<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753</id><updated>2012-02-15T07:10:30.050+05:30</updated><category term='h'/><category term='b'/><category term='J'/><category term='I'/><title type='text'>K.C speaks !</title><subtitle type='html'>Every Evening we come back home ...
 Every night when u lay down to sleep ..
 Thousands of questions ...  with millions of possible answers .. may ponder in our mind ..  
 Yet again every moment of respite .. 
 One can only wonder .. how the questions remain unanswered .. 
So , i write .. i write  to  raise those questions ...
At times to answer some of those .. 
...^K.c^....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3689309634405762522</id><published>2012-01-07T00:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:56:10.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Death -The mystery of Life...#1</title><content type='html'>Hi all, i am back after a really long break. 2011 has ended on a worst possible note... dad passed away one day prior to X mas. For first time loss of somebody struck like a bolt of lightening....and all the formalities that follow death of a loved one were performed and understood by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i start with all that... there are memories i would like to record here today..&lt;br /&gt;- Being the youngest son in the house i have been the loved and pampered kid... always,&lt;br /&gt;  i was always a mamma's boy since childhood... i had several misunderstandings/arguments with dad as a teenager/youngster. Once we never spoke for a year almost after engineering when i took a drop and studied for getting an admission into MBA... dad was clearly unhappy about the drop... and we dint speak although we stayed in same house.. &lt;br /&gt; The day i got an admission into MBA, my father was the proudest man i had ever seen him in years... we never had any tiffs after that for last 5 years.. He never questioned me and i never argued any thing he asked.&lt;br /&gt; I dont quite know how to put that moment into words... but in my soul i know that day onwards everything changed for both of us towards each other... &lt;br /&gt; # Dad used to love delicious food(home made) and junk food 2... as kids we used to wait eagerly every sunday as he got us aloo wadi and boondi sev from D-Damodar. &lt;br /&gt; # Dad was extremely supportive and happy when i got into school cricket team(which till day is one accomplishment that makes me feel most happy about myself). he used to eagerly ask how practice went everyday ... In days when we were in a really bad financial shape he had given me money to spend on whites/gloves inspite of several resistances from mom...&lt;br /&gt; # Dad was a big fan of watching cricket matches and both of us have spent numerous hours and we have seen many many victories /defeats... and discussed cricket for hours during matches... On working days he used to call home and enquire the cricket score from me always.&lt;br /&gt; # There was a very soft moment just few days before my marriage when i was going to change my decision to get married to Bulz... he was the person who had explained me that how big a step it was for her and there fore it was important that i should understand the situation... reminded me how few days back when i had told him "that i would marry her coz we both had loved each other like no one else could have loved us" Today our married life is a heaven , but had he not guided me on the delicate moment donno how things would ve gone.&lt;br /&gt; # Dad was a government employee in finance department and could have made tons of money in wrong ways... inspite of corrupt colleaques he never resorted to those means although it meant lots of mental stress to him and several transfers coz of dislike of seniors on his stance....he was the most honest person i have known.... as i work today i know how difficult his situation must ve been and i wud ve never been able to maintain such a stance if i had been in his position...&lt;br /&gt; # dad passed away when i was not near him... i reallly really really wish we cud ve had a last word... My heart just sinks and eyes get heavy every time i remember this i miss u dad... I wish we cud ve had just that one final word...&lt;br /&gt; # ..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3689309634405762522?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3689309634405762522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3689309634405762522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3689309634405762522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3689309634405762522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2012/01/death-mystery-of-life1.html' title='Death -The mystery of Life...#1'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1293677992778086472</id><published>2011-11-20T23:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:00:06.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ghazal Nite...</title><content type='html'>I was in Kolkatta on an official trip couple of days back ... well no comments on how the trip went... but surely there was something worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In evening after a really tiring day an unusual Ghazal nite was organised in a banquet amidst darkness only candles glowing all around with the ghazal artists sitting on a gaddi like movies along with there instruments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Evening began on a low note as initially when they were singing nobody was listening..as the evening gathered momentum eventually all of  us were loving the  music accumulated on same table glasses of wine really helped... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a really relaxing end to the day as they sang old classics from Rajesh khanna/ dev anand / kishore kumar/Raj kapoor/mohd rafi... era late into the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At end of it all... people were drunk and floating partly in the tunes of all songs and partly because of the high of alcohol and en they danced. I felt good, especially after a really bad day at office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing : Thi chachni si har uski baat...&lt;br /&gt;               Maaeri aap hi hasdi aap hi rondi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1293677992778086472?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1293677992778086472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1293677992778086472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1293677992778086472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1293677992778086472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/11/ghazal-nite.html' title='Ghazal Nite...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6941821046200974174</id><published>2011-11-14T23:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:34:52.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi ki yehi reet hai....</title><content type='html'>Avoiding the inevitable is not something all can accomplish.... definitely rising back from ashes post destruction is only what champions can do... rest of the lot has to linger in the waves of relentless torture that they were only avoiding all the time...&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;          Jin andhero se bhagte rahe... chupte rahe..&lt;br /&gt;          Zindagi ke harr  kone mai.. apne hi ankhon ki band palkon mai...&lt;br /&gt;          aksar unse hi milte rahe...&lt;br /&gt;          Kabhi nashe ki gehraiyo mai...&lt;br /&gt;          Kabhi beete samay ki bhuli bisri yaadon mai...&lt;br /&gt;          Toh kabhi apne vartmaan ki khamiyo mai...&lt;br /&gt;          Aksar unhi andhero se baar baar samna karte rahe..&lt;br /&gt;          satya ka samna hi karna sikhe tab &lt;br /&gt;          apne bhayy pe jeet sake...&lt;br /&gt;          Jo na sikh paye woh bas... zindagi bhar un andheron se bachte rahe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6941821046200974174?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6941821046200974174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6941821046200974174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6941821046200974174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6941821046200974174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/11/zindagi-ki-yehi-reet-hai.html' title='Zindagi ki yehi reet hai....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7198290634446685598</id><published>2011-11-13T13:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:29:24.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sadda Haqq....... Rokkshtar !</title><content type='html'>I went to see the movie, very much with minimal expectations.. abstract topics cannot be mastered by all... and how can we make a good portrait of a breed which is non existent in our land... ie Rockstars. Its like star nahi... but star pe movie hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Does not work always, for lovers of rock music are frantic and different for sure but definitely no rockstar in India or abroad will be followed by school girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yes woes of being a celebrity are shown, but nowhere have they shown how the star has evolved... or life or how differently life of a rockkstar is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally, the new actress looks charming but her acting is really pathetic. It reminded me of college days, when indeed girls from kashmir really pretty... enough to stand out in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Songs of the movie are good, but then we dont need to watch them in a theatre... i think first half was fine... towards the end it was choking and only funny part in second half was a small kid being led out of the hall while she was shouting "BYE BYE TV "  BYE BYE TV.... yea it was kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All in all, i was expecting something like DevD, Girl in yellow boots... which  although were not entertainers but sticking to respective subjects went into details.. Rockstar however lacks entertainment or the attention to details required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ranbeer kapoor by all means has the potential to become the Next SRK of the industry and he has done justice his part.... however script just lacks sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Movie neverthless will be remembered for Mohit chauhan/a.r rehman as we all know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7198290634446685598?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7198290634446685598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7198290634446685598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7198290634446685598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7198290634446685598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/11/sadda-haqq-rokkshtar.html' title='Sadda Haqq....... Rokkshtar !'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1709252231376242790</id><published>2011-11-07T19:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:31:14.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gali mai aaj chand nikla....</title><content type='html'>Shabdon se dard pahuchta agar...&lt;br /&gt;        Toh uski dawa   sargam mai hoti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "If words could hurt people... there is never a better medicine then melodies... "&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse words can hurt people... and equally true is that melodies have healing powers... (not talking about chocolatty melody of parle... but musical melodies..)&lt;br /&gt;Many a times when moods are low...  a song has bought up spirits.. its applicable to all human being s i d say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Did not realize coz somebody 's words hurt me today... but just felt so relaxed listening to old (90's songs) melodies   today.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think , its a begining of the realization that the blog needs to be revamped... with a new look... more topics on posts starting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Topic of the post has nothing to do with post obviously... just a song playing which changed my mind and i decided to make the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS song playing : Ab mujhe raat din tumhara hi khayal hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to mutlee... who is raat din duba hua in khayal of somebody :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ! &lt;br /&gt;Also planning to open a blog on marketing/profession/product development... as i think after 3 years i need to start writing on it as my mind is working on new scheme of things day in day out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1709252231376242790?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1709252231376242790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1709252231376242790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1709252231376242790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1709252231376242790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/11/gali-mai-aaj-chand-nikla.html' title='Gali mai aaj chand nikla....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-8443815391968858452</id><published>2011-10-22T00:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:18:02.602+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TIRANGA ---~</title><content type='html'>iTS  a movie i have seen many times.. as a kid i used to watch it every time when it was broad casted on 15th august... (along with border ofcourse)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Some dialogues which we really dont find these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Aandu paandu samjha hai kya ? (Nana patekar)&lt;br /&gt; 2. Woh dushmani hi kya jo mehengi na pade ! (RAJJKUMAR)&lt;br /&gt; 3. Humm aankhon se surma nahi nikalte ... aankhein hi nikaal lete hai taaki surma na laga sake... (Rajjjkumarrr )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Above all... Villains name.."Pralaynath"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And super funny missiles.. Pralay 1 , 2 and 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to think of it, this movie was a hit ! infact a superhit....&lt;br /&gt;I am sure next generation will write worst things about DABANNG !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-8443815391968858452?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/8443815391968858452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=8443815391968858452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8443815391968858452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8443815391968858452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/10/tiranga.html' title='TIRANGA ---~'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7316728913690356610</id><published>2011-10-06T01:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-06T02:16:59.118+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Outward</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;      Just came back from a 2 day trip from pune. Travel is again back on radar as a high priority and next few months i am going to pack my bags and be on a move every now and then. Pune is clearly a city i have never understood yet, capital of ancient maharashtra/Maratha kingdom, is growing rapidly with buildings booming left, right and centre... Development is on the horizon everywhere... but with so much of Lethargy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Shops do not open before 10 am in morning... are closed in afternoon between 1-4 PM... Ofcourse close down early.. (I mean all commercial markets... donno residential but under norms it shd be a similar pattern). Million dollar question is how do Punekar's manage ? Or are they not concerned... (dat being the case i cudnt envy them any more) i stayed 6 months in Kore gaon park 2 years back. I fell in love with the place. Pune unfortunately is just not the JOB hub so i guess moving will never be an option, Pace of the city is just not visible , but development is just so huge.Winters are lovely ,... summers worst just like most parts of Maharashtra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2 of my best pals are from pune and although we used to have discussions a plenty previously on there hometown, my opinion was non existent, however now i would like to bring up the topic to know from them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tommrw is a holiday and i am going to relax. Maybe go out with buls in afternoon. High on agenda is buying a super comfortable couch... at best possible price. I am eagerly waiting for winters to start in gurgaon... Just enjoy the thought of having HOT Soup/Chocolate/Maggi... in chilly winters... although will have a tough time when out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last 2-3 months have been very stressful and i have been able to relax only since last 6-7 days.. i guess accepting that you have to work out your way from tough situations is only way you can come up from dark patches... lets see. My manager tells me that tough times in his career thought him the most... as an outsider i see that   they might have thought him a lot but have definitely kept him 2-3 levels below where he should have been ideally. So how does one pick whether he should get tough situations in career or just be lucky... either ways choice doesnt help and u gotto face the music when time comes anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever going has got tough in studies/Work i have kind of disconnected myself from thinking beyond in past ... for now i have been able to think beyond work... about myself/Home. Its kind of a development i believe.  Anyways Happy Dassehra to all ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, wondering about holiday location around year end.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7316728913690356610?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7316728913690356610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7316728913690356610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7316728913690356610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7316728913690356610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/10/outward.html' title='Outward'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6140188908671902628</id><published>2011-09-22T22:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:56:01.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enthusiasm...</title><content type='html'>Ever been out on a sunny day ... when suddenly climate changes... there is breeze and suddenly drizzles.. one of the most relaxing feelings in life. Climate used to often change in such a way in dharwad... And come to think of it, yes it was definitely something i liked.  Enthusiasm is also an emotion which just comes around from nowhere and suddenly one feels relaxed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In enthusiastic moods, no amount of work can be enough for me... No matter how much you got i can say just bring it on... Unthinkable can be achieved. On other hand when mood is not so upbeat everything just lags. Professional life is full of ups and downs, but successful personalities are  definitely the enthusiastic lot. Hard to maintain but i cudnt disagree on this one. What makes somebody enthusiastic...    donno .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 2 most enthusiastic personalities i know of are Wifey and mutlee... where wifey is always enthusiastic about shopping.. Mutlee is super enthusiastic about sleeping on afternoons during weekends/holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very enthusiastic about playing Counterstrike /Cricket at all times. Even today the thought can pull me up from worst depressions. I remember going for Night LAN parties with Irfan... we played a lot.. unfortunately never got enough !!&lt;br /&gt; Used to play counterstrike all night long...  clan matches were so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also enthusiastic about meeting friends in garden... used to travel all the way from churchgate to vashi after being in college from early morning till late night.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i remmember all this today ? Donno , just that i had tht kkind of feeling today although i dont know why ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing :  Ab dil chahe ,... khamoshi ke hothon  pe likh du...&lt;br /&gt;                 Baatein teri...&lt;br /&gt;               O rabba mai toh mar gaya ooyee !!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6140188908671902628?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6140188908671902628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6140188908671902628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6140188908671902628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6140188908671902628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/09/enthusiasm.html' title='Enthusiasm...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-4387586223336237114</id><published>2011-09-11T01:58:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-11T02:28:30.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>millionS would not suffice...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes , i wonder what with all the money we earn. When will it be enough.. Sometimes people keep saying , whats all with spending so much on stuff like shoes, clothes, food,liquor ... bla bla.. you are almost convinced until you walk into a shop and get immersed into the fantasies of owning all the priced possessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sab moh maaya hai.. Nirantar hum isi khoj mai hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like greats have said, Honi ko kaun taal sakta hai.. (what is destined shall happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Similarly, everytime we see that great watch... or that new mobile in a store you have the urge to own it. I know, money is to be saved, invested and used wisely... But damm, who knows how long one is going to live. And if we live, i am sure we will work and earn... stuck in the race for once i guess !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Definitely millions would not suffice. List is endless, single purchase is just not enough. I think, both of us are like that... wifey and me. Will to control any urge is nil. Being in gurgaon doesnt help. Latest stuff is everywhere.. you dont have to go searching anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last month when we went to Leh, everyone was saying  they dint feel like going back.. i was only wondering how many days i cud spend there... i think 7 was maximum, Out ofwill i mean here... having survived 2 years of Hubli i can push time anywhere.. but willingly i wudnt !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whole point is when millions would not suffice what are saving for ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-4387586223336237114?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/4387586223336237114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=4387586223336237114' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>4 years back and now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6905084546466017120?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6905084546466017120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6905084546466017120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6905084546466017120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6905084546466017120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/09/recap_09.html' title='Recap .'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7565500529906047620</id><published>2011-09-09T00:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:25:23.638+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recap .</title><content type='html'>4 years back and now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7565500529906047620?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3936069949809863536</id><published>2011-09-04T13:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:08:25.038+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its Complicated...</title><content type='html'>       Yesterday we saw That girl in yellow boots. One thing getting peculiar  in modern day cinema is increasing directors want to portray topics closer to harsh reality of our society... Facts cannot be denied, but there is this increasing obsession in the film industry on making movies about Delhi/Mumbai... on harsh subjects within our society... I am not of the view that we should hold back from making movies, but people who have actually been part of the social nexus will agree that our society has positives which have never been portrayed... On the name of reality based movies we are creating more psychopathic dramas with complicated endings, somehow all of it happens in Mumbai/delhi. Indians will themselves need to take notice that India is much more then just Mumbai and delhi... Each state/city has life and a story to tell..  I am honestly bugged with all the Mumbai and delhi fiasco especially when its all got to do only with Mundane issues which are applicable to all parts of India/World.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That girl in yellow boots... to some people will be simply gross.. I think, it shows a practical side of a young girls life who (again has suffered abuse for Nth time).. who like  any youth is guarding her emotions from this world.. adding fire to her insecurities of Nobody cares for her...Although seriously movie would have much more impact if it was shorter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions will be complicated whether Mumbai or delhi... or any shit part of this world , definitely Mumbai no longer has the mass appeal it used to have say  5 years back. So bollywood seriously needs to move on as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has issues... some spend a lifetime in resolving, somewill just ignore and move on with new things... but 70% of Junta in todays world is just too tied up with routine to care. So i am seriously for happy endings, all the more  these days because sadness is just too boring, unless i am atleast coming to know of something new that i am unaware off... which bollywood has never had to offer in ages.. For them emotions of Indian people only have shades of grey which are inclined towards Dark and nothing positive... They seriously need to interview some happy people if there are any so that a wave of happiness can spread in our movies... and weekends get lively !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Either ways , for godsake leave delhi and Mumbai... and go on to new places. As far as i m concerned , these days i dont feel like writing much.. I just hold on to thoughts. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3936069949809863536?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3936069949809863536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3936069949809863536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3936069949809863536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3936069949809863536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-complicated.html' title='Its Complicated...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-188857289671441429</id><published>2011-08-11T19:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:55:51.669+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LAdakh inc ....</title><content type='html'>      Come sunday... i m off to Srinagar/KargiL/Leh/ladakh. With wifey and college friends..Last 4 months have been stressful, i guess we deserve a break. I know i knw.. all of us think we deserve a break but not all of us are getting a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But i ve got mine. Wifey has gone beserk wondering what she will wear in cold conditions.. My manager has been shocked since he heard i m leaving. he approved the leave 3 months back and yesterday it came a shock to him when i said i will be on leave for 1,2,3,4,5,..... days !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once he could not say i do not plan in advance. But anyways, that hardly matters .. I am really looking forward to the trip, i have heard/read a lot about the place and hope it lives upto the expectations. Memories go back to college trips when nights were about non stop drinking ... one time we had got drunk and sat on the road at midnight. I am not a regular drinker but somehow with friends around i am a natural drinker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet, this time with all the wives around not all  will be drinking on the road...besides i am sure all of us have changed now. Last week has been very hectic, what with all the hastles of Home loan processing, payments, documentations...not to forget the work pressure which is really catching up these days. Myself/Y/S/A have been on several trips together and i do not remember one boring trip... So , i am sure this one is gonno rock too... Although wifey is petrified she will get bored as i wont have enough time for her... She doesnt get drunk also... hence her parameters for entertainment are quite high :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i reckon scenic beauty will hold us all charmed throughout the next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao !!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-188857289671441429?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/188857289671441429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=188857289671441429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/188857289671441429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/188857289671441429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/08/ladakh-inc.html' title='LAdakh inc ....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-8349896581440324867</id><published>2011-07-14T20:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:02:31.127+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mainu bada hi Jarooori !!</title><content type='html'>2 days 3 nights in Mumbai and i feel so charged up !! I guess its not the city, its just that as an individual i am not so adept at adapting !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a super perfect trip this time... we reached on friday and rested. &lt;br /&gt;On saturday i met friends in afternoon myself, A.D, Khedya, Y., RP  and cool nins... over bottles of beer and loads of liqor. Like they say, khub jamega rang jab mil baithenge 4 char... All of us like to remind ourselves of fabulous past... but best part about being with friends is that you can still dream of a great future. We hopped from one place to other...from Vikhroli to Bandra... Getting sloshed is a tradition and this time it was RP. we went to cooper hospital at 2.30 AM for the famous Bhurji Paav/Pav bhaji. Then got back home at 3.30.. Next day we went to bandra for shopping again and in evening met Ando and Muttz. (Red was not there... and was missed) Wifey had her own plans...  Mom inspite of being a housewife all the time... did point out that she was glad we dint interfere in each other s proceedings, when she saw wifey went to meet her friends(colleaques) and i proceeded to meet mine.. (Although, i wanted to tell her wifey does threaten about beating me up for going my ways every now and then..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i feel i should visit every 2-3 months... need that. Not tht gurgaon is hopeless , but it is not where friends are.. So,.. U See.. I am glad , this time wifey forced me to go to bbay inspite of me not being in the mood.. Since we are saving up money for our first home! But it  was worth every bit.. And Y paid forall the drinks so :D , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sweety sweety , tera pyaar chahidaaa...&lt;br /&gt;    Mainu bada hi Jaroori !! ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-8349896581440324867?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/8349896581440324867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=8349896581440324867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8349896581440324867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8349896581440324867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/07/mainu-bada-hi-jarooori.html' title='Mainu bada hi Jarooori !!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2531029157334535526</id><published>2011-07-07T21:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:36:37.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mera Wallet Chori Ho Gaya !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1Hu48ms7_M/ThXZXNPexhI/AAAAAAAAANk/ARShGuwGqkI/s1600/Freaked_out_cartoon_character.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1Hu48ms7_M/ThXZXNPexhI/AAAAAAAAANk/ARShGuwGqkI/s400/Freaked_out_cartoon_character.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626642302184113682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      What with the ever increasing fuel prices and inflation... EMI's the comman man is tempted to say.. Paise ki koi value nahi, mera wallet toh mano khali hogaya hai... But this post is not about the khali pocket of common man. Its about the chori (illusionary) of wallet of an uncoman woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday evening, we decided to watch delhi belly for second time.. i left office in a hush to watch the movie. We had ordered for home delivery of mattress, after the delivery was done we had to head to the cinema hall. Door bell rang, the delivery person came and asked for the money,(the show begins here) Wifey got up to give the money... but  ooopss.... (Wallet kaha hai ?) She rushed downstairs... i donno what happened for next 10mins... until i got a call from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able to find my wallet, please search it at home... i am going to the market to search the wallet( i wondered if she could find it in a big complexin the dark,) i gave up on the possibility right away, searched in the house... dintfind it... needless to say she dintfind  it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back home. gave me car keys, said u have to give money to the delivery person who was by now cribbing to wifey. I rescued him before she could explode on him...(Most people have an exploding point when there tolerance is breached, but wifey has mini exploding levels... which are breached every now and then (which i experience many times for being as lazy as iam) however far beyond the explosion points lies an ultimate blasting point. The look on her face showed that she had skipped the exploding points and was  gonno blast, i was petrified(:D) and left the spot immediately , paid the delivery guy. By that time she called again, saying she wanted to check the car . (Btwn the wallet had 4 credit cards , 2 debit cards, PAN card, License and a lot of cash she had just withdrawn) she dint find the wallet in the car then again she decided to go to market this time with me... to search for the wallet) We went to subway... (where madam bought a sandwitch and came home) we made the sub way person check the dustbin (Thought process was that some body took the money fromwallet and kindly popped the wallet into the dustbin) Obviously nothing was found there... or on the way to parking.. or at parking spot..  All the time i gave wifey subtle hints tht she should focus on cancelling credit cards...  We reached home searched.. the local parking lot and searched home again..(definitely we wer not watching delhi belly now..it was already interval time)&lt;br /&gt;Wifey was so pissed she could not even shout at bank people in call centre who were irritatingly delaying the cancellation, i felt  more concerned picturing myself as the only victim of the blast that would occur soon...) All the time i was quiet... (i think that was mantra of my success that night, i got away.. i mean i could have been blamed for being lazy, not supporting, maybe i would get blamed for delhi men travelling in ladies compartment...lol)&lt;br /&gt;Wifey finally said , she could not believe inspite of being so careful she had lost a wallet with all important stuff and a careless brat like me had never lost anything (which was a Bang , whoom, Bashhhhhhh on my face) But being a nice , sweet, gentleman that i am , i just reminded her that i had lost a new car in an accident worth Rs. 3 lacs almost went in DRAINSs... ) Not so surprisingly she cheered up... and i stopped her from reaching the blasting point yet again !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways next morning we were going to police station to file a complaint for PAN card lost... when we were about to get into the car next morning, Like a hawk i spotted the wallet from a distance below the front seat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been convincing wifey to say thank you to me every hour since... if she is not in front of me she should message me a thank you... But she is clearly mannerless and CARELESS TOOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cheers ,&lt;br /&gt;We got the wallet back.. Plus tht gives me a chance for cracking my favourite "i lost my wallet jokes" (although i didnt dare to crack them till wallet was found)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR now i have saved the world... its a safe place... BLAST POINT has been avoided !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2531029157334535526?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2531029157334535526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2531029157334535526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2531029157334535526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2531029157334535526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/07/mera-wallet-chori-ho-gaya.html' title='Mera Wallet Chori Ho Gaya !!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1Hu48ms7_M/ThXZXNPexhI/AAAAAAAAANk/ARShGuwGqkI/s72-c/Freaked_out_cartoon_character.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2110882842382644511</id><published>2011-06-08T23:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:36:38.618+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In a world full of sensitive alarms...</title><content type='html'>What irritates most is how we ignore... that a clap is possible when two hands meet. Can we merely keep one hand stationary... and expect other hand to sacrifice/make a choice to go and meet the other hand.. when that happens person may be paralysed. In life actions have consequences.. we cannot act and evaluate that action was against our belief. If such is the case, why act in first case.. or why blow a trumpet of beliefs we never had in first case. All of us are unique, but all of us have similarities.. our unique actions may well get highlighted as our qualities/aspects of personality... but actions similar to what world does cannot be looked on as shortcomings.. coz we end up doing anything only because of the situation we land ourselves into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Other thing that happens is when we reflect on past.. we are bound to think, this could have been done like that..and what happened then cud have been better.. Well, in my opinion this is something that will never end. No matter what one gets ! Only loudly ringing bells of our own sensitive alarms.. Its not a world for  sensitive souls though ! Mind it..&lt;br /&gt;I am in just one of those black is black and white is white frame of mind .. so bas likh diya !&lt;br /&gt;K.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2110882842382644511?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2110882842382644511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2110882842382644511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2110882842382644511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2110882842382644511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-world-full-of-sensitive-alarms.html' title='In a world full of sensitive alarms...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-4066680482065590080</id><published>2011-06-01T22:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:05:44.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One minute please !!!</title><content type='html'>In a busy busy world, too often we are left with the single line... to barge into other people's work or impression of being busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Strange how you react exactly the same way others react when you say this. I think its the single most irritating line in corporate world that is doing the rounds of all matrix organisations currently. Hazards of working with multiple departments/functions means a lot of requests for "One minute ", many people restrain from using it , until few mails are ignored but finally it does get down to it. It reaches limits when people call you and ask "do you have one minute to spare" so that they can come down and speak to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Corporate world runs on the foundations of multiple one minute requests ... However, personally i feel  one who ends up honouring all requests and answering all queries is the one who earns respect and is always looked upto. (Also gets a fat package, that fellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like at office , same at home...one minute requests are changing as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep for one minute more...&lt;br /&gt;I am coming , just a minute...&lt;br /&gt;Can i relax for a minute plz ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-4066680482065590080?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/4066680482065590080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=4066680482065590080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4066680482065590080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4066680482065590080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-minute-please.html' title='One minute please !!!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-4556950864542199421</id><published>2011-05-25T00:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:29:10.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unreal...</title><content type='html'>Expectations do get close to the title in life too often for anybody to deny it, inspite of having been extremely practical most of my life.. unfortunately i do end up with that feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its not that my bag is full of dissappointments currently but like bulz often used to tell that everything cant be black or white... a grey world exists. However tuned  into classifying black and white... i have never been a section of the crowd that easily lets things rely  on possibilities. Most responses/decisions have become so calculated, almost in a pursuit of accuracy ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The imaginations are almost being curtailed as unreal too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a strange feeling when you reflect on old times... and even more puzzling when you feel you want to get back to being unrealistic again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now life is simple and nice. We went to delhi haat on weekend. I wanted to carry the camera but just forgot.Delhi has many weekend spots , which are light on pocket too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next  on target is ranthambore... i so wanna spot a tiger !! Now that has become like an almost unreal expectation again... tiger sightings are that difficult these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-4556950864542199421?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/4556950864542199421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=4556950864542199421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4556950864542199421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4556950864542199421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/05/unreal.html' title='Unreal...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7203820365154163507</id><published>2011-05-19T00:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:50:40.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 days in Mumbai</title><content type='html'>In galiyo se hamara rishta purana hai...&lt;br /&gt;    Bhul ke bhi jo na bhul sake ...&lt;br /&gt;    Aisa kuch is sheher se hamara dostana hai...&lt;br /&gt;    Durr rehne pe bhi dil bas...&lt;br /&gt;    Dhundta yeha aane ka bahana hai..&lt;br /&gt;    Likha har ek mod pe ...&lt;br /&gt;    bachpan se leke jawani ka &lt;br /&gt;    jhalakta koi kissa purana hai...&lt;br /&gt;    sheher se jaaate hue har baar...&lt;br /&gt;    dil ko samjhana pada hai baar baar...&lt;br /&gt;    Ke in galiyon se hamara koi rishta purana hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Last two days have been in bbay... i travelled  frm Vashi to VT yet again by local.. met friends and we spoke till late night, played CS. Its a feeling of happiness, i am leaving tommorow. My work on this trip is over, Why cudnt i just apparate like characters in harry potter ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7203820365154163507?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7203820365154163507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7203820365154163507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7203820365154163507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7203820365154163507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-days-in-mumbai.html' title='2 days in Mumbai'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2128730566474532947</id><published>2011-05-13T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:22:30.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeh kya ho  raha hai !!</title><content type='html'>Agression is such an misleading word, sometimes i think it is by far the most misinterpreted of all words in english dictionary. And perception is probably the word which is almost invisible, un noticed and yet something that is ruling our lifes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A perception of majority becomes fact ! Guarding originality is probably the most difficult thing in today's world. Being foolish/timid/agressive/positive  could still be considered being agressive , such is the strength of perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, why all the nonsense... i am disliking the fact that i have lost my blunt side, ability to walk out on people. I always had a rude, evil side... which i am unable to find... Being diplomatic sucks and plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know this post is going to look really stupid, but i donno how to put my feelings into words for once !! i dont remember the  last time i lost my temper...and i am starting to get really scared  of that now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2128730566474532947?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2128730566474532947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2128730566474532947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2128730566474532947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2128730566474532947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/05/yeh-kya-ho-raha-hai.html' title='Yeh kya ho  raha hai !!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1903807632417511443</id><published>2011-05-07T01:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-07T02:02:35.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mera gaon  !!</title><content type='html'>Well mera gaon in this case i m clearly referring to gurgaon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Gurgaon v/s mumbai is not even a topic for discussion... home is where always the heart is. Even if i  stayed in Navi mumbai all my life till last 2 years, i have seen bbay closely... mornings/days/nights... rushes/bbandhs/rat races/riots.. blasts and celebrations, and every town/city has its own distinct style. Ditto for every country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am still unable to decode style of gurgaon... that its not too much to my liking i am sure. I am a loner, but i am not high headed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to gurgaon, we always have sandstorms/power cuts. People have zero value for money and street lighting is pathetic by standards of a millenium city. On good side, there is space... at times there is cool breeze, roads are good. Metro is awesome, Only similarity i observed here is all people have abundant wealth (by india standards, yes) and ratio of maids/servants to white collar people for whom they work will be 2:1. a household may have upto 2 members and have 4 servants/maids .... break up , one cook, one maid, a watchman and a driver. In more rich families there will be 2 drivers and a gardener also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses are biggg... really big houses here, with power cuts. there is electricity bill and power back up bill. Eating options are fine... lot of restaurants but i am more of a street food fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I like our flat here, thats what i like about gurgaon. there is 100 per cent privacy. Even if you are dead, nobody will bother to come and see. I prefer zero interference. With sales stints, i have become good at adapting to new places in no time. And also sales career has  made normal expectations so high that it will be hard to be satisfied, or maybe i was always like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all compare Bombay/gurgaon/bangalore/pune/chennai/indore/delhi... 6 big towns where i have spent considerable time..i will rate bangalore above the rest.Honestly i am unable to rate  bbay, for obvious fears of being biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, as far as weekend is concerned i will go to delhi during the day and explore some new places with wifey. Another good thing about gurgaon is that it is close to delhi !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1903807632417511443?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1903807632417511443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1903807632417511443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1903807632417511443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1903807632417511443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/05/mera-gaon.html' title='Mera gaon  !!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5222734135958811897</id><published>2011-04-26T00:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-26T01:06:33.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In pursuit of aN Exciting ;life !</title><content type='html'>Wifey is a typical lady who studied in a boarding school... she goes to sleep at 11 every night without fail.. and as i keep awake, hoping she will wake up and come and talk with me... all night till its morning !lol ..not that i can ever sleep early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; gaye tum gaye ho kyu... raat baaki hai&lt;br /&gt; gaye tum gaye ho kyu... sath baaki hai..&lt;br /&gt; gaye tum gaye ho kyu... har baat baaki hai..&lt;br /&gt; gaye tum gaye ho kyu... toh hum jeeye kyu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, what can make one's life exciting and total entertainment... &lt;br /&gt;If you ask me , whats my definition...&lt;br /&gt;Sports... (Playing not just watching)&lt;br /&gt;Gaming....&lt;br /&gt;Daaruuuuuuuuuuuuuuu---- !! (with close friends... on evening drive aways.. beachsides..)&lt;br /&gt;Romantic holidays... forest outings...&lt;br /&gt;Gymming... hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse a relaxing yet a satisfying job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job is relaxing, not when one has less work but when one has a chill and just manager !! Work can be fun,if you respect the team... and definitely you are in a profile of choice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Job , has to pay off for all royal hobbies ofcourse..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i wanna learn to cook.. forever its there.. (no matter how the maid cooks.. i wanna eat bombay style khana.. ) i wanna be able to cook for myself.. why cant i just wake up one morning and start cooking...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gymming, i thnk is most practical option... iam learning todrive... once ilearn..  i will go to gymm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i so wanna play cricket before i become tooo old ! I could kill for it.. khedya plays for his office team!! i am soooooooo Jealous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; unfortunatey, i dont see any men around me who have an exciting life.. all are such nerds. Right now wifey is only energetic person around me... i miss Mutlee and ron , when i see old men in office. i guess life was exciting when we met in the garden in sec - 16. anyways.. i am learning to drive, attempts are on, maybe things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Between i got promoted. Cheers to me... !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5222734135958811897?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5222734135958811897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5222734135958811897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5222734135958811897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5222734135958811897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-pursuit-of-exciting-life.html' title='In pursuit of aN Exciting ;life !'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7985881868181119006</id><published>2011-04-18T22:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:54:36.148+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2nd aniversary...</title><content type='html'>2 years back this day, i got married... and on this same night 2 years back i got drunk and danced with my friends... celebrating the happiness of my own marriage... after two years also i can do the same... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; iF you ask me what did i do special on my wedding anniversary... answer is nothing. Wifey is far away in bbay attending a stupid training session. She has been supportive about my career, so i must follow lead. Hence , we will celebrate maybe next weekend. I m not someone who is very festive and celebrates occasions... i like to live moments and enjoy them,when i am in mood. Ditto for anniversary, i love wifey and dont need an anniversary to express it. (Yea,that i got fitted into stringent discipline/time tables two years back on this day... that i will remember always.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticeable facts about marriage...&lt;br /&gt;Marriage doesnt change you, but one has to change to stay happily married.&lt;br /&gt;Men always gain weight... proove me wrong if you can ! once they are married...&lt;br /&gt;even the irresponsible will feel the pressure of becoming responsible once they are married. (Ex : wifey)&lt;br /&gt;even marriage cant deviate one;s attention from cricket.&lt;br /&gt;Wifes always have work to allocate...&lt;br /&gt;Even the best husband in the world will hear atleast once " You were so nice in the courting days" &lt;br /&gt;Wifes are never "right" or "wrong" . Dont judge them...your judgement could be your downfall. &lt;br /&gt;If your wife is your friend, you will never realize you are married even after 2 years of marriage... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy anniversary bulz...&lt;br /&gt; Missing you..&lt;br /&gt; Mwaah !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7985881868181119006?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7985881868181119006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7985881868181119006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7985881868181119006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7985881868181119006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/04/2nd-aniversary.html' title='2nd aniversary...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-285599813772076281</id><published>2011-04-13T22:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:13:01.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>I know its too late to create news, but as i spend time in gurgaon... the fact that i am out of karnataka has finally hit me, and in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last 2 months in karnataka , life was absolute hell. So much pressure about results... for some time, i was thinking whether i will be called back...Now after 10 days... its clear, i am out and hear to stay !!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It is like a  feeling of freedom, getting to know the new team..i dint get a farewell from my old team because of an extremely busy schedule, it made me very disturbed. Not that meeting up was important, but after spending 2 years and supporting each other in ups and downs its natural to develop some bonding with colleagues. However, that low feeling was slightly washed away, because i did get a welcome party from new team. There is world of difference between cultures of regional office and HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Appraisal dint go as expected. but who cares, my  office is 15 mins away from home.. i work exactly 8 hrs a day... no phonecalls after that, i can even sleep at home every night, no overnight travelling. &lt;br /&gt; Right now, as im sitting in the living room watching IPL and blogging i know that i am enjoying life.. feeling as happy, without any complains. I will really thank all my friends and wifey... who  had to listen all the cribbing in sad and depressing times...&lt;br /&gt; Cheers to the new life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-285599813772076281?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/285599813772076281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=285599813772076281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/285599813772076281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/285599813772076281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-65536798290481463</id><published>2011-04-10T14:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:37:51.442+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gurgaon...</title><content type='html'>One week into new place.. time is flying. i want the weekend to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Basic chores in the flat are just not getting over. Anyways its almost through now.&lt;br /&gt;its not the first time i am staying here. Everything is good, now i am just waiting for a day totally to myself....to laze and relax. there is a feeling to become active and do something.. but there is little to explore that feeling.So for now i am doing what i am best at... lazing around !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-65536798290481463?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/65536798290481463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=65536798290481463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/65536798290481463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/65536798290481463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/04/gurgaon.html' title='Gurgaon...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1094335478690826415</id><published>2011-03-24T23:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:21:55.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wifey and cricket</title><content type='html'>World cup is going on...... its  clashing with the busiest month of my life... Transfer, handover, shifting and  between all this Nail biting exciting matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wifey has successfully found a house for both of us... i donno how will i be able to repay. I never got the time... by the time i reached gurgaon, she had searched it... &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, with moving out part i am not getting relieved to concentrate on shifting at all... its not a good feeling at all. I am afraid its not starting on a note i would have liked it too, but anyways i am hoping for better things once i move there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you are unable to answer anybody's calls... or reply back u should know u are being badgered with work. I think i am in between of something like that. Hopefully its just the pressure of dual roles... and things should change or i should learn to manage all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think todays match was by far the best... but i could see it only for 1.5 hours as i was travelling whole day, normally i would cancel anything to watch an Ind v/s Aus world cup quarter final... but now i am under scanner and each move is under vigil.. so rather unwillingly i had to travel and miss most of the important game... I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey is loosing patience with my love for watching cricket with every passing day...But if we are together she will ask me to watch cricket. Then make me feel guilty... not that i will feel guilty , but attempts will be continous !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, i am thinking about moving to gurgaon almost 24*7 these days... i hope everything falls in place ! I hate to leave without even meeting all my friends once... its almost a big dent in my principles ! I hope i get a chance to catch up with all... sorry guys , i am just out of energy to come back for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This post is dedicated to wifey... for  endless struggle in search of the house... and endless follow ups on me to get other work done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv u&lt;br /&gt;Mwaah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1094335478690826415?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1094335478690826415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1094335478690826415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1094335478690826415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1094335478690826415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/03/wifey-and-cricket.html' title='Wifey and cricket'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6889088958344159102</id><published>2011-03-09T22:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:06:05.238+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Critics</title><content type='html'>God... gandhi.... in Modern day  Sachin Tendulkar  himself has critics. Nobody is ever let off the hook and everybody is scruitinized. Question to be asked is why should one let himself/herself be put through that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Success demands it and der is no other way. Lets hope we can just put behind what comes to us. It is the real need of the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am having a really tough time with this. I hope i get some time off with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6889088958344159102?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6889088958344159102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6889088958344159102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6889088958344159102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6889088958344159102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/03/critics.html' title='Critics'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-4601367009764106388</id><published>2011-02-13T14:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:39:23.992+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What  a week it has  been...</title><content type='html'>It has been a big week.... all the worries have got over. Life is gonno get back on a fast  track and i will be back in the concrete jungle... i wont wake up  to read a newspaper which carries news published in bombay newspapers  2  days back... Most importantly i will be staying with wifey... I am out of sales... moving into the so called glamorous corporate world.... The big news is i have been transferred to the corporate office. Just a final month and i am gonno be out of hubli... I am back home for weekend... celebrating valentines with wifey. It has been bombay-hubli-mangalore-udipi-mangalore-bombay-delhi-gurgaon-bangalore-hubli-bombay.... AND YET I AM all charged up... The blog will be restored back soon.... to previous posting frequency... I am very very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-4601367009764106388?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/4601367009764106388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=4601367009764106388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4601367009764106388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4601367009764106388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-week-it-has-been.html' title='What  a week it has  been...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-273352581956685044</id><published>2011-01-24T22:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:05:40.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats going on ?</title><content type='html'>So as usual, back from a long break (it exists only on my blog... the word).&lt;br /&gt;And as is the norm, i have just been busy with my life... or what remains of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random questions ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lets us walk away from family and friends... ?  Can there be a bigger joy ?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true for all successful individuals ?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All where do we say we are successful...or  we never say it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... me and wifey are slowly but steadily taking little steps towards moving together... its going to be a third life ...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very much what is going on !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m touring pattaya with colleaques... not really excited about going there... honestly ! I am exhausted with all the travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very excited about world cup... i donno if india will win. I just hope its not boring like previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let 2011 , bring all good things that 2010 cudnt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-273352581956685044?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/273352581956685044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=273352581956685044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/273352581956685044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/273352581956685044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-going-on.html' title='Whats going on ?'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1965689252447501761</id><published>2011-01-02T16:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:35:19.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy New year....</title><content type='html'>So, as we said goodbye... to 2010,(i was actually kicking out of my memories)&lt;br /&gt;and embraced 2011  never found the time  to reflect on the year that went by. Let bygones be bygones they say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure... donno about life , but 2010 was a year of  bad food. and it ended that way too just as if to put a reminder punch in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come 2011, horoscopes dont predict a much better year for us gemini's( i say this coz almost 90% of my friends are gemini's) &lt;br /&gt;As they say gemini's get bored of routine. I hope my location of bad life changes atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;Learn to cook...  (i have already started peeling potatoes..in kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;yea, i had so much of bad food in 2010... that i felt.. i can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to drive... (that has been pending...i  dont get to  ride the bike... and cant afford a car driver so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do more of  extra curricular activities...(for me gaming also  counts :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be more greedy.... accumulate all the great gadgets i can.  that one comes easy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a house... that one is big and ambitious. Lets hope it goes as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a personal front. Lets hope all of us get promotions,great salary hikes. (i get to live with my wonderful wife) And she nags me less... and all of us end up getting what we want...lets prove the horoscopes wrong !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1965689252447501761?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1965689252447501761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1965689252447501761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1965689252447501761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1965689252447501761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New year....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6725721950076321508</id><published>2010-12-22T00:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:18:08.292+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CID Dialoques....</title><content type='html'>A scene from the series... they have found 2 dead bodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Daya : Ek lash ko jheel mai dabbe mai marahua paaya jata hai.... aur tajjub ki baat hai dooosre lash pe us jagah ka naksha hai jaha pe pehli lash gadi hui hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2nd person : Aur usse bada tajjub, kisi teesre aadmi ne in dono ko maara hai. Ye koi bada  chakkar hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CID "SHIVAJI SATHAM" : KUCH TOH GADBAD HAI... KUCH TOH GADBAD HAI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lol... cant believe it is going on for ages...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6725721950076321508?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6725721950076321508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6725721950076321508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6725721950076321508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6725721950076321508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/12/cid-dialoques-beat-this-crap.html' title='CID Dialoques....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-203643838179363043</id><published>2010-12-21T23:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:06:37.355+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chilly winters....</title><content type='html'>Last 3 years of my life have been  quite easily the toughest i feel... i am sure those following the blog will agree that blog posts have also been like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; However so many wishes have come true.... many of them to be honest. One of them being living in chilly winters... Trust me , a mumbaite can have such wishes... Last 3 winters have been spent in Delhi, Pune and now in Karnataka.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where Pune and karnataka are pleasant , Delhi winters are horrible. Pune winters are also quite great... ideal if u ask me. In karnataka i have seen best of both worlds... Off late it has got very very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today , i have stopped at Gokak. Its a small town in belgaum.. We had dinner in the cold weather in a garden restaurant .... had chicken tandoori with hot water in Brandy... all the shivers dissappeared in moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All of us can have big sorrows and troubles at all times....its time we start enjoying  small moments of happiness as and when they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways, i have fallen in love with karnataka weather... its really great here... i can fall asleep at any given time of the day, at will. (Its a different thing that i could do that in bombay also...) But thats a good part about karnataka. Love the winter season over here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-203643838179363043?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/203643838179363043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=203643838179363043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/203643838179363043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/203643838179363043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/12/chilly-winters.html' title='Chilly winters....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1953572728503646090</id><published>2010-12-06T13:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:19:56.591+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Khele hum jee janse...</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie yesterday. Eastern india ,is one part that is increasingly attracting attention as i watch the landscapes on discovery and NDTV. I m sure i am going to visit soon... Coming back to the movie, let me start with topic of Patriotic movies/Independence struggle movies... i think we are quite bad in making movies about independence... Or may be they are never a hit because always ends are sad and Indian audiences are all about happy endings... we are a breed that thrives on hope after all Humans !&lt;br /&gt;   We havent managed a patriot or a braveheart... i doubt if we ever will.&lt;br /&gt;The few good movies on independence i believe are Sardar and legend of bhagat singh... and later is also just an addition to fill up the space. Indian movie makers do need a kick in the arse for such inability ! Khele hum jee jansey never really has a plot. There is no history... no backdrop. But they find time for stupid songs. The only good part is how well culture of the place has been highlighted... family backgrounds of all revolutionaries... how the operations of revolutions were managed... i think it was a good development... but the plot never got there... it was just a lot of confusion at the end. I do like the title track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Abhishek bacchan fails to make a real impression... i guess some one like Aamir khan/ajay devgan or a naseeruddin shah would  have made a real difference in that role... Dialoques also lack the punch required ... they made revolutionaries look really dull... People who were willing to die for the country would have surely had more fire in the belly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, coming back to the part... touching the fact that teenagers were so motivated... i wonder what i would have done in that era. One thing for sure i wud have been fine without being a part of struggle rather then being part of satyagrahis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All said and done... movie fails to live upto expectations.. Buls was finding ways to kill herself through out the movie..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing....      Aandhi uthe yaa ki toofan aaye....&lt;br /&gt;                      AB chahe koi bhi balwan aaye...&lt;br /&gt;                      leke hatheli pe hum jaan aaye...&lt;br /&gt;                      Khele hum jee jansey... khele hum jee jansey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1953572728503646090?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1953572728503646090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1953572728503646090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1953572728503646090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1953572728503646090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/12/khele-hum-jee-janse.html' title='Khele hum jee janse...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6363069158786641301</id><published>2010-12-02T21:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:24:11.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lakhsya - The Humorous side</title><content type='html'>Last night i spent a lot of time, watching Lakhsya.  Its by far my favourite movie, that always manages to touch a few chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But there are some really funny lines even in this one. I think muttz will agreee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preity zinta (the reporter) : Stands on the highway where shelling is on and asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Ye bambarding kaha ho rahi hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrithik roshan, this one's a killer. He goes in open in front of enemy and comes back. Enemy doesnt fire only not to reveal his positions. When his collleaque asks hrithik why he was being foolish, the boy says " Sir, aisa lag raha tha koi mujhe dekh raha tha" standing below a peak... captured by enemies.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one, from BIG B. the boss ... during a strategy session with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahadi ki ladhai mai advantage toh use hota hai ,  (pause) jo upar hota hai... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one, OM PURI.&lt;br /&gt;SIPAHI KITNE JALDI APNE AASU *PEE* JATA HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM PURI AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;SHukar hai chand aasman mai hai... warna hum uske bhi batwaare kar dete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, Hrithik...&lt;br /&gt;When 6 men in his assault team are dead out of 12. and remaining are asking to abort mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mana hum 6 log hai...par agar har ek aadmi do aadmiyon ke barabar hojaye toh hum 12 aadmi ke barabar hai..." lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6363069158786641301?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6363069158786641301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6363069158786641301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6363069158786641301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6363069158786641301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/12/lakhsya-humorous-side.html' title='Lakhsya - The Humorous side'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3167466437312495322</id><published>2010-12-01T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:23:55.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shades of India....</title><content type='html'>Travelling is the side of my life which currently lets me be with myself... I do spend a lot of time travelling due to my job. Many times through really small villages , passenger trains, tum tum's , dirty state transport buses, luxurious cabs, flights....   Having grown up in bombay i am used to travelling with crowds... it doesnt send a shiver down my spine if i see loads of people cramped in limited space.... It is something i have seen before. Best part of travelling is observing the nature some people say... having travelled really beautiful landscapes... i still cannot give up with my fascination for observing people around me when i am travelling...especially in trains... buses villages. I know many of u are going to say i am stalking on people...but still its going to bring out something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is the poor workers travelling in passenger trains... making merry by sharing guavas and sev bought in train, and playing with a single mobile phone amongst the group... School boys travelling long distances to go back from school to home... Ladies, travelling back from jobs in far off villages talking to their children over the phone... Old men telling boring stories about areas which pass by... Every journey has a tale to tell. Life is so much about things we have never even considered, forget giving importance to people in small villages... Their worries are not about accomplishing any towering ambitions... but still about the basics,tht have tormented indians has spoken since 1947 "roti, kapda, makaan, Bijli... these days PAANI also* At the same time... happiness is easy to come.... Ambitions when at large give an unsatisfying hunger for success while lower ambitions give the ability to find joy in smallest things... Its in one's hand whether he/she wants to choose ambitions or happiness... Success i feel can never give happiness , it can only give more hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then ther are villages which are really prosperous.... smaller in population but huge fertile lands... tourist landmarks... make em a big place. People here are the one's who have a great life... all the comforts and away from crowds. Ideal retirement places... these villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own native place is a very small village... although its in first category !&lt;br /&gt;  The only sad part abt travelling in south is i cant understand conversations... i can only see people. listening to people can be real fun at times... U almost get a peak into other s lifes and a break from ur own hectic one's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love travelling... watching documentaries about India... villages... wildlife. Even in journeys i am always trying to find information. Its a topic of infinite boredom to some... for me its just about seeing the true shades of our country... and huge interest. Having said that i want to live in a metro. And its only a hobby not something i wanna do full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3167466437312495322?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3167466437312495322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3167466437312495322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3167466437312495322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3167466437312495322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/12/shades-of-india.html' title='Shades of India....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5809680973211457074</id><published>2010-11-29T22:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:12:51.894+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crazy...</title><content type='html'>All people around me are planning marriage these days...either that or getting married. I guess its that season of the year. Its kind of exciting to see from the outside.... all da questions /analysis/preparations every body has to do is completely opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are going in for a love marriage... &lt;br /&gt;Really worried lot... worried whether the gal friend can *adjust* or become a part of their family... &lt;br /&gt;Extremely worried whether they will get to stay with their wifes/... if they are employed in other town... &lt;br /&gt;Even more worried if they are going to stay with parents and feel that clashes of wife and parents will happen...&lt;br /&gt;Its like here why marriage becomes an issue in relationships... From RAPCHIK to LAG GAYI HAI... how the status changes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are going in for the arranged marriage...&lt;br /&gt;I think in this case there is less worries... Girl is taking an informed decision there can be little complains, worries. Smart husband will always say... u knew what u were getting into incase of any issues. Well i know to be husbands will say we will resolve issues amicably and make ends meet. On that, chances are good for those who have stuck to atleast 50% of there new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think arranged marriage gives a lot of scope for preparations. I think that is wonderful . Families are together... there are people rejoicing... u are centre of attraction. There is little bitching from relatives. You feel like a special person. (FOR SOME TIME)&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse it is my assumption that most love marriages are  not without friction between families of bride and groom. Atleast , examples i have seen state the same. &lt;br /&gt;And sample size is above 10  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that...  what are the flip sides of arranged marriage only my friends who go through arranged marriage can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Arranged or love... i think how marriages go on is completely different and un related from any earlier relations i feel. If ur asking me why ? i just dont know , its just what i feel. My relationship with my wife hasnt changed much after marriage, or maybe i havent analysed enough.&lt;br /&gt; I have attended arranged marriages all my life.&lt;br /&gt;My mama had 6 daughters and my uncle had 4 sons...  i have  attended a well over 15 arranged marriages of close relatives in last 15 years... so i can say that yes.. arranged marriage as a function can be real fun for a family that knows to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance marriages in my mom's relatives were always fun. On the other hand they were real boring and drags in case of dad. As far as success rate of marriage is concerned. I really dont have much of an analysis...but i guess what matters is just if u chose the right person. Which i feel is still a matter of few days and not something u try and do acid test for ages !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, well i am making this crazy post... coz my best friend is getting married... the day he told me about his marriage... i was just reflecting on how different our body language was when we told each other... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i am sure i will make a better post after 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5809680973211457074?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5809680973211457074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5809680973211457074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5809680973211457074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5809680973211457074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/11/crazy.html' title='Crazy...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7914890102124340184</id><published>2010-11-14T20:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:37:41.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zest...</title><content type='html'>Dictionary meaning says... vigorous and enthusiastic enjoyment !&lt;br /&gt;           I just had two decent outings... one wid wifey to goa... and one wid team to hampi...    Actually goa was awesome. Had to be after all the money we spent.&lt;br /&gt; We had planned the trip for weeks... and it turned out to be like that... how we planned...All fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we could go out more often.... trips are always fun when well planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although wifey is always going overboard with planning. i think i add the balance..;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a successful month, i worked hard to finish work in time. And had a great week after that. Now i have a review with india management team... and  i absolutely hate reviews... Preparation takes up 4-5 days and sleepless nights.  Even if i am getting a prize for being a performer , i would rather like to be left alone with my work and family. I dont enjoy all the attention, but yes i still want all the success.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Coming back to topic,  i feel as far as zest is concerned i can only connect it in 3 things currently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back home... mmeeting wifey and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Trips...&lt;br /&gt;My work... (apart from reviews, meetings... i cudnt hate em less.)&lt;br /&gt;The crowd brings in too much politics... and it always manages to make me an equal evil. Survival is important ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am watching Taare zameen par..  it always reminds me of my childhood days( it was nothing like the one of child in movie although...)&lt;br /&gt; And also reminds me of  mom...I so wish reviews are banned ! I cudnt go home coz of em...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7914890102124340184?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7914890102124340184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7914890102124340184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7914890102124340184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7914890102124340184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/11/zest.html' title='Zest...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1572590084298214887</id><published>2010-10-21T23:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:24:54.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Its diwali time... peak sales... peak plans and peak news.. I had an annual review of my one year performance in the territory last week... i spent 10 days like a mad man preparing for it with little break... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Review lasted 7 hours wid da  country head... i got a remark " ther is intensity in bits and pieces..." and that my boss says is a big positive.. I was neverthless unhappy , anyways... i hope something good happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For now... i am just looking forward towards a good diwali... in sales...and later wid myself and wifey... We r planning a vacation in GOA... i think both of us desperately need a break from our routine lifes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last diwali to this. Not much has changed...  der hav just been new experiences. I had big shopping plans for diwali... somehow just feeling too exhausted for now already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ,&lt;br /&gt;K.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1572590084298214887?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1572590084298214887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1572590084298214887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1572590084298214887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1572590084298214887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-4087054136449387446</id><published>2010-09-28T01:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:59:35.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy Lyfe...</title><content type='html'>Hmm , just got back from a weekend wid old school mates... we went to stay in a wild life sanctuary... spotted wildlife... spent the night talking about nothing that made sense... felt happy for the moment &amp; then i got back to my existing world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It has been a long time since i have got that opportunity... spending a day wid just friends... it made me realize how much i have changed. No where near the earlier self... wifey told me other day too tht i had changed... dont fight et all... &lt;br /&gt;   I guess ... keeping to myself is a new habit i am developing... i guess its coz of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lyfe is getting really busy... i reached home and have left for  bijapur immediately.. i dont like it when i cant speak at home and wid wifey and day goes by...i feel it is happening too much dese days... i am too stuck wid work and coming out is getting tougher... even wid friends i was busy wid work for a large part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But its last few months... i dont want a poor performance extending my stay... I hope some one is listening. Misss home !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-4087054136449387446?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/4087054136449387446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=4087054136449387446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4087054136449387446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4087054136449387446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-lyfe.html' title='Busy Lyfe...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-4861503988285845876</id><published>2010-09-14T00:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:23:26.202+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Getting to 30...'s</title><content type='html'>Was seeing this episode of friends...all the actors are crying on er 30th birthday...      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was wondering how it will be with us...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One thing for sure... fitness is becoming a big concern with all the travelling...&lt;br /&gt;  I have tried very very hard to keep in touch wid all friends... god knows how many will be in touch then...  Its not like i dont like family... But everything has its place... I dont want to be stuck with a very busy work schedule and just family... I know myself and the balance is important for me.... I need some activity all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wifey was discussing same with me last weekend... and she was saying how we should find more things to do... and explore more new places... ALl said and done , both of us are just bounded by our corporate oaths... and time management is going to be tested to the hilt... Wifey was great in making plans... I am kind of depending on her how she will bail us out of current situation.. Spending a few hours wid college/school buddies does make me feel really charged up and fresh.. just as was the case earlier...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I d heard about midlife crisis... I guess this is what it is supposed to be... Are we worried about getting OLD... i guess i am... And i was a person least bothered about all this... Somehow some things are wantedly/unwantedly settling into the mind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-4861503988285845876?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/4861503988285845876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=4861503988285845876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4861503988285845876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4861503988285845876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-to-30s.html' title='Getting to 30...&apos;s'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7977304036019368572</id><published>2010-09-07T20:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:33:07.145+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of the times... &lt;br /&gt;              we believe we were not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;              we feel they were wrong...&lt;br /&gt;              we feel victimized...&lt;br /&gt;              we feel like commodities..&lt;br /&gt;              we are full of hatred and anger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rarely..&lt;br /&gt;             we realize our mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;               we say sorry...&lt;br /&gt;                  we feel that we victimized some one else..&lt;br /&gt;                     We are kind and generous...&lt;br /&gt;               Is it what we end up paying for ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7977304036019368572?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7977304036019368572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7977304036019368572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7977304036019368572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7977304036019368572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-of-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1594611798592529997</id><published>2010-09-01T23:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:59:42.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy world...</title><content type='html'>Well , they say when you are going through tough times. Your perspective of looking at things/people changes totally. Maybe, but these days whenever i see a person i tend to analyse the problems he/she is facing... I am searching for that in his behaviour in conversations.... If it is somebody from my team... i will try and help him out.. On other hand if its  some enemy i m going to gossip about it too anyone i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2010 has been that kind of year.. when ppl seem to be facing too many problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some people are not getting married...&lt;br /&gt; Some people are not getting property /power within family...&lt;br /&gt; Some people are bearing the load of heavy loans...&lt;br /&gt; Wifes are missing husbands... cursing rains /traffic ...&lt;br /&gt; Husbands are missing wifes .... cursing the travel... cursing the jobs... &lt;br /&gt; Some people are not getting enough money (Ask me who is ????)&lt;br /&gt; Wifes are unhappy about husbands earnin more en em...lol&lt;br /&gt; Somebody is unhappy wid married life&lt;br /&gt; SOmebody is unhappy wid way job is going,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess these are perenial problems... only people and years will change , but i guess 2010 is the year that has taught me to look at them... and have a sense of understanding. I guesss , its a step towards becoming slightly  mature from being kiddish... and ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All in all, what can one doo ? Nothing , we can cry and crib... but we have to live..&lt;br /&gt; ALL is well on Job front... i have turned a bunch of de motivated and lame ducks into a pack of wolves... My team is on fire and all charged up. As an ultra cool Boss/manager i want to give em all da credit ... We have topped the region.. kicked many asses this month. This when i was on leave for 7 days... I guess they deserve a treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One thing i v learnt is need for success may be same for all... However the reason for achieving that is differnt for all of us... For any one to get best out of others its imperative to understand that reason... And en u will have a unit that will KICK ASS. I guess my efforts have paid off... Need to keep hitting this wavelength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate to say this... but Job front is fine.. i hope i can end this stint in Flying colours... I have many many people to prove wrong... In mean time if i can find a good  job for myself in Mumbai also i am game for it... Fact is , life is a sine wave having misery and happiness on two frequencies... That might be a very much of an engineering definition, but hell yea it is near the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Marriage is a topic i cant keep getting less amazed by...&lt;br /&gt; Some people keep freaking out so much by the name of marriage... some think marriage will improve life... and some think marriage will settle them in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I donno hw cm i never did so much analysis... I just know marriage hasnt affected me much... I love my lady... as much as always. And so does she... I am safely recommending people that marriage wont change nething...if ur ready to move on...  Any opinions ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would like to say m  happily married.. But for my company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing : Munni badnaam hui.... Darling tere liye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1594611798592529997?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1594611798592529997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1594611798592529997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1594611798592529997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1594611798592529997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/09/unhappy-world.html' title='Unhappy world...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5821678101964637604</id><published>2010-08-22T00:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:13:26.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Irony...</title><content type='html'>Its been the longest , i have stayed at my house... in mulund since last year and half..its been 7 days continous. A big achievement, i feel so attached at home rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Other thing is that my wife was in hospital for most of the time... i no seven days at home feels like a vacation. But ofcourse reasons were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Worst part about the entire thing is , 2 weeks back i was alrite about the fact of being in N.Karnataka till december... 7 days at home , and i am at all time low at the thought of leaving... i am sure it will take me 2-3 days to get back to that frame of mind... But , the whole process of going back is all the more painful after extended stays. I HATE to be in bbay... coz i almost know, Getting back seems impossible... I dont plan to come back on other visit for some time.. now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All my friends... from bajaj, Engineering are in bombay. Its almost like a part of me is never going to be with me, I am coming to terms with the fact that THINGS are probably never going to be same again... I am leaving a funfilled  past and walking into the arms of a reallly reallly boring life. That is all i can imagine for now... I have started liking my work, coz i dont have anything to do... i am home/watching movies or i am working... there are almost so many aspects/people in my life who have just dissappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Very depressing , one might say... but Equally true. I guess, bajaj just trained us to work... in all situations at any cost. And yes , we forgot everything then... let everything go... Thats very much the life we adopted. Yet, why is it that i am the only person in my group out of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know ther are soo many people who will give up anything to be in my place... BUT HOW long is the clear question !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5821678101964637604?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5821678101964637604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5821678101964637604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5821678101964637604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5821678101964637604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/08/irony.html' title='Irony...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3592696093283701597</id><published>2010-08-19T23:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:28:53.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Well.. tooo late in the day and too early in life to make a verdict. I reckon these are just guesses.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They say all of us are uniquely different. Imagine a world full of people like me... Not all can be same.. all of us are different in our own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am not some one who usually makes a character sketch... I am not too good at identifying/Judging people.It was simple in life till now... when i chose the people i wanted to be with. However with work... life changes us tremendously...what is the biggest change in one's life after he/she starts working ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I  guess , the fact that he/she has to be with people he hasnt chosen himself to be /work /report too... When people take jobs..let me correct myself here... when people take first job, they choose a brand, a profile, a salary package, a location... Nobody chooses the people they are going to work along with... For that matter it could be slight ly possible in future instances however never in total control. Have you met any school friends who joined family business after school/college ? Do you feel they are still the same.. its just a question and opinions are welcome... I think , all of us who took jobs have changed... coz we have adjusted/learned/improved(last two are added just to make u feel better) and we are not the same..Where as one's in business havent had to adjust... they have chosen the people they will work alongside.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Do you feel that colleaques, work environment has no effect on u ? Think again... think over it well sometime at peace.. I feel change is permanent. Not totally based on personal experience... but the post is just some opinions which are circulating in my mind and i just thought would be a good topic for discussing on some forum. Now that chat sites are down...Friends rarely find time for serious discussions... i guess only one option rests wid me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All in all , one can distinguish himself/herself from the group... but one will still be a part of the group.&lt;br /&gt;    Just a thought provocating topic i felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;gnite... i have fallen in love wid songs of movie UDAAN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3592696093283701597?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3592696093283701597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3592696093283701597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3592696093283701597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3592696093283701597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7877422697101087202</id><published>2010-08-18T23:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:43:49.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just like that..</title><content type='html'>Some times... some lines u here... u feel u v heard em before... Until yu come across em all over !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7877422697101087202?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7877422697101087202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7877422697101087202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7877422697101087202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7877422697101087202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that..'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2506769067720716168</id><published>2010-08-18T22:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:14:10.631+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hospital...</title><content type='html'>Human life never comes short of surprises.... Everytime u feel u have learned enough u have something new coming up for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i feel every hospital is a different world in it... almost a potential explosive of human emotions. Definitely for anyone who feels ther job is hectic must take a shift in the hospitals... Atleast the doctors earn a lot... the supporting staff is just slaughtered mercilessly. But again , one must not compare... as far as the flow of emotions is concerned there is everything... Pain, hatred (for accident victims and er families..) smiles... (when patient sees family coming in) Love... affection, indifference.. discipline.. fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As far as i am concerned the field of medicine brings only one thought and that is FEAR. i am scared of doctors, hospitals...Almost the first thing i was/am and will be scared of always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last few days , i have been visiting the hospital and i v been wondering if ever in life i will be able to get over this fear. TRUST ME, i dont wanna overcome it by being there. Buls seemed at home... she comes with a history of being admitted. her hospital was her room... she told me.... (guess what, her dad was a doc.. SO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Infact , decision to get admitted was pro active on her part. And i was scared to let her into the hospital... coz it was a big danger sign to me...(I was almost hoping she will get well at home..) Anyways.. thts it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, Gnite. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2506769067720716168?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2506769067720716168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2506769067720716168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2506769067720716168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2506769067720716168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/08/hospital.html' title='Hospital...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-8301754875204669530</id><published>2010-08-17T23:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:25:53.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Malaria... hi malaria...</title><content type='html'>Hello all,  so it started this way buls called me saying she was ill... i thought it was just fever and would take  a day or two and she will be fine... then weekend came... she was unwell , but would not let me come down to bbay to visit her... To be honest , even i was quite tired. Having travelled for about 30 houurs in previous 72 hours. I had to be... I rested on saturday. so did she... But on sunday...   things went out of hand... Buls was seriously ill... So, like a good husband (THE EXTINCT BREED) i came down rushing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the phone , i told her as i left hubli... Dont worry , i am reaching there tommorow ... everything will be fine... And she gave me a really WEIRD reply.. Saying SO WHAT ?... (I was wondering if tht was sarcasm... en i thought she has to be really ill and in pain... to make myself feel good ..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the other hand i informed my boss about my wife being unwell... his unhappiness was clear in his voice at the idea of me going on a long leave... instead of meeting his highness in chennai... Anyways, fortunately for me i did have my priorities right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the time i got back home... wifey was diagnosed malaria... but she chose to stay home... I took her to the doctor  and got her back... At nite however she felt very ill and we had to rush her to the hospital..... I filled up more forms en i had filled for engineering exams and KT exams put together... Wife was in a bad state... and the nurses had to call the doctor to attend her at nite... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hospitals have weird rules... they dont let relatives stay near the patients... I hated that when i had to leave... i got back home only to be back er at 6.30 am in morning...  The day was spent shuttling between home and hospital and filling up more forms... and sneaking in without the notice of security.. And yea to try and cheer up wifey so that she doesnt get bored alone in hospital... i talked with her... got her book and magazines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mom is here to stay with us.... she keeps blaming each mosquito in the house for malaria... she has almost cleaned up every possible corner...  I hope wifey gets fine by tommorw... doctor has asked for 2 more days of stay in hospital... Thank god they provide food in hospital for patients  and no outside food is allowed... I would have had a tough time making wifey eat what mom cooked... and in stopping mom from making all the excessive preparations of food...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital business is totally commercial... and surely very professional. No wonder India is a top spot for medical tourism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hope wifey gets fine... soon...    Malaria is supposed to have taken a heavy tolll all over bbay..Hospitals are definitely running full... &lt;br /&gt; My boss is desperately waiting for me to get back to work...I am happy to be a management student... but if i get a ssecond chance i would be a student of International History....and again teach the same ... when i grow old. History was one subject i always scored well... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnite ... cheerss !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-8301754875204669530?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/8301754875204669530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=8301754875204669530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8301754875204669530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8301754875204669530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/08/malaria-hi-malaria.html' title='Malaria... hi malaria...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1673866946659197203</id><published>2010-08-11T00:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:48:33.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its 1 ,, am</title><content type='html'>Its 1 am in the night... and i am still scared to fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;      I have nothing to loose and.. nothing at stake...&lt;br /&gt;      I am all alone... &lt;br /&gt;      I have no worries... &lt;br /&gt;      I can drink and dance ... do  what i feel...&lt;br /&gt;      Sing so loud and yet be the only one to hear it...&lt;br /&gt;      Its 1 am and here i am waiting to let myself sleep...&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      Its 1 am... and the roads are also lonely like me...&lt;br /&gt;      Lonely is the  sky above me... where the stars and moon are hidden amidst &lt;br /&gt;      clouds...&lt;br /&gt;      For even the guard has the dog to keep him company...&lt;br /&gt;      as i watch alone from my window...&lt;br /&gt;      Its 1 am , and i am stranded alone near my window...&lt;br /&gt;      Waiting for some one to come and get me outta here...&lt;br /&gt;      And yet nobody has come... its 1 am and i am tired of waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Its that hour of the nite...&lt;br /&gt;      when i cant stop thinking...&lt;br /&gt;      Its 1 am in nite , and i am still back home in memories...&lt;br /&gt;      Its 1 am in nite and i am still looking into my love's eyes...&lt;br /&gt;      Soon the night shall die... starting a new day...&lt;br /&gt;      And yet , i will be still der in my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;      Waiting for a way outta here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1673866946659197203?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1673866946659197203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1673866946659197203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1673866946659197203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1673866946659197203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-1-am.html' title='Its 1 ,, am'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7384784915423957011</id><published>2010-08-05T01:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:43:39.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a fairly long break. i am back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  went from Mangalore to shimoga yesterday... early morning.. Its an area which one can only dream about... especially if  u v spent life travelling in BEST buses and local trains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    U go between the hills and the car almost touches the clouds.. Forests are sooo dense that one cannot see the ground below the dense greenery. River tunga calmly flows by the side... and bambooo shooting right frm the river as well as at the bay... Roads are ofcourse narrow...  even in the most tense moment ie , the month end i left aside all worries for a moment and just awed at the beauty of nature.. Belgaum, Uttar kannada, dakshin kannada, shimoga, chikamagalur are incredibly beautiful places...   all poorly developed although. Entire karnataka is for that matter, if we leave aside mysore and bangalore.and yea mangalore tooo, in that list. Its almost the kind of stretch Mutlee wud give up anything to drive in... i d say. And karnataka definitely gives u a feeling of being closer to nature... Especially in the rains...   Roads could be aweful though... Often i imagine travelling with friends along one of these stretches, but ofcourse reality is just a  phone call away, as my cell phone keeps ringing at all times... half of the year is almost over and life is getting more and more hectic with every passing day. I feel really fatiqued with all the travelling at times. For now,just waiting for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7384784915423957011?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7384784915423957011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7384784915423957011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7384784915423957011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7384784915423957011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-fairly-long-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5690032706402159294</id><published>2010-07-18T23:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:41:37.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life , as it  goes...</title><content type='html'>Day by day, week by week... and every month... moments are just passing by.. I have now finished over a year in Hubli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A person, who has a family but cannot stay with them is no different then an orphan i feel. Its a feeling which has just sunked into my heart... I am tired of sneeking away.. hiding ... Tired of parting ! Each moment is like heart broken into million pieces. Every time i am to go back... i cant sleep at nite.. I wish something good is to happen soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have avoided blogging in the last month.. coz there is little happening which makes me happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5690032706402159294?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5690032706402159294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5690032706402159294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5690032706402159294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5690032706402159294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-as-it-goes.html' title='Life , as it  goes...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2519706873058597441</id><published>2010-06-18T00:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:26:43.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nites...</title><content type='html'>Nights are such a different part of our life... Not, the nites we sleep but the nites we are alone in the cool breeze and all to ourselves...sometimes.. sulking.. at times thinking... and on best times ... just calm.. and enjoying the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have been on a run literally..for last 16 days. Just got back to hubli today after 16 long days...I love the nites... i studied at nite in college days always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nw i m having no studies to do... but m still up always.. at nite. Never able to sleep early, neither interested in sleeping early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I v missed home... need to gt back early. I m needed there .&lt;br /&gt;Gnite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2519706873058597441?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2519706873058597441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2519706873058597441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2519706873058597441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2519706873058597441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/06/nites.html' title='Nites...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6040425514191517194</id><published>2010-06-13T22:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:48:31.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Times...</title><content type='html'>Time and again , i tell myself to be strong..Time and again der are problems to which we get a solution... And yet...time and again the same old issues are coming back like punches and breaking down any armour we dream of being unbreakable. &lt;br /&gt;          The same emotions which are our strength can so easily become our  biggest weakness without a movement's notice. And it is not a stage where we can write out emotions... it is just not. Times are not as testing as much as we are testing ourselves.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I am not sad... i cannot change what is meant to be. But neither can i be at peace. Problems will never stop.. what i am at unease is because the emotions complicate matters out of hand all the time. Problems cannot break me down... emotions have not left anything in me to be broken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is nt just my situation... but many a friends around me... i guess its that phase of life.. This too shall pass. I hope it just leaves us better and wiser !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cHEERS !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6040425514191517194?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6040425514191517194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6040425514191517194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6040425514191517194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6040425514191517194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/06/times.html' title='Times...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2475756622275304585</id><published>2010-06-11T23:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:16:28.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My favourite Movie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/TBJ2WuR9EdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fjjEHfD661I/s1600/kungfupandap3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/TBJ2WuR9EdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fjjEHfD661I/s400/kungfupandap3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481573829215850962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Yep, i have realized i got a new favourite...its an amazing movie... oh no its an awesome movie. THer is no charge for Awesomeness dey say.... Kungfu panda is my new favourite... I can just watch it over and over again and again... Love this movie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2475756622275304585?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2475756622275304585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2475756622275304585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2475756622275304585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2475756622275304585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-favourite-movie.html' title='My favourite Movie...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/TBJ2WuR9EdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fjjEHfD661I/s72-c/kungfupandap3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6671707286674462320</id><published>2010-06-11T22:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:05:34.012+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy bday wifey....</title><content type='html'>i celebrated my 27th bday in bbay on Monday... i dint celebrate it actually... my wife celebrated it for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Honestly , i was sad and down as always... but en she planned everything... we went for a movie. RAJNEETI.. A good one i felt. en we went for a drive in rains... to the palm beach... wife hates drivin on sunday but en she had to do it dis time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Post tht we went boating... en went home... en met mutts in da old garden... garden brings back memories.. always. End of the day... i was much happier when the day ended then i was when it started !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today was bulz bday... unfortunately... i cudnt be there..  I have this stupid training in Chennai.. we had planned it together though.. we wer supposed to be together in Blore... however nw she z er alone wid friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Any ways i wud like to wish her a very happy bday... and plan to buy her a grt gift as well. Happy bday wifey... wish u many more to come.. hopefully not alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6671707286674462320?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6671707286674462320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6671707286674462320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6671707286674462320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6671707286674462320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-bday-wifey.html' title='Happy bday wifey....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2959693431917343117</id><published>2010-06-06T00:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:42:54.131+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A few good men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/TAqhmOaiVxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-sX1irUrxmE/s1600/A%2520Few%2520Good%2520Men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/TAqhmOaiVxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-sX1irUrxmE/s400/A%2520Few%2520Good%2520Men.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479369574726129426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            There are good movies... bad movies... classics... and then there are some which are neither but can never be washed out of our memories.. or ones we can never stop watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Few good men is just the last category. I just love this movie... i watch it every time it is screened..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Someday, we will NAIL the big guys too... not because its a war... because we know they are wrong !!  Meanwhile... now its time to get back to the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2959693431917343117?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2959693431917343117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2959693431917343117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2959693431917343117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2959693431917343117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-good-men.html' title='A few good men...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/TAqhmOaiVxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-sX1irUrxmE/s72-c/A%2520Few%2520Good%2520Men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1965262304624238687</id><published>2010-06-01T23:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:42:34.975+05:30</updated><title type='text'>June's of my life....</title><content type='html'>June is a big month... it has the bdays of many of my dear friends... Before i forget any. let me list em down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd : Muttz, 4th : irfi... , 7th : me , me , me, 9th : whose it ? , someone i dont rem... , 11TH : Bulzz... , 18th : nins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This june... i may not be able to meet any of my friends probably, coz i have a manager who is after my life.. and i have consumed too many holidays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Firstly i wish all of you a happy bday... incase i happen to forget any ... i wont although ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is the month of rains... that s how i have my first memory of june.. standing in the window i used to see pools of water being formed in front of the building.. and playing in the terrace ... with the water... putting paper boats... in streams of water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a school kid i remember june as the month , when i would jump in puddles of water and dirtying clothes of people around me and myself...    Hajmola advt style !! It was also the month when school started... longing to meet friends after long vacations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager i remember june as the month of advent of football... playing in da dirty muddy puddles... playing united as a troop of tiny kids against the  big boys in da lawrence ground... tripping the elder boys and winning against all odds... to do the tribal dance ofcourse...   Wow... the best memory of All junes till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young boy... i remmember june  when i met my lady love post first rains  far away in the tamil land ! Ofcourse it was not love at first sight... but we did meet in june...  (Ofcourse , i have good memory... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now ,  is the june  when i have time to spend alone... struggling hard to keep up in the race i have been for years... AND  ofcourse remembering all the happy times i have had in all  previous yearws...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...   wherz my bottle of wine ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1965262304624238687?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1965262304624238687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1965262304624238687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1965262304624238687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1965262304624238687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/06/junes-of-my-life.html' title='June&apos;s of my life....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-8168364695571215872</id><published>2010-05-30T23:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:41:45.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The tale of Khichdi....</title><content type='html'>I slept whole day today... dint even bother for lunch. Hunger has left me alone these days... In evening when i woke up... i felt like eating khichdi for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I went to thiss restaurant which serves nice khichdi in town. The place was crowded and i patiently waited for my number to come.. As i saw people who came after me also getting seats... i moved upto manager and asked him why this was happening. &lt;br /&gt;He said, sir u are alone... i cant allocate a single table to u alone and keep 4 people waiting... I was frustrated.. and my patience ran out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I went to other place... with a terrace restaurant.. It is run by a muslim family. It is a nice place but often less crowded coz Hypocrites dont wanna eat what muslim prepares(this is explanation given by my team members )... Our country is so sad.. I think racism in general is sad... Anyways thank god nobody goes der.. or else i wudnt get food today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I had soup and curd rice...    So tommorow the hunt for Khichdi continues. &lt;br /&gt;It was not the best sunday... but a typically lazy one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, my sundays started with chitra har... hot poha... and cricket in morning followed by movies in afternoon and cricket in evening and  gappshapps wid friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-8168364695571215872?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/8168364695571215872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=8168364695571215872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8168364695571215872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8168364695571215872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/05/tale-of-khichdi.html' title='The tale of Khichdi....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7501837826106383584</id><published>2010-05-30T00:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:02:48.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chitthi aayi hai....</title><content type='html'>My flatmate is leaving tommorw... weird, we are here since 8-9 months now... its been like infinity these 8 months at times... and time dint pass. but now it seems like a whisker.. such is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It also means, i have to search for a new place to stay.wich i think is going to be a big headache... neways like always i will manage, i know. Something or other will come up.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Since evening i have been listening to pankaj udass classic    chitthi aayi hai... donno why, aaj bas mood ban gaya...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I am looking forward to next weekend when i gt to come home. And the weekend aftr tht ... also. &lt;br /&gt;      Last 2 weeks have been super hectic. I have been working 25*7. Mind has become a human calculator... practically calculating all possibilities...Manager cant get a crack at me even though he desperately wants too... my performances are keeping criticism at bay. I have a gut feeling movement will happen soon.. Either they will shift me from here or i will find a new job. Some thing tells me its gonno happen,.. Neways for now, i am focussing on my job and working hard.. I miss talking to khedya and wifey... Both are never online these days. Even laal and muttz are nt online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Its tough to spend time online... Neways, hope something good happens soon.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing...&lt;br /&gt;Pa.nchhii pi.njaraa to.D ke aajaa, desh paraayaa chho.D ke aajaa&lt;br /&gt;Aajaa umar bahut hai chhotii, apane ghar me.n bhii hai.n rotii, chitthii ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7501837826106383584?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7501837826106383584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7501837826106383584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7501837826106383584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7501837826106383584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/05/chitthi-aayi-hai.html' title='Chitthi aayi hai....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-39840524992343294</id><published>2010-05-12T23:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:30:47.591+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HAppy drinking...</title><content type='html'>Since the day i came home i hav been sippin on a glass of wine and listening to music or seeing cricket at nites... Life is so grt and relaxing...(and nw i get free lessons in self improvement from wife as well as mom !!) not tht it is the best thing to happen , but i can live with it... if m stayin home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is good to be arnd wife.. she s frustrated less if m around... and da times she is ... its mainly coz of me... so that s fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We can go out for dinner... i can meet friends... invite em home. Staying in bbay means a lot to me definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wife is bugged coz i am up till late nite... but i guess i v been like tht always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan&lt;br /&gt;Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan&lt;br /&gt;Woh jo behate the abshaar kahan&lt;br /&gt;Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan&lt;br /&gt;Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan&lt;br /&gt;Woh jo behate the abshaar kahan&lt;br /&gt;Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-39840524992343294?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/39840524992343294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=39840524992343294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/39840524992343294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/39840524992343294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-drinking.html' title='HAppy drinking...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6958391266227054503</id><published>2010-05-11T23:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:33:19.042+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jealous ?</title><content type='html'>I guess its tht part of life... when i can finally confess with a lot of sure ness that i am quite Jealous of quite a few people around me...I knw that many people will say, that Depression is naturally followed by Jealousy... However...its not the first time , i v been low. However, the major turn off has been, No matter what i do... i never get what many others around me are getting... My professional life is just not taking off, the way i would want to... and on the other hand... for everybody else around me its just taking off... Yep, inspite of doing everything possible to ruin my career , in last 4-5 months...due to my offline behaviour purely i am pissed that i m not getting the success that others are... And i guess, i have that right to be pissed at myself.. if i am human... i am allowed to be jealous. I do not like it however... the fact that the feeling has crept into me... i normally avoid discussions about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have worked very hard and got the results in last 4-5 months... but i have not been able to hide my dissappointments... i am jealous of people who may/may not have worked hard and are surely able to hide ther dissappointments... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Having confessed so much, i surely agree that my organisation is full of a bunch of assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cricket has almost been the only thing which has allowed me to take myself out of the mess i have landed into..  Nothing like a match and a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Good nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6958391266227054503?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6958391266227054503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6958391266227054503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6958391266227054503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6958391266227054503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/05/jealous.html' title='Jealous ?'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5022184158279551053</id><published>2010-05-10T00:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:38:37.381+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dissappointments...</title><content type='html'>Mumbai Indians ... lost the IPL finals...&lt;br /&gt;        Now again Indians are out of T20 world Cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Other dissappointment is that world cup is in Windies... The Venue sucks... It rains all the time...  matches are late nite even i fall asleep   ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dint get the Passport for SL trip... i gt to stay home... But ! I hav to travel all the way to chennai for stupid training frm bbay immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5022184158279551053?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5022184158279551053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5022184158279551053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5022184158279551053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5022184158279551053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/05/dissappointments.html' title='Dissappointments...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3507742053900091949</id><published>2010-04-27T20:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:04:50.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hey !</title><content type='html'>Life goes on... Two days of a really troublesome review are over.... i wish to rest in peace... and ofcourse to complete my Month and move on towards a happening  MAY. The reason i say happening is coz we have a SL trip in MAY. And my passport in in application stage. If at all my passport doesnt come through i get to stay back while all others go... An ideal break from all the hectic happenings in my life. Kool na ? I think its dammmn Kool. Considering ppl will be away for 6 days !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 days is like GOLD. however if i go 3 days will go in travelling. No , we r not taking a bus/ship to Lanka .... it s the travelling to chennai i mean here !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have really lost a lot of sleep coz of worries and Work... For  most married men there are 3 "w"'s LIKE 4 p's of marketing. That is Worries , Work &amp; Wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think, while i have  a lot of Work at Worries to bother me, its the 3rd W that i am missing in my life. The Wife. i Mean , she is there... just that far away , in land of dreams called Mumbai. Neways for now the way ahead is clear. I am steering past all troubles. Now , i just hope my MOTHER's prayers are answered( I cant believe i am such an atheist thesedays , that in the brink of difficulties i have not yet blamed or prayed to god..) I guess  that element was always there.. but these are New Lows. I dont see Temples in hubli, i could relate too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, so much for now... Feel so good  m going frm here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3507742053900091949?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3507742053900091949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3507742053900091949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3507742053900091949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3507742053900091949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey.html' title='Hey !'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3975739413985621672</id><published>2010-04-25T18:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:10:25.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lonely sunday...</title><content type='html'>Its been a very boring weekend. Next two days are expected to be more worst if anything. I jsst do not have the enthusiasm to go through 2 days of review ... after 4 nights of travelling... Next week will be same if anything i will be travellin frm chennai to blore to heart of karnataka to bbay an en bbay to blore... for Month end. Its a mad race against clock. I m clueless as to whether i really have any life rite now.I miss home all the time. Wish i could talk to friends and meet them. But that is also not an option right now. For now yes, i want to do well inspite of all this. If i am going through shit, might as well be doing my job. I just loathe the travelling part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I want to be myself. These days, i am not myself... I hope there is light at end of this tunnel. Because this tunnel is just getting too long for me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3975739413985621672?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3975739413985621672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3975739413985621672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3975739413985621672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3975739413985621672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/04/lonely-sunday.html' title='Lonely sunday...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5100947197645027185</id><published>2010-04-20T23:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:56:40.739+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A year of married life...</title><content type='html'>Well, needless to explain, i have finished a year of marriage and my first wedding anniversary.. I am definitely not yet judging whether i have been a good husband or I have had a good/bad/great wife...  Knowing myself, i for one am quick to make judgements... about situations, people. Marriage surprisingly has been something i never thought of judging. Nor did i try to judge my wife... although same cannot be said other way round... Obviously the careless me will be judged... But i will get to it in a while....&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   So, the post is about reflecting back on how things went in the first year. When people get married... they make a lot of plans... (Knowing my wife, when people make plans she makes a 1000 more plans) But, she too dint in our case... Our marriage was such a big achievement for both of us, that we never bothered planning. Which was good, coz little did we know of difficulties going to face us...   Achievement, coz we  pulled up the entire thing ourselves, yea u will know that when u get married !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Immediately , my co. swooped in like a villain and posted me far away in jungles of Karnataka...  Life has been about a lot of travelling since then, i repent not being near when i should have been... Wife was ill several times... nobody could be there for her... Wife was upset most of the times... and yet nothing could be done... Phone conversations was our only tool to bridge the gap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Married life, apart from that has been good also. We have set up a lovely house. I love my house.Everything is about perfect and  precisely the way we wanted it to be... My co. management has told me that either wife or me will have to compromise on our career, me being bullheaded am not willing to accept that. Let s see who wins. As ravi says, i bring too much of wins and losses into this, but  i cant help it, I am like that only.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Married life has meant meeting with friends has decreased, i do not know much of whats going in their lifes... I have tried best although.. the distance is clearly increasing. I wish i can shift back soon. Wife is clearly a top priority , although she wudnt believe it, if i was to tell her that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As far as general gyaan of marriage brings responsibility et all, i donno..., i really cant judge that. My wife surely thinks i have gone from bad to worst. With all sweet talk dissappeared and little help in work at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Parents have been very supportive post marriage. I am glad to get their support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight improvements in me: Grocery shopping, Attempts of doing work at home... Patience...  (Well , i donno if its marriage or my fuckd up organisation to give credit for this!!)... Also , i think i have learnt to  ignore certain things which bother me and i cannot do much about... Again , here i donno if its work or marriage that has taught me this. Mostly its work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly about my better half. I think she is a very strong person... at times silly and funny.. I wish i could focus half as much as she can on her agenda's in life. Anyways focussing was never my strength. Things , i came to know after marriage about her. "She is a great cook".   Pity she hired a bai , although some days back. Oh, dammn do i hate the bai's food. She will be the first one fired once i shift back !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage... Buls was very happy to knw we wer friends... Now if i say we r friends... She will sternly say "I am ur wife". Lol... SURE ur wife. But always remember we were friends first... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on  our marriage anniversary we went to a grt restaurant in bandra, shopped on linking road, went to bandstand at nite... and en came back... I had a good time. Although i m sure more could be planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that i am always sooo tired after travelling so much. Energy has almost left me !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year of married life has been  mixed... my best memories are those of our honeymoon, setting up of house... househunt... and parting moments on alternate Weekends, something i will never forget in years to come.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;K.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5100947197645027185?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5100947197645027185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5100947197645027185' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5100947197645027185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5100947197645027185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-of-married-life.html' title='A year of married life...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2455946798472158873</id><published>2010-04-16T22:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:25:35.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Toons In my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/S8iVjFAbiUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xR6KU55BfD0/s1600/article-1089560-029AA23D000005DC-472_306x438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/S8iVjFAbiUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xR6KU55BfD0/s400/article-1089560-029AA23D000005DC-472_306x438.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460778978058668354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is a tag for all of you...    Enlist all ur friends... and one toon character u can identify them with... &lt;br /&gt;For me , following is the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulz :  ATOM ANT (Without a doubt) , there is always so much hustle and bustle... she is always on to something... By all means reminds me of tiny powerful super heroINE ANT (ie. ATOM ANT)..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabi : i think its  gotto be MUTLEEE. Thats an old nick... but i also feel he is legendary Jerry from tom and jerry series, funny , witty and Quick always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khedyaa : I think khedya is papa Balluuu from Talespin.... the gentle giant !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfi : Pinocheo.... he is tall and gentle... i mean Gentle man here !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravannn : Ravann is Buggs bunny... he can have tht kind of witty remarks at times to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So much for now. I tagg all of you to  take this up as well... I love IPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2455946798472158873?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2455946798472158873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2455946798472158873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2455946798472158873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2455946798472158873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/04/toons-in-my-life.html' title='Toons In my life...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/S8iVjFAbiUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xR6KU55BfD0/s72-c/article-1089560-029AA23D000005DC-472_306x438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3606459238185438127</id><published>2010-04-04T13:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:24:12.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday ke sunday....</title><content type='html'>Sunday at home is so heavenly... i think normally sunday in any part of the world has to be a heavenly feeling. Especially for those who work on saturdays also... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Meanwhile ...ingredients for a great sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A good sleep... waking up around 10.30... &lt;br /&gt;      A great breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;         A goood cricket match... / a great movie...&lt;br /&gt;               An evening re union with friends..., Counterstrike..&lt;br /&gt;                   Spending the evening sipping wine and Watching IPL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What else could one ask for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3606459238185438127?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3606459238185438127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3606459238185438127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3606459238185438127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3606459238185438127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-ke-sunday.html' title='Sunday ke sunday....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5554640595707395398</id><published>2010-03-29T20:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:01:56.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend...with Sambhar devi !</title><content type='html'>Buls had come down last weekend... It was, what you call a happy weekend for us ! Like always... my wife had planned for each and every minute in advance.. I had to reach blore before her flight landed and pick her up... (that was my plan!) But as always i missed the 6 am train from Hubli... as a result i had to take the roadway... which sucked ! (And she says , her glory is over after courting days...) Earlier i travelled 1 hr to meet her... these days i almost travel 8 hours minimum always to meet her !! Gosh , the burden of expectations on Husbands :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ANyways, i reached and picked her up... we wer to meet D for dinner on 13th floor. It was a dry day, so we ate Italian... D has a new job in blore... and he is looking out for a place to stay. Next day... she met up her two friends... RT and A , i was in office... finished work and caught up wid em for lunch. We ended up eating Italian again...( now the day went really dry for me) Twice italian in two days is like  two days of fasting !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next we went for shopping to lifestyle... the gals were on their own.. while i wandered around looking at expensive watches... I bought a tee, coz i cudnt buy the watches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next we said goodbye and dey left.. Now begins the real hungama...   in evening , my plan was tht we shud go to a authentic chettinad restaurant near our guest house. Buls was fine with it and  happily bouncing around at the thought of getting to eat.. SAMBHAR RICE. So we reached the restaurant... Buls went nuts went waiter told us, they dint serve sambhar rice... she kept shouting.. How can they not have sambhar rice ??? And gave me dirty looks( dirty as in angry here) I asked her to thukko ghussa and eat some dhosa... however , devi was clearly furious and kept repeating "i want sambhar rice". I said fine.... like a knight in shinning armour... "We will hunt down sambhar rice"  but first i will eat dhosa... ( its bad enough she was angry... my anger coz of hunger wud have been much worst for our happy weekend...) So, inorder to maintain the happy weekend i ate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We checked 2-3 other restaurants... nobody gave  sambhar rice... one of em gave... but the minimum bill had to be 250. And guess what sambhar rice is worth rs. 38. So, inorder to passify the anger of my wifey... we ordered sambhar rice of 38 rs... and a lot of other stuff ... which i never saw!!) Hotel ppl spoke kannada and did nt comprehend her demands for sambhar rice in polished english accent from Desperate housewifes... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a lot of efforts at 11 pm , the sambhar rice arrived and  Sambhar devi was happy... however i got no ashirwad/Blessing for finishing the hunt...Only , when the sambhar had settled in sufficient quantity in her tummy did i dare crack a joke about the incident... LOL...  such was the krodh/terror of b uls  in absence of sambhar... rice. she had sambhar rice on second evening too... it was two italian mealls and two sambhar meals... although we clearly knw what was the bigger passion :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Neways... my wife is a funny lady and i love that about her... she always gives me some reason to cheer up smile and laugh... so what if its at her cost :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In remmembrance of her tour to bangalore and the great episode... i hereby confer upon u the title of sambhar devi :P (DONT KILL ME FOR THIS :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;K.c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5554640595707395398?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5554640595707395398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5554640595707395398' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5554640595707395398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5554640595707395398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekendwith-sambhar-devi.html' title='Weekend...with Sambhar devi !'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-975563308950935933</id><published>2010-03-21T20:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:43:18.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend.</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last 3 days in Bijapura.. including this weekend. I had travelled frm hubli-mangalore-chennai-gulbarga-bijapur and my situation was absolutely sad... i was almst a dead man walking. Back was in a really bad shape. I jsst slept for a day. But i was so scared dat i decided to  spend my weekend here , instead of travelling back. So i will leave tonite for hubli. My manager is coming to managlore on tuesday and expects me there... i have decided that there is absolutely no way i am going there again. Infact da nite journeys and journeys to locations widout a volvo/train are going to be cancelled. Its time i prioritize my health. On work front... things are very difficult. I am sick of seeing very moderate people around me... my manager is by far the only sensible person i have come across in last 2 years and picked up a few things from. But still we are at loggerheads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Right now, only hint of life is da weekend trip of Buls to b'lore and also IPL... Nobody can imagine , what a life saver it has been for me. I have spent last 6 days just watching games of IPL on Television. Hate Hubli coz waha pe loadshedding hoti hai in evenings :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Buls and  Khedya are the only two friends i am regularly in touch with.. I wish i could meet everyone online all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 yrs back, in bajaj we wer thought, U can be very moderate and very successful in corporate carreer. And we had laughed it off... today, however i wont think twice before accepting this statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gudbye , i got a train to catch tonite !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-975563308950935933?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/975563308950935933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=975563308950935933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/975563308950935933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/975563308950935933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend.'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6260384180687289420</id><published>2010-03-16T13:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:04:06.342+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Train journeys...</title><content type='html'>As a kid, i used to find train journeys very fascinating... I used to stay up the night before any journey by train... out of excitement. My brother and me used to sit near the window... we used to eat something at all stations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Last 3 days bought back childhood memories...i travelled from mangalore to chennai via kerala... and chennai to gulbarga.. via AP... 36 hrs of journey in 48 hours... that also included 8 hours in the office...Kerala is really beautifull... i thnk mutlee will love dis kind of a trip in train to kerala... its strongly recommended.. ofcourse nt  for official purpose...A.p west is rather arid... and dry like many parts of maharashtra up north and in south east...On the contrary.. A.P east is quite different..  Poverty spreads strong through rural regions...strong reason for increasing discontent and unrest amongst ppl... From a business point of view... logistics is a huge challenge... I think the company which can implement  world class logistics  in INDIA is going to be sitting on a mountain of gold someday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyways coming back to topic... someday i would want to cover all parts of the country with friends... and not for official purpose obviously.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  Worst part about travelling in trains in south is ther is no VADA PAAV or bhel... i donno what sort of a train journey is it  if u cant eat these things in train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways so much for now...   &lt;br /&gt;cya all..&lt;br /&gt;chzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6260384180687289420?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6260384180687289420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6260384180687289420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6260384180687289420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6260384180687289420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/03/train-journeys.html' title='Train journeys...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6267345873162991044</id><published>2010-03-16T00:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:14:27.067+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just like that...</title><content type='html'>Arbinder has shifted to bbay.....   after Kolkatta.. she is   being sent to all heavily crowded towns i reckon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me : i wont be cming back till april... other wise milte the...&lt;br /&gt; Her : oh april mai aa raha hai ?&lt;br /&gt; Me : yea... aana hi padega.. meri first wedding aniversary hai...&lt;br /&gt; Her : oh grt , i dnt rem the date sorry&lt;br /&gt; Me : its  good enuff tht i rem . the date... ( i hardly rem , if i m married..)ppl call me eligible bachelor in office... (what an irony !)&lt;br /&gt; Her : lol.. good na dekhte dekhte ek saal chala gaya... aisa lagta hai yday hi tha..&lt;br /&gt; Me :  ek saal kitna lamba tha , ye basss mujhe hi pata hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even i cant believe its one yr to marriage... I hardly hav any memories of 1st yr of marriage apart frm   volvo journeys frm Pune - mumbai and  Hubli- bbay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6267345873162991044?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6267345873162991044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6267345873162991044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6267345873162991044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6267345873162991044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3703400457616811277</id><published>2010-03-10T19:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:24:25.917+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted.</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking... thinking a lot, side by side also travelling... i think either i hav thought so much or travelled so much ,... that even after sleeping for ages...  there is tremendous tiredness... mentally/physically everything is sapped out rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I wish i cud just stay with buls , without having to worry that i have to go back.I wish i could go to sleep before her when we r together.. not feeling scared that i wont be around her tommrw...Life is just not moving...and neither am i... in terms of the direction in which i want to move. There are too many battles going on at the moment... and even if i m winning some... i m not winning all. The losses i m facing are just not proportionate to small victories i get in daily battles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ultimate question is to fight or to surrender... &lt;br /&gt;             I dont remember surrendering in life... ever , but as i say that i realize the thoughts are lurking deep in my mind at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3703400457616811277?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3703400457616811277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3703400457616811277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3703400457616811277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3703400457616811277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6898250466322915605</id><published>2010-03-04T01:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:48:52.991+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each day is different...&lt;br /&gt;           Sometimes it brings along a ray of hope...&lt;br /&gt;             Sometimes it brings along da roughness of a sea..&lt;br /&gt;                Some days are busy like da bustling streams in rain...&lt;br /&gt;                   Some days are as still as the leaves of trees at midnight..&lt;br /&gt;                        Each day is different..&lt;br /&gt;                           Somedays i meet a new person every moment...&lt;br /&gt;                             Somedays i may not talk to anybody.. &lt;br /&gt;                        Each day is different...&lt;br /&gt;                         And yet, far away from home... each day is same...&lt;br /&gt;                          Each day , each moment... is just the same...&lt;br /&gt;                         Every day i wait for the day, when each day is happy...&lt;br /&gt;                             when each day , i m home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6898250466322915605?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6898250466322915605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6898250466322915605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6898250466322915605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6898250466322915605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/03/each-day-is-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1973470280494106089</id><published>2010-02-27T00:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:28:40.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Tired of eating idlis for breakfast... heart yearns for home made poha... and wada paav... in da evenings...Even if this is the Nth post i m writing about missing home... I will write it at the cost of repetition. Only good thing about karnataka is the time i spend playing PS II... the   things i have learnt about life... the way i look up to ppl around me now... And da softer side , which i have developed... But yes... who wants to be that ?..time spent with family/friends has gone for a toss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tired and frustrated when i told manager, i m spending holi away frm home... he said... who asked u to .. just go home ! One may say, it was kind... i will not say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hav been working hard dese days... it helps me keep my mind off other things. But even when i cm back tired... i miss being home. I think all of us want to do well for ourselves..but not all can sacrifice everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P is an order entry person in our depo... we normally deal over phone...a reportee...&lt;br /&gt;nd   at times she has been in depo for long hours...    wid a lot of  firing frm mah end.. i m in depo frm last 3  days. It is 2 hours outside city...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P leaves house 9 in morning... reaches depo by 11. And leaves depo.. by 7-8 reaching home by 10-11 ...  she gets a salary of 5 k for this... Our depo has no canteen..(company states food has to be cooked inside premises by a caterer who has permits of hygiene limits prescribed.. and no one is ready to come so far outside and cook for a staff of 20 ppl in depo staff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all depo staff bring one lunch box for work of 12 hrs daily...&lt;br /&gt;P lost her husband last month....   all depo staff just contributed some amt for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I m sure , all the staff in depo has similar problems...its a small promise i make to myself here on blog... before i m transfered/or i resign frm this job... m gonno arrange for food for these ppl... who are trapped in dis job coz they cant leave like me... dey hav many more responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; R is a depo manager... i hav kickd his arse many times... work demands dat... But he is a hardworking fella... he has been away frm family for last 2 yrs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life is tough for all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1973470280494106089?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1973470280494106089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1973470280494106089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1973470280494106089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1973470280494106089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5690757437700190379</id><published>2010-02-23T23:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:31:38.857+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This stage of life.....</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking about this stage of life..... I think, we are all at a stage of life where we are  battling hard... Youth they say is sublime... and struggle i say is  eternal. But yea, i would say this particular age ...  24-27 is a big struggle for all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the different struggles for many... i hav seen arnd me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Struggle to pursue a competant career...( all are new into their jobs in this grp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Struggle to stay close to friends &amp; family ( pressure takes many away.. or sometimes its just distance..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Struggle to make an identity for oneself (this is for those who cant get the job they desired...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Struggle to find a life partner...( i think this is a big one too... and comman also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Struggle to do time pass.... ( life is just not the same ! Is it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Struggle to do something different... ( for those who are bored of routine life since childhood..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And for the  few lucky ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Struggle to maintain present phase of happiness ( they are married/unmarried, in a grt job, partyin wid friends.., in a place of choice...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see just 4-5 % of ppl i knw in this category....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gdluck to all... Like all times , this tooo shall passss.. for life is anything but a constant !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5690757437700190379?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5690757437700190379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5690757437700190379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5690757437700190379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5690757437700190379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-stage-of-life.html' title='This stage of life.....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5821224434732618204</id><published>2010-02-22T00:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:14:06.385+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday....</title><content type='html'>It dint seem like one today, i was working...we had organised a stockist meet...Corporate life is not easy. But again i wonder which life is really easy ? Apart from being born a millionaire's son ? I guess none... &lt;br /&gt;     Ther are arguments which will say, how is money related to all this... i think , by now i know enough reasons to believe how it is related &amp; i will reject all comments proving/arguing otherwise. I have seen millionaire's sons moving away from home and struggling in wild... its a choice they make ! whether they wish to stick along is something i have tried to find out. But not all are sissy's like me who will reveal failures for sake of being honest. As a child , i felt its brave to accept failures... even today i stick to that. U need balls to be successful. U need more balls to accept ur not successful. All da bullshit about world recognising success is true. But we live for ourselves... and not the world, rite ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But yet, dissappointment creeps into us... when we are subjected to opinions... i Guess that is what nirvana is all about. Being resistant to criticism /Opinions/Comments &amp; ofcourse not be scared of being unsuccessful. Surprisingly , i have not been criticized today... no its not even a backlash. It is purely a realisatiON. It may sound pessimistic/Unambitious to many. But, i guess some realizations will not come to all so soon after all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios... All this on a sunday nite!  God how the sunday's have changed... from fun to philosophy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5821224434732618204?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5821224434732618204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5821224434732618204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5821224434732618204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5821224434732618204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday.html' title='Sunday....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1816434496879952322</id><published>2010-02-15T22:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:57:53.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relations...</title><content type='html'>I dont think i am a big expert on this topic. No living person can master this topic though...  coz every relation is different... Management or science theories hav not yet created models for analysing relations... as much as our moral police in India have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One thing i have realised is that... relations are beyond equilibrium... or definition. At any point of time... we cannot knw, decide what we will do in advance. No stances can be taken... or if taken "Abided" by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Often, i m told by friends/Wife/Mom/dad... i'm a husband... fact is that the realization is still never on me... i hav stopped asking  myself "So what?"... i v just learnt to ignore tht statement... How does marriage change things ? To this day... i dont feel it does... not atleast for ppl who ve been together long enough before marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know life is gonno be long... mebbe this opinion can change... but for now... i just cannot find the answer. And i dont even want to... I mean, i never practiced answer of how i shud be responsible son/brother/friend...   why shud i answer these... havent we given enough tests already...Its da same me.. good/bad/evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Relaions are complicated... when they get analysed...nd the analysis ignored... especially if its nt frm a stakeholder !&lt;br /&gt;I guess same applies in professional life... And for first time... i hav applied something i learnt in professional life to my personal life !!&lt;br /&gt; Gnite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1816434496879952322?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1816434496879952322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1816434496879952322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1816434496879952322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1816434496879952322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/02/relations.html' title='Relations...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-9110596100226383364</id><published>2010-02-15T00:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:14:34.598+05:30</updated><title type='text'>V-day...</title><content type='html'>Every day, that she is around is a special day. It may or may not be a V-day.&lt;br /&gt; I m gonno miss being in bbay... tommorow this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-9110596100226383364?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/9110596100226383364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=9110596100226383364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/9110596100226383364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/9110596100226383364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day.html' title='V-day...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-8017938209031964744</id><published>2010-02-12T17:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:29:59.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>R@CE !</title><content type='html'>Well,  its a word... we were so excited to hear as kids. We played running race during lunch breaks... and relay in evenings. The same enthusiasm was never existent for studies somehow... while reading books, i planned how i will play cricket in evening... where i will field.. how i will bowl, how i will bat. Mind was everywhere but studies... I rarely remember times when my mind was blank and just  involved in studies... (that is, strictly for times when i had a book in my hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I think , work is slightly better... inspite of all da abuse (inflicted by organisation on me..) , frustrations... and pressures.. i am able to concentrate... when i m working, i m right on the job !! Slowly , i am  setting deadlines for work and trying to finish everything before evening. I was always a competitor... i hated to be last. Its very much same at work... Being Last is unacceptable... iTs almost like... ***k u a******* no matter wht u say... i will WIN !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I have stopped cribbing of the troubles in work, territory now... its almost a waste. Also the reason why blog has been empty for ages..I think its best if we dont take comments/Opinions personally... at the same time we shud realise our mistakes and ensure continous improvements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking criticism is a tough task... da sooner we learn that , easier our life gets. I am trying hard. But have a long way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the title of this post, life has become a race, no matter how much u run... u always have more laps to complete... No matter what record u make, ther is a new record waiting to be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-8017938209031964744?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/8017938209031964744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=8017938209031964744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8017938209031964744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8017938209031964744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/02/rce.html' title='R@CE !'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2235504749275279846</id><published>2010-02-06T23:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:47:47.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DLF... IPL Bakk in India !!</title><content type='html'>I loveee. T-20... i am glad DLF ipl is gonno be back... last iPL , i was in Pune  &amp; we saw each and every game... atleast as many as possible... me and Vaibhav...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It was a stint where accomplices became friends... I hope i dont have to see this IPL in Karnataka... but chances are glim tht it cud happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We have 2 days of reviews and a team building excercise now... next in Bangalore... I am really not looking forward to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month end ...also the targets were done...it was an Impossible task.. but we struggled.. got abused... and Yes we did it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Life runs... we struggle... and en we sit back and laugh abt it...  at times we rue our acts... But most often we forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Neways.... i am waiting for IPL... last season, the team i cheered had won !!&lt;br /&gt;i hOpe its an exciting tourney this yr also...&lt;br /&gt;chzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2235504749275279846?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2235504749275279846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2235504749275279846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2235504749275279846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2235504749275279846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/02/dlf-ipl-bakk-in-india.html' title='DLF... IPL Bakk in India !!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-4982988358172863606</id><published>2010-02-03T21:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:08:33.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There has been long silence on the blog for quite some time now... I was not too busy to not find time to blog. But yes, i have been too blank to write anything. I think as if life is just revolving around 2-3 things at this moment.Or mebbe all the thoughts are coming down to 2-3 things at this point of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think , i should stop thinking now.. Its the best thing ! However situations are making that very difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We make many decisions. Sticking to them can be very difficult some times... But fact is that we can make wrong decisions.. and sooner that we accept, sooner we can get rid of misery !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-4982988358172863606?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/4982988358172863606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=4982988358172863606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4982988358172863606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4982988358172863606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-has-been-long-silence-on-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6767043018668060276</id><published>2010-01-24T23:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:22:42.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tours...</title><content type='html'>It is sunday nite... i v spent my sunday travelling ... to r each gulbarga. My manager is going to visit my area for first time. It is tense time... I think its more of a sympathy tour coz i v applied for transfer due to personal reasons... He is coming more to console or reason out wid me (Obv ey dont want me to leave this  fuckkd up area.. it will be hard to find replacements)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    N. karnataka is quite cold.... u cannot walk on roads without shiverin. I v got used to the loneliness in da  atmosphere , slowly learning to walka alone. Last week i have applied for transfer, I am awaiting company's response... dont think much will happen. Lets see whose side is luck favoring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Miss playing  a lot these days, i have become highly fitness conscious.. now spending max time on treadmill... miss playing cricket, badminton wid buls. m not goin home till a week more nw... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We v planned to watch Ishqiya... love da song "Dil toh baccha hai ji"....&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since i got drunk... wish i cud hav an evening wid friends and get drunk !! Tours have become a part of life... i need some stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6767043018668060276?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6767043018668060276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6767043018668060276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6767043018668060276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6767043018668060276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/01/tours.html' title='Tours...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-9207501085239686436</id><published>2010-01-14T00:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:33:54.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is Brilliance ?</title><content type='html'>Strange question....&lt;br /&gt;1. Is brilliance about doing what is told ? (In da fastestspeed,best way or On time )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is brilliance about showing others... dat u v done wht s told..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is brilliance about nt doing whts told nd yet being safe and sound and happy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is brilliance about not giving a dammn ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is brilliance about being rich and prosperous ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is brilliance about inventions , innovations ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is brilliance about doing complex things easily... or is it about simplifying complex things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is brilliance , what you judge of yourself or what others judge of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These are questions we face everyday... All of us are working hard and all of us want to excel at what we achieve,... the way people try to sell themselves just made me wonder/think on these points today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will make other post to write what i believe it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-9207501085239686436?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/9207501085239686436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=9207501085239686436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/9207501085239686436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/9207501085239686436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-brilliance.html' title='What is Brilliance ?'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6555027119951581278</id><published>2010-01-04T19:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:21:49.104+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spreee....</title><content type='html'>Couple of days back, wifey's uncle visited our house... The moment he called her to inform her that he was on his way to our "GAREEB MAHAL"  bulz was running all across the house like the Toon character of ATOM Ant, trying to clear bits and pieces as if the house will transform into a TAJ mahal ! After she had finished , she turned to me and said "Ketu, do we look poor ? " i Laughed... and said sure widout any furniture we are bound to look poor. To which she added "Maybe , the LCD will make us look rich.. and both of us were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Uncle came and left... i kept teasing bulz hw his looks suggested how poor he felt we were... and hw he dint like our house ( i feel Bulz has done a fantastic job wid whatever was available, But hell yea to tease is my birthright !!) Neways bulz kept looking worried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next evening when we went to da mall... i was nt surprised how we wer visiting shops havin just dinning tables.. first... en scouting for centre tables and in no time Bed was also added to the wishlist.(I had taken dimensions of all furniture and seen if it matches sppace available in our house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YEsterday when we reached vashi...little did we knw tht we wud shop so much in a day...&lt;br /&gt;first we visited the shop frm where we had bought the T.V panel... Buls had selected ,     &lt;br /&gt;    Glass Dinning table ( she said round is da preferred shape)&lt;br /&gt;     Centre table ...( wooden and low height)&lt;br /&gt;    Bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She said she loved all of it... and we even paid advance and bargained for best price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But bulz was still unhappy as we had not found da shoe rack.. and ran out of budget.&lt;br /&gt;Tired , we went home.. After talking to mom, eating ghar  ka pohaa... and drinking tea i decided to go out and check out latest Sony ericson mobile(I cant buy it now , but i wanna see it once) After reaching the store , we (i mean bulz) found out they have a new section of furniture opening on top floor... obviously we wer going to check it out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went up &amp; da gemini females mind had changed ends... she cancelled da dinning table booked earlier .. and bought a new one. I saw a wooden sofa wich i liked.. I decided to buy it too for our house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hours we had bought, Bed, dinning table, centre table... sofa, she will buy da mattress soon, shoe rack is on da way. Hushhh , the house will be cramped for space now... and i fear my wife may just want a bigger one sooon...lol, just kidding !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And so... we wont be Poor nemore WIFEY :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6555027119951581278?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6555027119951581278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6555027119951581278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6555027119951581278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6555027119951581278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-spreee.html' title='Shopping Spreee....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2527624971514877062</id><published>2010-01-01T23:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:44:48.648+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Year End - Part II</title><content type='html'>So , yes on 26th morning our trip began... Right before the trip, Khedya was caught by the police for tresspassing in high security zone (BARC) and almost went behind bars for talking rudely to Security Incharge... until Deopure stepped in and saved his arse !! Neways , post that they came to Mulund and picked me up... The trip was great... we had fun on the way. Scenery too was amazing. When we reached Marleshwar temple... we had to climb 500 steps(all of us except Khedya were dead by the time we reached up) On the way, khedya and Yogi (the wedding boy) fought on Phone !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Weird &amp; Dramatic... Best friends fighting before one friends mARRIage... corporate life has taught me diplomacy . And i dint step in the dispute ... normally i would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Neways spending the whole day on road trip , by night we reached Kolhapur. Our stay arrangements were all done... We had our quota of Liquor and went to sleep to prepare ourselves for next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wedding went smoothly. We had a good day. Although it was not as much fun as my wedding ..lol ( Yea, i did enjoy my marriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While coming back, we dint sleep a moment in da car... we sang songs.. had chicken on da dhaba.. Oh, the trip was much needed and a real funtime !! Moi and khedya had planned it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have spent the remaining 7 days at home.. I cant believe i have been home for 7 days. Every day has been spent in the realization of "what i have been missing and i will be missing "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We saw, Avataar and 3 idiots(loved the songs)..  spent the new years eve with Mutlee and Irfi at home ... watching movies, enjoyin pizza and sipping Vodka.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Staying home is so Much more fun !!! We have planned how to decorate our house... Come jun, our house will have a much different look for sure.... I miss being wid Bulz... she is definitely my better half :(...  brings the best out of me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorw i go back to Karnataka... . with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About 2009 --    It has been a happening year, on all fronts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Good things :&lt;br /&gt; I got MARRIED !!&lt;br /&gt; I shifted into my first house.. and we set it up !!&lt;br /&gt; I got PROMOTED !!&lt;br /&gt; I made new friends... Arbinder, aditi &amp; Jindal... ( we wer just accomplices in 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bad things ...&lt;br /&gt; I was sent to Karnataka... (Hubli)&lt;br /&gt; I had to shift immediately into my second house (in hubli) without getting to stay in first house :(&lt;br /&gt; FINANCES are bad... i have blown up tooo much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Resolutions for 2010...&lt;br /&gt; Change job and shift to Mumbai...&lt;br /&gt; Learning to cook.&lt;br /&gt; Learning to drive a 4 wheeler...&lt;br /&gt; Learning to play guitar...&lt;br /&gt; Need to go to Gymmm...&lt;br /&gt; Read more Management oriented books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  never felt i was geeky,  but my hunger for knowledge has intensified in last 4-5 months. I am surely planning for a 3 rd degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Neways so much for now. Lastly Plz plz plz plz answer my prayers oh Lord !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Song playing in my mind&lt;br /&gt; Give me some sunshine....&lt;br /&gt; Give me some rain...&lt;br /&gt; Give me another chance...&lt;br /&gt; I wanna grow up once again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2527624971514877062?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2527624971514877062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2527624971514877062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2527624971514877062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2527624971514877062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-end-part-ii.html' title='Year End - Part II'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-8933713121517918677</id><published>2009-12-29T14:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:21:20.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Year end.... Part 1</title><content type='html'>December started with thunders.... Its been the most hectic month of my short career. In november , month end i went at war with my Manager for the fight of "Right" and "WRONG" needless to say according to me i was right here and he was wrong. I knew what was coming my way, when me and my team were immediately called to chennai for a review by "ANNA" as we call him within our team. I spent sleepless nights preparing all numbers, figures, statistics... to prove myself correct and SPENT equal time to prepare my team for the assault we wer to face as well. Chennai was OUR victory !! Anna could not match our preparations, we had the right answers to all his questions..(Khedya and me planned a roadtrip to Kolhapur via Konkan in his new car before we reached YOGI's wedding..) But finally Anna had the mastermove with him... I had applied for a week's leave in december end. Anna said finish your targets before 23rd and u can go on leave with a big grin on his face... I said fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a mad race...to finish 30 days task in 20 days for the leave !! The team was upto the task... Our biggest enemy was my counterpart in  Karnataka "S" who looks after other part of karnataka... He sees Bangalore, while i run the show in remaining 21 districts. In manufacturing driven industries selling is a challenge at the same time   Availabiity of material is the other challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We spent a week planning , 4 good days in bangalore depot just ensuring we are able to steal maximum   material... by 22nd , the battle was over. We had won it... and won it well !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 23rd evening i called anna to tell him , victory was mine... &lt;br /&gt; But in frenzy of work, i had forgotten to book tickets for Mumbai from bangalore... I cudnt afford the flight...  Ther was no volvo ticket available... I had planned a ROADTRIP in Khedya 's brand new I 20 TO konkan before we went to yogi's marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that yea, spend the christmas day wid Buls... watch a movie. It was a plan , khedya and i had made... 25th with family, 26th wid friends..(we convinced ajay to bunk work and join us ) 27th in Yogi's wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , i left bangalore in a shitty bus coz all volvo's were booked. It took 14 Hours to reach Belgaum instead of 8 hours normally... so  leaving blore at 9.30 pm i reached belgaum around 11.30.. I took  an ST from Belgaum to Kolhapura.. where i reached around 2.30. Then, no volvo frm Kolhapur to Bbay as well... during the day !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miserable, i walked to ST stand again... And other surprise awaited me.. Their was no ST from Kolhapur to Mumbai till 5.30.. I was desperate to reach Home before 8. &lt;br /&gt;I took the first ST out of Kolhapur to Pune. I reached Pune exactly at 8.30 FROM where i took a cab to mumbai and i reached Mumbai around 11 in Night !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for meeting wifey and spending a day with her... and going for a road trip from Mumbai to Kolhapur via Konkan wid all JB friends...IN kHEDYA's new car... AND attend Yogi's wedding.. where i could have easily gone from hubli to Kolhapur !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But neways, thts what happens to you when ur staying alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cont'd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-8933713121517918677?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/8933713121517918677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=8933713121517918677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8933713121517918677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/8933713121517918677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-end-part-1.html' title='Year end.... Part 1'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5093642521278225193</id><published>2009-12-24T00:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:41:46.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>I lovee watching friends... especially when i m alone.Life has changed so much.. learning strategy making ... and implementing strategy is something which transforms boys to men to monsters... I am avoiding that transformation, how long is a question i dont see myself answering for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Growth is a word which brings smiles , and in decisions it devastates many smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching the episode where , Chandler and Monica want to move into the new house... their is so much pressure on them to just break the news... And yet so many memories which keep them from breaking the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life is so full of memories and tough times... we have to keep moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5093642521278225193?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5093642521278225193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5093642521278225193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5093642521278225193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5093642521278225193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2315003010951696388</id><published>2009-12-20T11:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:10:56.595+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Year END !!</title><content type='html'>Hello all. No, i wasnt dead or lazy... i have been simply busy over last 3 weeks...  from mangalore -Bangalore-Chennai-Bangalore-Hubli-Mumbai-Belgaum-GULBARGA-Hubli....spending 11 nights travelling , obviously i had little time to blog. Neways today m back in my home at Hubli after a month almost. Load shedding or POWER cuts... is the name of the game here .. with 7 Hours of regular power cuts. With most of my work revolving around a Laptop. The level of discomfort is quite clear. Neways , its year end... where as a kid i used to rejoice... its a disaster if ur  in sales.. Year end is clearing all the backlog of the year in space of 20 days... Its high pressure time.. Tempers flare and there are fights all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ideally this month end sales closing is going to go on till 29th of december... But i have cracked a deal with my boss under which i will leave as soon as i finish my target.. LEAVING FOR HOME (ANd yogi's wedding) so , its just that one reason which has kept me going through out the month... As i have transformed into a merciless butcher for my team.. But neways i have even told em that they will get a 7 days break if we do it by 23rd.. Its a  race. So much for going Home early... What awaits me there is 7 days of total relaxation.... no work !!! bas aaram... The feeling is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; January again will be action packed... Mumbai-hubli-bangalore-chennai-hubli-mangalore-hubli-belgaum-gulbarga-bijapur.... And by the time all gets over.. Month end is there... Weird !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life will revolve around month ends... but for now i wanna go home... And i wanna change the job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2315003010951696388?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2315003010951696388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2315003010951696388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2315003010951696388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2315003010951696388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-end.html' title='Year END !!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6550328515078816900</id><published>2009-12-04T00:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:12:23.719+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mangalore...</title><content type='html'>I have been in mangalore for last 3 days....  its a dreaded tour for me (roads to mangalore are ..oops i wanted to say roads dont exist ... u hav to move over lots of rocks to reach mangalore !!(yea , even if ur cming from hubli or frm Bangalore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dakhsin kannada is a great place apart frm that... Its just beautiful and  u feel really close to nature...   People here are very ROI oriented, they calculate profit in almost anything...Food is awesome... and cheap !People are filthy rich... all families have someone working in DUBAI... Wifey studied in manipal... i went to that place today...  Its a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life in small towns is very boring. Everything shuts down at 9.  Show off is the trend of the city... ppl will only show off here...   they will tell u da size of er house...   number of cars...   places ey hav visited in India/abroad... whether they fly business classs or economy...  if they stay in 3/5/7 stars. Life doesnt get ne more exciting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways , yea this is a filler post. I am so scared of drifting away that i am writing fillers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6550328515078816900?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6550328515078816900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6550328515078816900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6550328515078816900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6550328515078816900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/12/mangalore.html' title='Mangalore...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7541515487882682908</id><published>2009-11-26T01:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:26:26.618+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How women can Nag !</title><content type='html'>One of the episode , from season 9 of friends...(Yea, i dint sleep.. I'm awake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Chandler is putting plates on the table from monica's fav'rite crockery set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He puts the 1st plate  on the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONICA : *CAREFUL*( light whisper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second plate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONICA : *CAREFULL* (raising her voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Plate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica : *CAREFUL**  (Shouting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANDLER :(Loosing patience) OK, I WILL TELL YOU ONE THING...&lt;br /&gt;            For the rest of my life , I WILL BE CAREFUL UNTIL TOLD OTHERWISE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7541515487882682908?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7541515487882682908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7541515487882682908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7541515487882682908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7541515487882682908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-women-can-nag.html' title='How women can Nag !'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-9081454118266626796</id><published>2009-11-25T23:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:03:34.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blank thoughts ...</title><content type='html'>Its been such a long time.... the blog is shouting silence .. My last 3 weeks have been soo super hectic and so dissappointing that i dont know how to mention them... I am trying hard to erase that i ever lived em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The word pressure has new definitions in life.. The word career has no meanings. Ages back , i heard it wont count how brilliant you are ... it will count how many punches you can take. Its not worth taking any punches, when you know you have options. All this struggle stories are no more my  favourites...  STRUGGLE is sad !! World is full of opportunities... nobody is priceless/indispensable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Every day as they say is a learning. I have learned too much in this month. I need to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-9081454118266626796?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/9081454118266626796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=9081454118266626796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/9081454118266626796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/9081454118266626796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/11/blank-thoughts.html' title='blank thoughts ...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2292683685641841825</id><published>2009-11-12T06:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:27:42.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dhandaa !</title><content type='html'>Yes yes, i know that most of you are by now thinking that i have become a typical roadside  gunda/mavali/maveshi  whatever you may call it... But , the fact is this is an occupational hazard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have worked very hard , to keep a check on my language and not to harm any of my team mates with Verbal/sarcastic assaults. As , we continue being the growth drivers in a stagnant economy.. nobody can afford loosing team members  and retention is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had a regional meet in chennai , to plan for the next year. And i met several line managers. Last 3 days have been spent in drilling into our minds that only motive/sole reason of our survival... Life &amp; death... is DHANDA !!    We need dhanda &amp; we need more of it...(Mind you , the usage of words is modified but the intentions were same in sophisticated english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Surprisingly i d felt 3 days in chennai would be a refreshing change. SAd part is, i have slept for 2 hours in last 3 days , such has been the intensity of  work/planning/Ch*****giri thrown to us. Yesterday , we finalised on the Expected plan of sales... da very sight of it is gruelling...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Demand/sales/Incentive planning for 600  products just means two words to me... *BHEJA FRY*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 Months  in high pressure atmosphere has made me realize just a few things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As much efforts  we put in working... if we put the same efforts in making WORK sound exciting and FUN for others results are much much better. And anyways , i hate to work so might as well put the effort elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rest... Nothing is fine.. Life is in a total messs... I WISH I COULD KILL THE PEOPLE WHO SENT ME HERE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2292683685641841825?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2292683685641841825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2292683685641841825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2292683685641841825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2292683685641841825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/11/dhandaa.html' title='Dhandaa !'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1100085919937644555</id><published>2009-11-07T23:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:06:56.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Song playing in my mind...</title><content type='html'>aani paani re, khaare paani re       &lt;br /&gt;Nainon mein bhar jaa, neendein khaali kar jaa&lt;br /&gt;Paani paani re, khaare paani re &lt;br /&gt;Nainon mein bhar jaa, neendein khaali kar jaa&lt;br /&gt;Paani paani in pahaadon ki dhalaanon se utar jaa na&lt;br /&gt;Dhuaan dhuaan kuch vaadiyaan bhi aayenge, guzar jaa na&lt;br /&gt;Ek gaaon aayega, mera ghar aayega&lt;br /&gt;Jaa mere ghar jaa, neendein khaali kar jaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1100085919937644555?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1100085919937644555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1100085919937644555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1100085919937644555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1100085919937644555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-playing-in-my-mind.html' title='Song playing in my mind...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-4347905479935569721</id><published>2009-11-03T22:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:15:15.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>Well, i hav joined the gymm here... I cant find the time to go everyday.  But i 'm trying. Times change all of us... I am not an exception ! I have changed so much over the last 3 years , that at times i am myself shocked to see the changes i have allowed myself to go through... or gone through rather unwillingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So , yes getting back to the  gym part... Few years back, i went to gymm with my friends... at a point of time , there would 3-4 of us... Mutts, ron , Jitu, Waman... all working out at same point of time in same gymm...  dose days wer fun. We used to compete hard amongst ourselves.... while exercising. I was notorious for doing less warm up , and ofcourse lifting heavy weights even at cost of Half repetitions ... Mutts was ofcourse da disciplined guy , he still continues to be... RON was irregular. Coz he studied most amidst 4 of us... Jitu , got KT'S (he flunked and cud not continue later..) Waman had GF'S and GAMING commitments ... so he was also quite irregular... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But, we used to be in gymm for long hours... laughing at each other and on others... remember VIJAY ?? LOL , da gymm owner who was da butt of our jokes all da time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now , when i go to gymm...   my schedule is completely opposite... i just do warm up... spend long time of tread mill (which i never did then)... hardly lift weights... like before... People around me are all talking to each other... i stay alone and quiet, listen to music and come back home... I cannot make new friends , partly coz i am a loner, partly coz  everybody speaks KANNADA only ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, gymm is a good break from any . I mean any PERSONAL/PROFESSIONAL kind of   stress....    MUTTS is da only guy , who has gone to gymm nonstop for last 3-4 yrs... amongst ppl i know....  for me its just a  dream !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL , bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-4347905479935569721?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/4347905479935569721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=4347905479935569721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4347905479935569721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/4347905479935569721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-6102962876985360572</id><published>2009-10-28T23:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:47:53.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wondering Mind...</title><content type='html'>Who can control , what ther mind thinks ?? Nobody... actions can be controlled , thoughts cannot... People who can control thoughts are slaves in true form !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well , as i see Rang de Basanti for the Nth time... mind wonders yet again ! Asks , what is right and what is wrong ??  Who decides ?? who acts ?? how one acts ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is so easy at times , to answer when we are not a part of the set or the universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Having travelled to areas , which are classified as below poverty line... be it in Maharashtra, or M.P (which is amidst the poorest states in the country) Now seeing karnataka... i do see , how people reach the levels they do. Being a sales guy ,and having passed out from a premier b school... My past 3-4 years have passed in  hearing how a lot of work is to be done in Rural areas... Lot of revenue can be earned in rural areas... Lot of penetration in terms of distribution/SERVICES... is to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now , working on a similar mission. I realize expectations are vast... But we are missing the step of Basic requirements being provided... to the needy. &lt;br /&gt;RURAL FINANCES/RURAL Distribution are not a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; having seen t he state of affairs in these areas... i will not blame the villagers to preach/follow naxalism or extremist anti state feelings...They havent recieved anything... It is a clear story of developing 1/4th of a population and neglecting the 3/4th of anything...  in terms of geographical development scale would be worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even in terms of a comman man, we as a society havent contributed in any way. Its just ... IT Parks, Industries.... everything else has gone for a toss...&lt;br /&gt;India growth story that B schools, Industrialists, Economists, Comman man, Govt has harped on is  just a big way of telling people how great we are !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, it dint stuck me by just travelling... i am reading  "Red sun", a book on Naxalite movement in India by Sudeep chakrobathy...    It makes one nervous... and is extremely disturbing... Seven days back, i believed in Incredible India ... and da growth story. Now... i can relate everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How, we tend to neglect the facts right in front of our eyes... or how we are unable to see them ... i wonder !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-6102962876985360572?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/6102962876985360572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=6102962876985360572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6102962876985360572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/6102962876985360572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/10/wondering-mind.html' title='Wondering Mind...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5702827906053671477</id><published>2009-10-26T23:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:58:36.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drives...</title><content type='html'>Well, i am learning to drive... all by myself. I have decided not to take driving classes. Instead just practice myself , in responsible company. So far its going good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had visited Mumbai last week. I drove frm Mulund to powai. And vashi to Mulund... in watchful and encouraging company of Wifey ! Here in hubli , every night i drive to dinner... in company of Y.G, my room mate... i could have never imagined driving a car would be so difficult en driving a bike... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bike was like a bird !! Free flying in Open sky... Car is like a tank stuck in desert... Only people who know how i drove my bike will relate to this. Bike was/is/will be my first love. Car , just restricts the freedom is what i feel. Yes its comfortable for sure. I had planned that , if i get bbay i would buy a kool bike and Bulz would buy a car. But unfortunately that dint happen and i had to buy a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Its a diesel tank, roaring all the time... but an ideal vehicle for roads in this part of the world as Bro had advised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I enjoyed going for drives in Mutlee's Innova... and he used to tell dat how difficult it is to drive it in city traffic... I can only imagine it now. Although, i miss da rides... its an amazing car. I like it better en any car i have sat in. It can accomodate everybody as well. I miss Sec- 16 all da time !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Neways, so much for nw.. Cya !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5702827906053671477?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5702827906053671477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5702827906053671477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5702827906053671477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5702827906053671477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/10/drives.html' title='Drives...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-1919958381662152770</id><published>2009-10-23T00:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:21:53.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adventures....</title><content type='html'>They say that adventures are for bold , courageous &amp; the lucky ones... But very few notice that adventures are also for the really determined fellas too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Will get back to this later in the post... Now getting back to where i had left the previous post. I left mumbai for hyderabad, from er we moved in our cab to ... Bidar, Gulbarga... Bijapura and now in Raichur !! Otherwise it would have been a adventure but now with the job. Its just too much of trouble. Neways, North karnataka is very much like the untouchable part of Karnataka... Highly neglected by the government and extremely underdeveloped. I wish we were not so biased towards Metroes. All the areas have some historic ruins or monuments... Forts, mosques and Tombs. You feel good to look at them at times... (I know the other things are in that bad state !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thankfully roads are better in this part of world.. Recently there were floods in North karnataka... All property was damaged... As we passed a canal supplying water to raichur on our way here... we saw a dead goat floating in that water... Weeks after the floods such is the state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, back to the title of this post... In bijapur we visited Golgumbaz.. which is an interesting place to visit. It is tomb of adilshah, for those of you who knw about him. Viewing time is till 6 in evening. Me and my colleaque were wonderin why the restriction... Actually any time u shout at the top (in whispering gallery) u get to hear the echo 11 times... which can be quite horrifying in da dark. We imagined. En we went up to   stretch our vocal chords. The steps were atleast 20-25 inches and it was quite difficult climbing through the thin crevice in the wall... If anything we came to know why the time restrictions were kept. While coming down it was dark... and we cudnt see a thing and kept hurting ourselves... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In morning when we wer to leave... a Marathi family was having breakfast on table next to us...4 ladies and 2 children ... both little gals.. 2 ladies had maps in their hand.. They were on an exploring drive... Making plans of places to visit , around and mapping the roads leading to those places... It was an all ladies party. By the tone all sounded from Pune ... Later when we moved out. I noticed they had come in there own TATA SUMO. And one of the lady was driving it... I am not saying ladies dont drive. But honestly i have never come across such an event in past years... All ladies out alone in a heavy vehicle... finding roads , exploring a  place with PATHETIC ROADS and worst traffic sense... It was evident from there conversations that they dinno anything about the place and just wanted to explore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cheers to enthusiasm , i said to myself.. I wish i can also do this some day... Just go out and explore... (AND IT SHOULD NOT BE A MARKET VISIT !!) with family , friends...   would love to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all da ladies seemed in der mid 30's and 40's ...    So, adventure is for bold, courageous , lucky and also da determined felllas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gnite... Lots of travelling ahead tommorow as well... Not reaching home before saturday :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-1919958381662152770?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/1919958381662152770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=1919958381662152770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1919958381662152770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/1919958381662152770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventures.html' title='Adventures....'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-5743064579412482830</id><published>2009-10-20T22:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:36:14.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diwali !!</title><content type='html'>diwali... came and went !! I went home and came back... time sped away before i could be ready to leave... i did what i really wanted to do. Laze around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slept till late... was on the bean bag whole day... saw "wake up sid".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On first day , house was cleaned... we decorated da house... en went to Vashi.. met family and friends... second day was intense... i went to meet jb friends... promised to come back early but got drunk and came back very late...  in turn facing the wrath of a furious wifey !! It was wrong to leave her alone on diwali,... My mistake. Sorry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last day was great... slept till late... woke up  , played scrabble... watched movie...  went for a drive... ate at home...   Invited parents home for lunch...   Wifey made great nd tasty lunch... Leaving is an emotional time ... u have to almost become heartless... or become some sort of a guru and preach urself... that *Such is life,.... such is life* Screw it , this job has to CHANGE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Although meeting JB friends resulted in a lot of trouble for me... i needed to meet em... its just that i shudnnt have got late !! But its hard to wrap up so fast... when u talk so much...I dont feel guilty. I should have just done better time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for now, I am in gulbarga. Next 3 days are of intensive touring  !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &amp;  happy diwali (Belated)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-5743064579412482830?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/5743064579412482830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=5743064579412482830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5743064579412482830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/5743064579412482830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali.html' title='Diwali !!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-7601552207301748453</id><published>2009-10-10T01:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:21:31.009+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diwali special hai kya ??</title><content type='html'>As me and my team member were passing through a flood affected village today. We were feeling really depressed. (All villages are destroyed, which means this diwali their will be no sales... we have extended targets). My team member said feeling depressed... *Ketan, what is so special about diwali ??* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Why are they screwing us after diwali ?? We dont have a diwali with our families... These people wont be celebrating diwali... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I just smiled and said... dont find excuses of not doing your target... Target toh karna hai !! But then i said... yea Diwali suxx... special thing is we are screwed more... and both of us were laughing... Our driver was probably just thinking these morons stay home and dont make me drive on diwali ... (i insist on same driver..to the taxi provider.. it feels good to see familiar faces !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But yea , it gets me thinking ... what is so special about diwali. I can only think of 3 things..&lt;br /&gt; 1. Holidays (its been er for last 20 years since i came to senses)&lt;br /&gt; 2. Karanjii (mom makes it only on diwali )&lt;br /&gt; 3... (and latest) I get to meet Buls !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They said diwali celebrations started when Ram came back to ayodhya after 14 years..  Thank god he found a way back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My plans for diwali:&lt;br /&gt; Meeting up friends...&lt;br /&gt; Spending a lot of time at home..&lt;br /&gt; Harassing as many ppl as possible. (I m doing enough of that in Karnataka also, but i m sure at home their is no revenge element !)&lt;br /&gt; Eating a lot of good home made food !! &lt;br /&gt; Shopping .. ?? Depends!&lt;br /&gt; Watching matches.. movies...&lt;br /&gt; Sleeping ... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lots of work to do... who said i was on a holiday ?? between their is one week for the holiday to start..But its all i m waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-7601552207301748453?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/7601552207301748453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=7601552207301748453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7601552207301748453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/7601552207301748453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-special-hai-kya.html' title='Diwali special hai kya ??'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-3860765020664024984</id><published>2009-10-06T00:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:08:40.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recap from the Past @ Khandala !!</title><content type='html'>So, it was our 10th standard or was it 9th ? help me out guys (Mutlee, Irfee, Ron) ... We wer all scouts (good for nothing.lol)&lt;br /&gt;      Being a scout was a matter of pride in school days, coz u get a different khaki chaddi, a cap, a scarf and different shoes. All scouts  to learn Knots, and camping talkss. we got to play football always after da class.Scouts wer divided into clans.. I was in Wolf clan. Ravi and Irfan i think wer in Horse clan.Dont rem Ron's clan !! So , yea being a scout was da cool thing !!! Lolz. Our prof. was an interesting guy... We had gone for a camp to khandala..it was an old rehabiliation centre of a church we stayed in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     3-4 guys had to stay in each room,we had fun... dint sleep a moment. I never sleep on night outs... and ensure ppl dont sleep around me too early either. I know it freaks out ppl around me sometimes, but i dont care.. Night outs are to stay up.. leave sleep  @ Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We went for early morning walk, overseeing the Tiger valley. At night there were entertainment acts... some skits.. I rem , Der was dis frnd Malekar ! who had dressed up as a gal... and a  teacher had done his getover... wid make shift breasts... used rubber balls i think (which was done by our fat hindi teacher !! ) she was sooo fat that once the chair had  bent when she sat on it...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ther was this guy(he was da care taker or somethin i reckon ) over ther, who used to stay er... and he played guitar also...&lt;br /&gt;He had sung da song "Words" while strumming the guitar for us... and told us how it was difficult staying away from family in dat place.so he relaxed by playing guitar. (i rem,those lines just when i was thinking about the same thing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was a fun trip..... Being away from family is difficult. Being away from friends is WORST.Enjoying becomes 110% difficult. ! Its almost like a part of your personality is lost and left behind !! Perhaps that is why people change when they get into work, family... They cant stay in touch with friends any more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yea.. getting back to khandala. It was fun. I doubt if i will ever have a trip like that... it was da first of our good trips ... what say guys ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Song playing : Kitni haseen zindagi hai ye...&lt;br /&gt;              .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-3860765020664024984?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/3860765020664024984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=3860765020664024984' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3860765020664024984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/3860765020664024984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/10/recap-from-past-khandala.html' title='Recap from the Past @ Khandala !!'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103941047416725753.post-2422640704736029213</id><published>2009-10-05T18:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:32:48.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Horizon...</title><content type='html'>They say horizon of thoughts, life is endless.... is it ???    Have been thinking if it could really be so ...  And what about horizon of Life ??? Can we draw a circle around all the things which our life revolves ... Lemme pen down a few things my life revolves around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Basics (Roti, Kapda, Makkan)&lt;br /&gt; Maaaaa...........&lt;br /&gt; Biwi , errr i hate that word ... Let it be Buls !&lt;br /&gt; Friends...&lt;br /&gt; Family...&lt;br /&gt; Defiance !! (Yea, i was born defiant... people around me are haplessly breathing to get me into Matrix of Compliance !!! Well , tame me if you can !!)&lt;br /&gt; Worries...&lt;br /&gt; Thinking...&lt;br /&gt; Cricket...&lt;br /&gt; Gaming...&lt;br /&gt; Shopping...&lt;br /&gt; Achieving my dreams... (No no, no ambitions... all stuff like going to places... buying things !! I am greedy !!)&lt;br /&gt; Ummm, cant think of more... see the list is so small !  I tagg all readers to do da same... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chao !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103941047416725753-2422640704736029213?l=ruckallfules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/feeds/2422640704736029213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=103941047416725753&amp;postID=2422640704736029213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2422640704736029213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103941047416725753/posts/default/2422640704736029213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruckallfules.blogspot.com/2009/10/horizon.html' title='Horizon...'/><author><name>Mysterio!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02318395200407654225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FgVZVg-1qYI/SRdAl793vSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/35lDtlO_0YA/S220/PICT0098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
