<?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-7969845086128864141</id><updated>2012-01-24T12:25:17.144-08:00</updated><category term='Spell ur Name'/><category term='Loves everywhere.....but its hidden'/><category term='Worth talkin&apos;..hehe Words n Worth'/><category term='Embrace de color god has given us all...'/><category term='first trip...up in de cloudz'/><category term='Thaz de goody goody boy'/><category term='Fuel for Thought'/><category term='Black day'/><category term='Cry when de time comes before it;s too late'/><category term='coffee time'/><title type='text'>Krisshy boy'zzzz life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-2992930375793468496</id><published>2009-07-26T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:39:25.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuel for Thought'/><title type='text'>Carto-mobile Engineering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/Sm09SrnibUI/AAAAAAAAA6I/1Grg1wBkvBU/s1600-h/IMG_2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/Sm09SrnibUI/AAAAAAAAA6I/1Grg1wBkvBU/s400/IMG_2700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363010122423627074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Thursday afternoon, I thought I would jus drop by a foodstuff shop to grab a drink to quench my thirst. There was ample parking space and neatly fitted my car into one of the allocated spaces, got a drink n started sipping in those drops like a mad animal who has been wandering for water for days. A very sporty looking SUV came by and parked next to my jalopy. The guy got out and steamed inside the shop. Now something really made me look at him up and down like a child lost in Disney land. He was all fine but it’s the car, not because it’s a very extravagant sports car but he has left his engine running and took his on sweet time to get back. I just wished if this was someplace in India. I’m sure he wouldn’t find the car in the next wink of his eye. Well I was jus wondering how much fuel he would be wasting where fuel prices are getting expensive day by day and production has decreased due to the downfall of the economy. I can remember my neighbor who ended up substituting his car for a bike to office due to the sky high rise in prices of fuel in India. The rise can be compared to the tall buildings visible in New York, Dubai or any cosmopolitan city for that matter. It may not be the same here but my chimera takes me to the wildest of all imaginations like what if the prediction given by geologists that oil would be available for the next forty years only to only next week!! Well if its next week oil prices would be much more expensive than an airline ticket would cost you to and fro. Well let it be compared in sync with the costliest diamond. What would people travel in? For the next one week people driving cars would be regarded as billionaires no matter what car they drive on the roads or be it even some debris of some old 1940’s Opel. But the week after that even they would be put to shame. The country’s only farmers who once used to hide their bullock carts and carts pulled by the domestic animals in compunction would be the one’s who wouldn’t be worried about. To who once using the road was forbidden, would rule the roads. We would end up having bullock-taxi’s, donkey-cab’s and so on. Just like how we have the fastest cars like buggati veron and Porsche to name a few the carts pulled by horses would join that league in that era and would be regarded as the fastest ever. The once lost tradition of manufacturing carts business would swing up in boom. Car showrooms would make al the space they have to showcase new carts of varying sizes and designs to cater to the customer needs. They would be even more expensive than cars so from then people owning carts would be regarded as the wealthy lot. Forbes list of the richest people would completely overturn and cart manufactures and people associated with the production of cart accessories would be substituting those places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngsters would be cursing their self for the amount of fuel they have wasted on by un-necessary acceleration and speeding and not switching of their cars while parked for a while since they will miss all the fun of driving a car with their date. The next generation would hardly know how it feels to be inside a car. The carts of the era would come fully equipped with a fan surrogating the air conditioners in the cars and also with a air horn. They would be having electric lights as head lamps powered by a dynamo which would be connected to the wheel of the carts jus like how the light works in a bicycle. The same power generated would be used to play a music system. Managers and CEO’s would be coming to office and meetings on them (I just can’t wait to see how my CEO fits in that) and sales people would have to travel on a bicycle which would be a tiring task. Getting a promotion would not only enable them a hike in a salary but also the possibility of getting a car oops I mean a cart! People would start working hard to earn that extra penny and promotion to avail the offer of getting a cart just like how people now are least bothered about wasting oil and look out for new cars. Major car manufactures would end up re-branding their names as Toyocart, Porschcart, Lambocart, Mercedocart, Chevycart, Chryslecart, Lexcart and so on. It would be fun to see TV advertisements showcasing the latest carts in town. I just can’t wait to hear how they describe the features and what would be used for technical terms like horsepower brakes and so on. Petrol stations would be a place where carts can be serviced and surprisingly we would them selling hay and grass which would be the fuel for the poor animal pulling the cart. Agriculture would reach greater heights and the green revolution which happens to be a dumb and deaf language would now be echoed to every corner of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman Borlaug and M.S Swaminathan who started the green revolution in Mexico and India respectively in the late 40’s would be regarded as the father of the era’s fuel generators. University’s would bring up a new courses on cartomobile engineering just like automobile engineering and we would have diploma, bachelors, masters and PhDs in them leaving no stone unturned. Farmers and owners of carts for decades would be giving guest lectures and act as visiting faculties in universities about the mechanism of how cart’s work and run. I’m sure it would be pretty hilarious but we are laughing at our own stupidity. Only if we save this very fuel today this won’t happen tomorrow and it would just be a mere wild dream. We aren’t still late infact and been humans we can act immediately to make that 40 years  to 120 years by saving all we can. This not only goes for fuel but all kinds of wastages we do today like electricity, water, nature and so on. Everything is a chain reaction and if one fails the next on the table would surely collide before you could wink. This is truly a fuel for thought as Andrew Carnegie say’s “It is the fuel that allows common people to attain uncommon results.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-2992930375793468496?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/2992930375793468496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=2992930375793468496' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/2992930375793468496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/2992930375793468496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2009/07/carto-mobile-engineering.html' title='Carto-mobile Engineering.'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/Sm09SrnibUI/AAAAAAAAA6I/1Grg1wBkvBU/s72-c/IMG_2700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-1051918589301411344</id><published>2009-06-18T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:57:19.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embrace de color god has given us all...'/><title type='text'>How fair( fool ) are you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tI5WCNR81YM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tI5WCNR81YM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very beautiful dressed gal walks in the middle of a empty cricket pitch n digs her finger into the pitch to check how it is and then a pink cloth moves on the screen and flashback , the same lady is shown in black and white video standing on her balcony and giving a running commentary on the kids in her block playing cricket and then she mutes the TV commentary n rolls a magazine cylindrically imagining it as a mike and gives a commentary now on real-time players and den her mom substitutes the magazine with a fair and lovely packet and after 2 seconds you can see her sitting next to krish srikanth n joining him in the commentary box and in the end of the game she is flanked by fans and asking for her autograph which out numbers the fans the players normally have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one goes like this “he comes home disgusted and frustrated .Her father, a retired government official, sipping on his hot tea says to his wife “I wish i had a son”. She overhears the conversation as she enters .Without any reaction she walks into the room, throws the bag on her unkempt table. As tears trickle down her cheeks thinking about her rejection, she looks into the mirror cursing her skin colour. An ad from the television distracts her, thus giving the solution to her problem. The next thing you see is a fair lady, closely resembling her, wearing a pink outfit entering into an air-hostess academy. Everybody is bewildered by her looks and the girl gets the job making her dad proud”.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the fairness cream.&lt;br /&gt;The above mentioned snippet is a fairness cream advertisement. I am sure many of us remember these funny, lame ads. The stereotypic being the one in which an educated girl proposed for marriage is not liked by the boy because she is not fair. But after few applications of a fairness cream she becomes fair and she is liked by the boy. How meaningless can that get? SOMETHING NEW ABOUT WHAT CLIENTS SAY FOR DE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;Fairness Cream for women was not enough that it has been introduced for men, also. The ads are even lamer. A tall, dark and handsome guy approaches a girl to ask her out. The girl clearly rejects him because he is not fair. But after the application of skin whitening cream which has something called as “multiplier effect” he can make a choice among the various other girls. For God sake, whom are they fooling? (I know majority are being bought this way).And what on earth is the “multiplier effect”? Surveys have proved that whitening cream as such is not even a pharmaceutical product. They are just a Business strategy affecting the lower layers of the pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;It is even more hurting to see celebrities becoming brand ambassadors for such products. Hope they wake up and use their stardom the right way. These ads are encouraging apartheid and some serious actions have to taken against them, to curb them. This is not the first time that a finger has been pointed to the fairness cream firms. But since it is a free market with people having the right to buy what they want, not much can be done. How many of us are willing to use consumer-rights court to fight it out? It is however; socially desirable to put some constraints on free marketing of Fairness creams since private profits are over-shadowing public interests.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless: peacocks and lilies, for instance. ~ John Ruskin, the Stones of Venice [ This article was published in the Y magazine July 14th,2009 ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-1051918589301411344?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/1051918589301411344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=1051918589301411344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/1051918589301411344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/1051918589301411344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='How fair( fool ) are you??'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-883748965872008206</id><published>2009-05-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:55:40.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spell ur Name'/><title type='text'>Flavours of the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/ShWyFsQQm-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/QQZ3lgGDhFw/s1600-h/name.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/ShWyFsQQm-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/QQZ3lgGDhFw/s400/name.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338368744166038498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a bright Sunday morning after the last night’s heavy rain. I was woken up by the sun rays hitting me hard giving me the warmth, off the last night’s turbulent weather. I sat out on the portico on my chaise lounge and started scanning the morning paper as usual. I was awestruck when the page3 media report mentioned that Nambi Kumari did not cut a cake on her birthday but spent the entire night dancing with her friends gregariously and manoeuvring her moves. I checked the name again, this time my eyes wide open (popping out), it was Nambi, a model and a starlet. The name intrigued me and brought back memories of my grandmother, Nambi Ammal, who grew up in a remote village and use to do farming and raised everyone in the family selling cow milk and vegetables that grew in her farm. I was also familiar with the by-line of a Chennai RJ, Meena Kumari, which happens to be one of my great distant aunts in the 1970’s.It was a clear indication that names which were popular decades back are now in fashion. No wonder Elvis Presley’s style of dressing is preached by many fashion designers even today jus for the sake of his name.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Folks in Tamil-Nadu love their language so much that they name their wards as Tamil Selvi, Tamil aarasan and so on showing their patriotism towards the language. I used to wonder if I will ever come across names of people like Pandian, chellama, Essakiammal in my life again if not in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at least elsewhere. But now I can spot so many of such names in a click of a mouse and most of them are great achievers and some might be spotted in the most happening night club’s!! Check your orkut, facebook or any other social networking site you will find loads of alamelu’s, Pankajam’s, Apeethakujambal’s. Mind you I knew an Alamelu I my ancestral village who never went to school who earned here bread by selling fish, but an alamelu in ma facebook shows that she is doing her masters in astro-physics in Harvard’s. FISH!!! Now that really raises your eye-brows up. People with such names have bumped me in the most happening clubs, bars , resorts and so on and every time I hear their name I’m like am I in the 1970’s or the ‘09. People mostly end up naming with the present day stars of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Bollywood or people whom they inspire.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unlike the Britishers, who had to be satisfied with their Jane, Elizabeth, Mary or Katherine, there is something charming with our traditional and historical names. When I hear the name Lakshmi Bhai it reminds of heroism and bravery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People have also given twists and short forms to their names just to adapt to the environment a person by the name Krishnamurthy in India when travelled to the west is known as Krish, we have our own Krishnaachary Srikanth the yesteryear cricketer or India who still calls himself as Kris Srikanth. Take my name Ayyappan Krishnan I’m at times called by the name Kris by a small group of friends too. Well next time I go for a baby naming function I’m sure to spill these beans out there.[ This article was published in the Y magazine June 16th ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-883748965872008206?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/883748965872008206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=883748965872008206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/883748965872008206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/883748965872008206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2009/05/flavours-of-past.html' title='Flavours of the Past'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/ShWyFsQQm-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/QQZ3lgGDhFw/s72-c/name.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-5382537478685631743</id><published>2008-12-22T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:10:31.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loves everywhere.....but its hidden'/><title type='text'>The Ten Usual answers!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SVBxt86Es2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/naPA21S5DyU/s1600-h/b46300477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282847397163348834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 301px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SVBxt86Es2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/naPA21S5DyU/s400/b46300477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten answers given by a GIRL when she is proposed……….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 NO&lt;br /&gt;2 I don have time for all that&lt;br /&gt;3 I have always seen u as a friend&lt;br /&gt;4 I already have a boy friend&lt;br /&gt;5 We should concentrate on studies&lt;br /&gt;6 We have jus started knowin each other dude!!i hardly know u well..&lt;br /&gt;7 This is purely infatuation .&lt;br /&gt;8 Cant imagine u n me on de bed!!&lt;br /&gt;9 Its too early for me for commitment n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;10 U'll always get a better gal..u deserve someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten answers given by a BOY when he is proposed.&lt;br /&gt;1 Yes&lt;br /&gt;2 Yes&lt;br /&gt;3 Yes&lt;br /&gt;4 Yes&lt;br /&gt;5 Yes&lt;br /&gt;6 Yes&lt;br /&gt;7 Yes&lt;br /&gt;8 Yes&lt;br /&gt;9 Yes&lt;br /&gt;10 Yes&lt;br /&gt;dis proves that guys r better humans than girls and they believe more in spreading love .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-5382537478685631743?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/5382537478685631743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=5382537478685631743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/5382537478685631743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/5382537478685631743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-usual-answers.html' title='The Ten Usual answers!!!!'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SVBxt86Es2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/naPA21S5DyU/s72-c/b46300477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-6326025739034612658</id><published>2008-09-24T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:30:21.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cry when de time comes before it;s too late'/><title type='text'>Can U Emote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SNoInJqSR1I/AAAAAAAAAvw/zSKMg3Ynjok/s1600-h/heartbroken%2Bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SNoInJqSR1I/AAAAAAAAAvw/zSKMg3Ynjok/s400/heartbroken%2Bone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249517784354932562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                                It's okay to CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To live a healthy life you have to have a sound body sound thinking and a sound family after all everything starts and ends with the family but don forget above all you need to have a sound emotional balance too. Promising a child for a candy and later on denying it would naturally put the poor soul into tears. Let him do the crying till his mind cools down. This tune of the mind, if blocked, can explode elsewhere in the body. How many times have we heard the same old thing again and again from sensible friends and relatives to "get over it soon" when we experience the loss of someone or something? Any kind of loss be it disappointment, the ending of something, break-up with a partner and the death of someone close warrants proper grieving. We can't get over something quickly but needs time and can be done progressively. Moving on doesn't mean forgetting, nor does it mean shutting out from memory what has happened. It is not the burying of the past and carrying on with life, because it is humanly impossible to forget significant occurrences in one's life. What is significant for one need not be for another and of the most damaging ways to ask a person to 'move on' is to dilute the significance of the occurrence. But why do we always end up to square one with the same old lines asking others to move on. Is it because we are ill at ease with emotions and to most grief has been defined as a bad and negative emotion, well I don't see that in the dictionary. With such baseless ideas people tremble to emote and sharing bond breaks there and now it has become something to be embarrassed or ashamed of. It's not depression but sadness where people appraise their loss and comprehend the disadvantages that accrue. It's always better to cry out and express your anger so that things don get worse later on. Young people don't have an idea of what to do and fatefully end up lives thinking that's the only solution. People come up saying they just got so frustrated and don't want to live anymore amid all the chaos. They have to sit and grieve so that their inner feelings about the issue flows out and releases from them giving them space to think about a new solution that can be infused to tackle the problem rather than saying "I wanna end up ma life". So a person who brought pleasure to your life and who is no more may bring some barrenness for you. You'll miss her, be sentimental about the good times and reminisce about the bonds you shared. Unexpected separation like the death of a loved one can take some more time. Nudging them to some kind of physical activity is a good way to release tension. Learning to distinguish normal grief responses like sadness, pain, anger bouts of crying and a depressed mood will make things better in the long run. Well grieving is not a problem its good as long as it does not become depression, it retains the healthiest part of being human-being emoting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-6326025739034612658?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/6326025739034612658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=6326025739034612658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/6326025739034612658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/6326025739034612658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-u-emote.html' title='Can U Emote'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SNoInJqSR1I/AAAAAAAAAvw/zSKMg3Ynjok/s72-c/heartbroken%2Bone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-5422139022993385826</id><published>2008-09-24T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:24:21.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee time'/><title type='text'>Is ur coffee Wi-Fi'ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SNoG85MT2DI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ni6MPf7PQus/s1600-h/wifi-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SNoG85MT2DI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ni6MPf7PQus/s400/wifi-coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249515958868105266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                            Wi-Fi Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dads being residing in Muscat for the past 32 yrs and still counting ,as of me I did my schooling here and got down to Chennai for my bachelors and now back in Muscat job hunting. The last trip was 5 yrs back and the Muscat at that time was something very much different from what it is now. I would forget my way back home due the sprouting of new giant flyovers, new roads, radars, signals and the disappearance of some wonderful roundabouts. This one-time bastion of bohemianism even sleaze, has transformed into a premium meeting and dining haunt for the glitterati of Muscat. The richly laid coffee shops of Shatti-Al-Qurm no wonder catch the attention of page3 editors with celebrities flocking in and around there."We have to make sure that a person having 2 cups of coffee normally feels like having the 3rd and 4th cup as well. This develops our rapport with the customer and our business as well." says the manager of one of the shops there. From warming up corporate meetings to gracing coffees of a diplomatic mission, the thousand-year-old beverage, coffee has really come a long way. In India tea and coffee are available at street-side shanties as well as five-star hotels. Back in India a typical tea coffee shop will have some three benches laid inside the shop which cannot be populated more than 7-9 people n two benches outside the shop depending on the area the shop is laid on and regulars over there wouldn't have to be worried if they missed their last mornings or two days earlier newspaper as you will find them there lying and people gossiping about some issue that's making a hot topic which ranges from cinema, sports, politics and goes on endlessly. Well the scenario over here back in Muscat now is mammoth different from the one in rural India. Enter the coffee bar, through 2nd Cup, a chain that now operates over a hundred outlets worldwide. With air-conditioned comfort and modern decor, it modelled itself after the US coffee chain, Starbucks. Then came a flood of coffee brands, such as Cafe' Coffee day, Mocha and Costa Coffee, each vying to lure consumers with cappuccino, caramel, espresso, Americano, latte, Italiano and other flavours from around the world. Coffee has always been more than just a drink. It has long been the excuse for that first date – a hesitant, much-deliberated-over question for a teenager. It was also the fuel for intellectuals in the 1970s, who brought out anti-bourgeois literature, raised storms over injustices committed and vowed to change the world, all over a cup of coffee. Now, drinking coffee is a lifestyle statement. It is a wifi-connected chill out zone where you pay 10imes what the cup actually costs because in a whole new culture of disposable incomes and shrinking spaces, social life is like Prufrack's, measured in coffee spoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note:this article wasz published in de 'Y' magazine a weekly in Muscat,Oman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-5422139022993385826?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/5422139022993385826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=5422139022993385826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/5422139022993385826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/5422139022993385826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-ur-coffee-wi-fied.html' title='Is ur coffee Wi-Fi&apos;ed'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SNoG85MT2DI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ni6MPf7PQus/s72-c/wifi-coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-9208442316654043062</id><published>2007-04-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T04:33:13.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black day'/><title type='text'>De beach-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;well pll as i live in bessy jus next to de beach hmm maybe a 2min walk from ma place can also be less than that..i have no better pastime than goin to de beach n sit der n spend some worthy time free of cost!!very tasty right??lol..whatever...never used to visit de beach frequently but would drop atleast once a week mostly i go alone der n ma fav spot is de one where i sit jus exactly opp to the baywatch n Mocha as de crowd der is kinda mixed n not very much crowded..i get to think abt a lot of thingz when i sit der all alone..n do a lot of sight seeing observe ppl of all age groups n analyse their emotions they show so derz  many postz abt de beach n im just puttin ma first one n will update everyweek..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;well was feelin so bored n wasz out of credit n wanted to spend sometime out..n i wasz like yeah de beach whatelse do u want..so jus went to de beach which is in de next street took some cigarettes wid me jus half pack thaz sufficent ..lol..n got seated in ma fav place as usual de place exactly opp to Baywatch &amp; Mocha. It wasz very crowded on dat day but still wanted to be der..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;scanned ma eyes all over ..all i can see is de usual scene..some kites flyin high above de sky many COPULES..and grannyz walkin around n children runnin  n de usual teen gangz of galz n guyz  shoutin n yellin for no reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ma eyez was suddenly stuck to one couple who were sittin jus opp to me..preety young in their 20'z de guy wasz built broad shoulderz wid average lookz n de gal wasz a lil short for him but sweet..whatever they made a good pair when it comes to lookz..dey were sittin pretty close (they have too after all they are committed!!)..a couple of conversationz were goin on n suddenly a giggle n den a burst of laughter..n a sweet hug mann they were lookin real cute..havin a sweet time n den i thought i wasz gettin too much into their personal space n shifted ma focus on another couple...mann so many couples as i said..now this onez a very interestin one...i can see de same type of pair sittin very close to each other but de only difference ..ther wasz a very sad face both the gal n de guy n i wasz like hmmm maybe some personal issues ..maybe de guy didn score well in his examz n his galz consolin him..that wasz what i thought but thatz not de issue..they started talkin very slowly jus could see de lips movin at snailz pace n den after some 3 minz it all started. The gal started cryin out tearz rollin down n de guy wasz frustrated n he didn do anythin to console her..he wasz lookin at some oder direction n i wasz like WHAT DE ****!!!jeez de galz cryin n hez least bothered..hmmm knew somethin fishin goin on so started observin very closly, de guy now started talkin to her with a little anger on her face n she wasz crying coverin her face..n den suddenly de gal game him somethin..hmmm that wasz a watch she wasz wearin n she got up.n said somethin to him n den she screamed on his face " leave me alone u loser "..jeezzz i wasz like thrown down de guyz face wasz dead..pretty much humiliated hmm don know what went wrong but a breakup on a very nice day ..hmm cant comment whose wrong or right as i knew no shit who dey were n what realy happened..well kinda felt bad for de gal n de guy, who knowz how many yearz of realtionship went down hmm well thaz life ..jumpin into thingz like dis wid de wrong person gives no pleasure but memories which can be put in de list of "worst day ever" or de "balck dayz in ma life"..hmm almost finnished ma fuel..oopzzy i mean ma cigarettez jus had one left in de pack of 5 hmm so left for home thinkin abt de first couple in ma mind n de one i jus saw now..de oder couple were pretty cool..who knowz how long thatz gonna lost ..i hope dey dont..nor wanna see another breakup in front of ma eyez anymore..made ma way through de crowd feelin very low jus when i got a call from ma friend he wasz like "Kris letz go clubbin tonight itz ma treat buddy "..n i wasz like yeah thaz better..heheehe but still whatever i can understand de feeling of de gal i know she never wanted to humilate him in de beach but it showz how much she trusted him n loved him before..after all im also in de leauge of ppl who were ditched by their partnerz...well another call "are u ready"..okies gotta go now..catch ya wid d next weekz update i pray i don see any more couples like dis again..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-9208442316654043062?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/9208442316654043062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=9208442316654043062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/9208442316654043062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/9208442316654043062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-beach-1.html' title='De beach-1'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-2763342706814629480</id><published>2007-03-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:53:14.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first trip...up in de cloudz'/><title type='text'>wooow!!!  thaz a  beautifull desert..lol</title><content type='html'>Well it all started like this all of a sudden ma mom wasz packin de bagz suitcases filled wid ma clothes n stuff..i wasz a lil shocked at first but then later on had a small feelin of fear.mom used to alwaysz blackmail me " i ll put ya in somehostel n get back t muscat n be wid dad if u don study well"..ppl this wasz when i wasz in kindergarden..lol..when i wasz hardly 4 i guss..well after seein dis sight i wasz like shit scared n started crying huggin ma mom n blabberin"i don wanna go anywhere..will do well in exmaz "..ma mom wasz like we will talk abt it later ,she never told me aanythin after this n i knew im done n i have to be in hostel.wi a heavy heart i packed ma on goody goody stuff " so called a kidoz personal " whatelse oder than lego toyz n some small toys carz..by dat time ppl came floodin home all ma cousins n grandparents..wishin dem me goodluck and safe journey..i wasz like in tearsz..the car wasz ready n all we had to do is get in.ma uncle accompanied us to the railway station.we boareded the train for Bombay.met a couple of strangerz der who were so friendly n den after a dayz or two travel reached mumbai..n der we met one of ma dadz friend.MOM wasz talkin somethin  abt de flight n passport.wasz very happy that i'll see an aeroplane atlast so wasz kinda very excitied to i never expected we were heading towards the airport..yipeeee!!! den suddenly ma dadz friend wasz like"ayyappa goin to see ur dad huh..??very happy now.."..i wasz like what??????daddyyy..lol..ma mom jus gave me a smile n she started laughin i thought i waz goin to some boarding school..n den she told me that we are goin to Muscat n be der..wooww i wasz like on cloud 9 started asking her silly questions like will u get choclates der "colour "(sarbath) to drink lol never knew pepsi n coke hehehe n she wasz laughin out load n hugged me..n we got into de plane after de usualll checkup all i knew that it wasz air india or indian airlines don know which one but a indian flight for sure as i saw de country'z emblem on de plane..de atmosphere inside wasz like jeeezzz steppin into it for de first time..de airhostess who wasz tall n lookin good wasz carin so much cos i wasz a kido..got a lego set n den juice n stuff..happy drinkin de juice n got ma momz share too heheh n den playin wid de soft toys wearin de headset which wasz droppin down my earsz ..lol...all funny stuff..n at take off itz wasz like heaven i could see de whole cty below..MAMASITA im flyin cant believe that..after 3 hrz and 30 mintues we reached muscat  n landed der in Seeb international Airport atlast..hmmm de place wasz decent but couldn see anytree thoug' de airport wasz too good better den mumbai..for de first time i saw de escalatorz n wasz havin fun standin on dem got our lugguage n walked out n der i could see someone runnin towradz us..i didn care abt anytin as i got a big bar choco from de airhostess after landin so wasz busy lickin it..dad came n hugged me n etched a kiss i wasz like yeah yeah the chocoz cool but a lil small..we got into de car n drivin back home m new home ..mom wasz busy talkin wid dad tellin him abt de trip..n den suddely dad wasz like " Ayyappa na yarru ,therima???" i wasz like hmm  'Amma yaru entha alu"..mom was zlike bursting into laughter n ma dadz friend already had his mouth halfway open laughin..did i say somethin wrong heheh..lol n den mom wasz like dis is dad.well how do u expect me to know i'm jus four now n i saw dad jus once before  n dat too i couldn recogonize him..well after that piece of fun we went to a indian hotel which dad boosted sayin that this is de only one in de county which caters indian food..had lunch parcelled and got back home ma new home..well de place wasz good but de desrt thingy wasz still in ma mind..whatever wasz happy that i'm wid dad..lol..n not goin to any bordin' school or crap..&lt;br /&gt;well first trip on de flight meetin dad..hmmm wasz pretty interestin...started flyin at 4 hehehe which i never dreamt of..i think of dis now n i'm like jeeez how mean wasz i ..to ma dad..but still dadz very cool to me but never forgetz to tease me abt that incident even today lol..luv ya dad:)..muahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-2763342706814629480?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/2763342706814629480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=2763342706814629480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/2763342706814629480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/2763342706814629480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2007/03/wooow-thaz-beautifull-desertlol.html' title='wooow!!!  thaz a  beautifull desert..lol'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-7246274857060231474</id><published>2007-03-20T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:57:11.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thaz de goody goody boy'/><title type='text'>"I yam what I yam, and that's all I yam."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;                                   "I yam what I yam, and that's all I yam." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My traits?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I AM: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Relaxed. Resourceful. Enduring. Secure. Optimistic. Honest. Charming (when I want to be!). Courteous. Self-sufficient. Calm and yet Aggressive. Unconcerned with external opinion. Strong. Abstract. Independent. Highly Attentive. Intellectual. Analytical. Introverted. Secretive. Reclusive. Tough. Non-social. Fearless. Sensitive. Solitary. Detached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;An observer. A workoholic. A libertarian. An outsider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Have my mind over heart. Do not like to stand out. Do not make friends easily. Like the unknown. Have high self-control. Always look at people's flaws and weaknesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Haha.. Take a look at this, and before you ask, yeh! I am pretty jobless right now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Birthplace: Chennai, India &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eye Color: Brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hair Color: Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Height: 5�8� &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: Right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your Heritage: Arey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: Myy So(u)less Ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your Weakness: Oreo. Yumm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your Fears: Having a hole in my pants. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Say Cheese! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Arggh! I hate such questions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Yeh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: Why why why!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your Best Physical Feature: Hair?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your Bedtime: Argh! No answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your Most To-Be-Missed Memory: Troubling my best friend. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pepsi or Coke: I�m off these absolutly! Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Single or Group Dates: Lol. One at a time please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: The thing that makes me go mmm.. Chocolate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you Smoke: No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you Swear: Oh yeh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you Sing: Haha..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you Shower Daily: Yeh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you want to get Married: God only knows! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you belive in yourself: Absolutely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you think you are Attractive: Lol. Yeh when I say goo goo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Are you a Health Freak: Kinda yeh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you get along with your Parents: No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: Double yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Ummm.. Have I?! Have I not?!i guess i'm drunk now..heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you Smoked: No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yeh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you eaten Oreos: Yeh something I cannot miss on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: Nope! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: Lol. No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: Dream on ☺ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: Hey hey I�m no klepto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ever been Drunk: Do I remember right?! on know! i guess i'm drunk again..hehhehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ever been called a Tease: Hahaha.. There are two sides to a coin always! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ever been Beaten up: Hahaha.. Yeh! Just last month ☺ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ever Shoplifted: No way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How do you want to Die: I�d rather answer how I do not want to die.. Worst fear: Suffocation under a pillow! I know the few minds that are working now! Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Suspense still grows! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What country would you most like to Visit: Turkey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Have I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sat on your rooftop? Yeh, a zillion times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kissed someone in the rain? In my dreams! Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smiled for no reason? Always! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Laughed so hard you cried? Yeh baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peed your pants after age 8? Lol. No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sang to someone for no reason? Ooohh.. You wouldn�t want to hear that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Performed on a stage? Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Talked to someone you don't know? Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gone out of your way to befriend someone? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gone roller skating since 8th grade? Yeh, only to fall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Been in love? A boring question that figures everywhere! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Can I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Write with both hands? Yeh kinda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Whistle? Wheeewww, yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Blow a bubble? Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Roll your tounge in a circle? Lol. Just tried it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Touch your tounge to your nose? No *sigh!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gleek? Yeh yeh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stay up a whole night without sleep? Oh yeh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Speak a different language? Yeh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Impersonate someone? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Prank call people? Lol. Yeh. Who hasn�t? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Make a card pyramid? Sucessfully! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cook anything? Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In a Boy/Girl.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Favourite Eye Color: D�uh! Does it matter?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Favourite Hair Color: Be natural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Short or Long Hair: Don�t know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Height: What is this all about?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Weight: Hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Best Clothing Style: Casual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: Stop right here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-7246274857060231474?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/7246274857060231474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=7246274857060231474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/7246274857060231474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/7246274857060231474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-yam-what-i-yam-and-thats-all-i-yam.html' title='&quot;I yam what I yam, and that&apos;s all I yam.&quot;'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969845086128864141.post-5736769036620771890</id><published>2007-03-20T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:06:44.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth talkin&apos;..hehe Words n Worth'/><title type='text'>9 Things I Hate About Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969845086128864141-5736769036620771890?l=aryankrisunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/feeds/5736769036620771890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969845086128864141&amp;postID=5736769036620771890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/5736769036620771890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969845086128864141/posts/default/5736769036620771890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryankrisunited.blogspot.com/2007/03/9-things-i-hate-about-everyone.html' title='9 Things I Hate About Everyone'/><author><name>Aryanzzz never die !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07504207383779109125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ax7gkt0qBaQ/SOAQD_avjxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaTaP0NJKhc/S220/kris1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
