797192008-03-07T18:46:00.001+05:302008-04-05T15:11:09.302+05:30Man - the new God of Earth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGIGU7B2mJ64jlzVeyLm677axDK4hhHQkeT_TmnuF-jzey0eXzCLWv6CxXchm6IVrbAXSGK9CtybJKlYNdugT9G5LZNg8n1nFhIL0XNzF9ml_1BEbfAKXM44Wt1oprFXsXzvm-Xrjc0GQ/s1600-h/ec081d8c22dbc60d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGIGU7B2mJ64jlzVeyLm677axDK4hhHQkeT_TmnuF-jzey0eXzCLWv6CxXchm6IVrbAXSGK9CtybJKlYNdugT9G5LZNg8n1nFhIL0XNzF9ml_1BEbfAKXM44Wt1oprFXsXzvm-Xrjc0GQ/s320/ec081d8c22dbc60d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174988393623531170" border="0" /></a><br />Buildings towering<br /><br />upon their shadows<br /><br />Monsters rising<br /><br />out of the earth's womb<br /><br />Columns of iron<br /><br />hugging each other<br /><br />Mirrors kiss and gaze<br /><br />the enigma of glass maze<br /><br />Simple structures<br /><br />forming complex creatures<br /><br />Angles and arcs<br /><br />by joints and sparks<br /><br />Harmony of cement and steel<br /><br />or the jungle of concrete<br /><br />For no dust gathers on the glass<br /><br />unless where man has broken earthGonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-89981335136703758882008-03-02T17:33:00.002+05:302008-04-05T15:17:21.940+05:30My New BlogVisit us at:<br /><br />http://kickdirt.blogspot.com/<br /><br /><br />Note: Hamare yahan par har prakaar ki gaadi ka kaam tasalli baksh kiya jata haiGonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-56100747233151671362008-02-27T14:52:00.005+05:302008-04-05T15:11:09.303+05:30First Day First Show<div style="text-align: justify;">While going through my old documents, found this stupid-ass poem I wrote on the first day of my college:<br /><br />First day in the college<br />frightened was I<br />How to face seniors<br />What about teachers' sai<br />Don't know about technical wish<br />but will learn after a few tries<br />Everyone wants to chop my hair<br />everyone wants to share "Malai" -- Milk fat<br />How to shield against ragging<br />need wings to fly<br />Not to stare at girls<br />not to say HI<br />They queried about eatables<br />have to tell a lie<br />Saw a number of couples<br />that go singing by<br />Below there feet is "Maal Road" -- Road to Girls' hostel<br />above their heads is pretty sky<br />There are a lot of idiots<br />to whom I have to say "Bhai" -- Brother<br />Although I can write much more<br />But I have to go to "Nai" --Barber<br /><br />Here is the unedited version of the poem or whatever you want to call it. Although I wanted to change it to make it look a bit maturer and correct but then the idiot factor would've been lost. This one reminded me of earlier poems by CHEESY CHAMELI (kyon bey, hai na teri takkar ki !! :P)<br /></div>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-63654618701659228152008-02-15T16:08:00.001+05:302008-04-05T15:11:09.303+05:30Call of the beast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSX1lPWgA2JEDJWBujBZoXBOAZieoPTdSz9fX9XCJkWP3eNxCN8LRrcSaWCGjDfcVZ7VCNbHWV5LgKgpvoFM1dBkxjhq1sCW1jHRCm0yCnL8pDTVYYWeI_j4dK3qug6v6C9NkXs32kUB9/s1600-h/splash!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSX1lPWgA2JEDJWBujBZoXBOAZieoPTdSz9fX9XCJkWP3eNxCN8LRrcSaWCGjDfcVZ7VCNbHWV5LgKgpvoFM1dBkxjhq1sCW1jHRCm0yCnL8pDTVYYWeI_j4dK3qug6v6C9NkXs32kUB9/s320/splash!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167155193553293458" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">Red radium lit hands </p> <p class="MsoNormal">against the black dial</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The chrono croons the time</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Its thirty four past one </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Night is young, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">peaking to its bloom</p> <p class="MsoNormal">time to hit the road</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Metal into metal</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and the beast grunts</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Two beams of white light </p> <p class="MsoNormal">piercing the heart of night</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The night suddenly wakes up</p> <p class="MsoNormal">to the loud shrieks of </p> <p class="MsoNormal">rubber crunching gravel </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Fire in the belly of the beast</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and a large growl </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A grey dot zigzagging </p> <p class="MsoNormal">along a greyer line</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Flashing past the blinking lights</p>Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-33563874214116990262008-02-12T13:11:00.000+05:302008-04-05T15:11:09.303+05:30सवाल एक अस्तित्व कानामुमकिन तो नही है<br />काटना यह पल<br />तन्हाई समेटे हुए<br />सारे जहाँ की<br />भीड़ के घेराव में भी<br />काटता कचोटता सूनापन<br />आवाजें भेद नही पाती अब<br />कानों की गहराइयां<br />हर मंज़र धुंधला है<br />यादों की धुंध तले <br />एक टीस उठती है<br />रह रह कर<br />चीखती चिल्लाती हुई<br />मानो कह रही हो<br />कब तक रहेगा तू<br />कब तक सहेगा तूGonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-3695261918414746232008-02-10T13:43:00.000+05:302008-04-05T15:11:09.303+05:30Cerebral Palsy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaj__hW8PKwLv28wdGL8ZUB70pMeH8Qlvd8K8sW8vo2uvdRgjOCzp_fN7oIyA43YROi5stiz7bm7W89U72_XgfI2V6ZUnCA8e78vtSOqyApqc3ylY0wOAcE3TXfiNb7krO0JGU0xS_Zh9/s1600-h/e1d985fa78b7def7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaj__hW8PKwLv28wdGL8ZUB70pMeH8Qlvd8K8sW8vo2uvdRgjOCzp_fN7oIyA43YROi5stiz7bm7W89U72_XgfI2V6ZUnCA8e78vtSOqyApqc3ylY0wOAcE3TXfiNb7krO0JGU0xS_Zh9/s320/e1d985fa78b7def7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165262727883460738" border="0" /></a><br />I was used to loneliness<br /><br />and then things changed<br /><br />It all started for fun<br /><br />and then things changed<br /><br />Calm and sanity were off springs<br /><br />and then things changed<br /><br />Jealousy and possession creped in<br /><br />Now I want things to change<br /><br />The question now floats in my cranium<br /><br />Was I happy being sad ??Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-5717195611749581452008-02-09T00:08:00.001+05:302008-04-05T15:17:21.941+05:30Memoirs of my journey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZDW0sXw34d9GY_7G7y6iAsXDiUQa4NtGwkaIe35G9RS2xkqgl3_tsReN6oFnSsyucoqXJuiub0YO8jm7TcpI2nYE6osdBNxnOSQ8gklSl4VVVEGBP_Vi8X4EjG0gx34aVUl4ILzvmT1V/s1600-h/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZDW0sXw34d9GY_7G7y6iAsXDiUQa4NtGwkaIe35G9RS2xkqgl3_tsReN6oFnSsyucoqXJuiub0YO8jm7TcpI2nYE6osdBNxnOSQ8gklSl4VVVEGBP_Vi8X4EjG0gx34aVUl4ILzvmT1V/s320/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164684071828684722" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >Whenever I used to hear this word blogging, I used to wonder what's the big deal, why so much hype. And then one fine day, out of curiosity, I thought of giving it a shot. What started as a trial, changed to time pass, transformed into hobby and morphed into an obsession.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >And today I'm celebrating first anniversary of my whimsical cyber life and everyone's invited (Oh yeah Samsung, go ahead, sue me!)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >And to sum up this year, here is the list of my favorite Dhabas along this highway:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-they-say-life-is-beautiful.html">…and they say life is beautiful</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-searchnight.html">Re-search @ night</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-lie-here.html">I lie here</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-you-ever-felt-being-nobody-have.html">Nobody</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/09/sex-amidst-ringtones.html">Sex amidst ringtones</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-are-invited.html">You are invited</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/07/diabolic.html">Diabolic</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/08/present-lost.html">Present lost</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/09/because-i-love-my-job.html">Because I love my job</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/10/alone-i-bleed.html">Alone I bleed</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-have-title-for-this.html">I don’t have a title for this</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/12/deja-vu.html">Déjà vu</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2007/12/tranquility.html">Tranquility</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2008/01/robbed-soul.html">A robbed soul</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://johanybravo.blogspot.com/2008/01/through-eyes-of-puppet.html">Through the eyes of a puppet</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a name="OLE_LINK2"></a><a name="OLE_LINK1"><span style="">Uffff, long list…..</span></a>You guys are patient to have reached here, have a piece of the cake as your reward :D</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p>HAPPY B'DAY MY BLOG !!Gonecase aka. Shutter Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15605743321099988868noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9050159009471665455.post-82793489476555886732008-02-08T12:58:00.000+05:302008-04-05T15:17:21.941+05:30ITYT - IT's Young Tabloid<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Ah! Not another PC Today!! Don’t worry, this isn’t your regular “techie mag” or that boring newsletter you use to wipe dirt off your shoes! This is a magazine yes, but unconventional, interesting, information-laden, and paperless (sorry you’ll still have to use that newsletter for your dirty shoes). <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">But before we launch our e-magazine we want you to tell us what is it that YOU want to read? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">We want to rekindle your interests, make life exciting, unwind your brain and of course yearn for our magazine, edition after edition.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Here it goes..take this little survey and help us</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">:</span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <a href="javascript:ajaxInlinePopup('SurveyLink', '/console/showDistribution.do?mode=link')"><span class="ej8B8e"></span><span id="1fyw"></span></a><a href="http://www.zoomerang.com/survey.zgi?p=WEB227D37B6KVX">http://www.zoom<wbr>erang.com/surve<wbr>y.zgi?p=WEB227D<wbr>37B6KVX</a><br /><br />ThanksGonecase aka. 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