<?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-20023185</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:14:24.718+05:30</updated><category term='GTC Pranks'/><category term='Oscarisms.com'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>Gangue Team Crew</title><subtitle type='html'>Titles Do Not Mat-ter</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-2747544653259692187</id><published>2010-10-30T01:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-30T02:05:30.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The GTC Awards 2010 Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/9097/shoainaaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/4879/virginiapereiraaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/9329/psidontloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Vicky from Wikileaks (geddit?). I heard that the results of the GTC Awards 2010 were being withheld from all the vote-ters, so We(stole the) key (and) Leak(ed) the results of the awards (Geddit? We-Key-Leak, Wikileak?) So here are the results for yuvar viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Vicky from Wikileaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Alphabetical Order, here they are as follows (Please click the images to see them full sized):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Aa Ab Laut Chalein Award for Dear Yet Not-so-near Ones&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Sacheeta Bathija)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/TMspLUUCBhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sWy68Qhl2OA/s1600/Aa+Ab+Laut+Chalein+Award.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/TMspLUUCBhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sWy68Qhl2OA/s400/Aa+Ab+Laut+Chalein+Award.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533561841562813970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACP Pradyuman Mystery Award&lt;br /&gt;(Winners: Aniceto Pereira, Mercy Abraham, Niti Ranka, Dusky)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Even we don't know what's common between them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/3535/acppradyumanaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 98px;" src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/3535/acppradyumanaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Billu Hairdresser Award for Facial Hair&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Sam Emmanuel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/251/billu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 92px;" src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/251/billu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Felipe Massa Award for Spectacular Crashes&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Sherin Jose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/504/felipemassaaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 73px;" src="http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/504/felipemassaaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The If You Come Today, It's Too Early...If You Come Tomorrow, It's Too Late Award for Late-Lateefs&lt;br /&gt;(Winners:  Oscar and Christopher Abraham Varghese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/1073/ifyoucometoday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 112px;" src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/1073/ifyoucometoday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kartik Calling Karthick Award for Almost Schizophrenics&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Virginia Pereira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6237/karthikcallingkarthick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 93px;" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6237/karthikcallingkarthick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KRK Award For Unparalleled Achievement in Viewing Crap&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Violet Pereira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img840.imageshack.us/img840/94/krkaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 104px;" src="http://img840.imageshack.us/img840/94/krkaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Modi-Tharoor Award for Social Not-Working&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Paras Sharma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img713.imageshack.us/img713/9884/moditharooraward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 99px;" src="http://img713.imageshack.us/img713/9884/moditharooraward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nooria Haveliwala Award for Road Safety&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Oscar Varghese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/2178/nooriahaveliwalaaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 96px;" src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/2178/nooriahaveliwalaaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oscar Varghese Scholarship for 'Special' Children 2010&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Christopher Abraham Varghese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img813.imageshack.us/img813/6029/oscarvarghesescholarshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 99px;" src="http://img813.imageshack.us/img813/6029/oscarvarghesescholarshi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The P.S. I Don't Love You! Award for Those Unlucky in Love&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Eben Varghese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/9329/psidontloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 96px;" src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/9329/psidontloveyou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shoaina Award for the Worst 'Fictitious' Couple&lt;br /&gt;(Winners: Oscar Varghese and Violet Pereira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/9097/shoainaaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 100px;" src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/9097/shoainaaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Virginia Pereira Award for the Best Eatery of the Last Half-Decade in&lt;br /&gt;IC Colony (2005-2010)&lt;br /&gt;(Winner: Choi Kim's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/4879/virginiapereiraaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 101px;" src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/4879/virginiapereiraaward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/20023185-2747544653259692187?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/2747544653259692187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=2747544653259692187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/2747544653259692187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/2747544653259692187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2010/10/gtc-awards-2010-results.html' title='The GTC Awards 2010 Results'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/TMspLUUCBhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sWy68Qhl2OA/s72-c/Aa+Ab+Laut+Chalein+Award.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-7494543258232752015</id><published>2010-05-01T07:40:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:15:18.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The GTC Awards 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Too late phools, voting for the GTC Awards is now closed! Wait for the results now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-7494543258232752015?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/7494543258232752015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=7494543258232752015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/7494543258232752015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/7494543258232752015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2010/05/aa-ab-laut-chale-award-for-our-dear-but_01.html' title='The GTC Awards 2010'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-4608859092910177250</id><published>2010-01-03T20:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:07:42.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There she stood; staring into the distance… she had an air of confidence about her, like she knew what she was doing… The red beast roared, but she didn’t flinch… I watched helplessly as it drew closer to her, you could see all the lives it had claimed, but still hungry for more it trudged on… obstacles in its path, it would have to slow down… or so I hoped… so I wished… She accepted her fate and at once was swallowed whole as were many others… I wanted to cry out but my voice didn’t seem to work… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah well!! Maybe I’ll see her at the bus stop again tomorrow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-4608859092910177250?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/4608859092910177250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=4608859092910177250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/4608859092910177250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/4608859092910177250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2010/01/she.html' title='She...'/><author><name>virtualchameleon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05140572507566079172</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/_zrYTOoDEAeI/SfFwR5aKjSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SA092gX0uc/S220/Picture+155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-3268097754131823241</id><published>2009-04-24T13:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:31:00.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Don't know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t know… that seems to be my answer for everything these days. I really don’t know. I wish I did. I think everyone of us here has heard that line “most men didn’t know what they wanted to do in their life till they were 40”. I don’t want to be 40 when I figure out what I want to do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Not getting into the IIM’s is probably a good thing… I’m being forced to re-evaluate my life and for once actually make an informed decision. I’ve gone thru life taking things as they come, never making my own decisions. After SSC, I had good marks in math and science... Next ‘logical’ step was Science stream in college. For 2 years, I was making friends and giving exams for the sole purpose of passing them and not actually seeing them as more than just obstacles (I think majority of our population sees exams as obstacles to be surpassed, not as tools to help you get further, which is the sad state of the education system). After HSC, I KNEW I didn’t want to become a doctor, I KNEW I didn’t want to become an engineer, I KNEW what I DIDN’T WANT to be. I just didn’t know what I WANTED to be. So then again, B.Sc. was the next ‘logical’ step. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the beginning, wanting to do my MBA was also was a part of my ‘take the next logical step’ plan. I knew I could crack the CAT or at least get a decent enough score to get into a reputed college. Imagine, wanting to do something not because I wanted to do it but purely because I knew I could crack the entrance exam. I didn’t even have clue what doing an MBA course even meant. Of course, after I started working and I had responsibilities of a Jr. manager, I realized what being a manager was about, but of course I still didn’t know if it was for me. I could do the job, no doubt about that, but was it something I saw myself doing 5 years down the line… 10 years down the line… 20 years down the line?? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I DON’T KNOW….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zrYTOoDEAeI/SfFxE1jQhgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z-4WSXoy5H8/s1600-h/Virtual+chameleon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 60px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zrYTOoDEAeI/SfFxE1jQhgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z-4WSXoy5H8/s320/Virtual+chameleon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328164162064385538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-3268097754131823241?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/3268097754131823241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=3268097754131823241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/3268097754131823241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/3268097754131823241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t know..'/><author><name>virtualchameleon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05140572507566079172</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/_zrYTOoDEAeI/SfFwR5aKjSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SA092gX0uc/S220/Picture+155.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zrYTOoDEAeI/SfFxE1jQhgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z-4WSXoy5H8/s72-c/Virtual+chameleon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-6864613180032961160</id><published>2009-03-16T03:27:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:02:35.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The GTC Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment that all of you have been waiting for but none of you are willing to show up for is finally here. This is the online Award Function of the First and only GTC Awards. Without further ado...here are your hosts, Joel Coelho and Paras Sharma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/ScysfOsNBgI/AAAAAAAAApg/OsgkMUqHgGI/s1600-h/award-hosts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/ScysfOsNBgI/AAAAAAAAApg/OsgkMUqHgGI/s320/award-hosts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317814912537134594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel:&lt;/span&gt; Well good afternoon...evening..whatever...let's get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt; Couldn't have said it better myself! Let's get this rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel:&lt;/span&gt; Haan so, here's how we're going to do this, click on the pictures and open them in a new tab and see the winner's voting details .Capiche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt; And to collect your award , click the link at the end of the page....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopaholic of the year 08-09:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sherin Jose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy56XVLDSI/AAAAAAAAAro/cdoxsGegr7M/s1600-h/Shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy56XVLDSI/AAAAAAAAAro/cdoxsGegr7M/s400/Shop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317829672364084514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor (Drama) Award: Violet Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy1zntgg4I/AAAAAAAAApw/kaisEEAiJ5c/s1600-h/drama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy1zntgg4I/AAAAAAAAApw/kaisEEAiJ5c/s400/drama.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317825158455526274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor (Romance) Award:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam Emmanuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy10BwqC9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/tyBeaB7IBo8/s1600-h/romance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy10BwqC9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/tyBeaB7IBo8/s400/romance.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317825165448055762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aapan Yaana Paahilat Kaa? Award:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adley Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4S8jDOkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QlWULWwKFWE/s1600-h/Aapan+yaana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4S8jDOkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QlWULWwKFWE/s400/Aapan+yaana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317827895648008770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Comeback Award: Christine Johny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4SiQEMcI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ko-fgaRrFnM/s1600-h/comeback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4SiQEMcI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ko-fgaRrFnM/s400/comeback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317827888589058498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna Award: Christine Johny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4TOCJi-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/bcQOa6zZQnU/s1600-h/Kanc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4TOCJi-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/bcQOa6zZQnU/s400/Kanc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317827900341849058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair today, Gone Tomorrow Award: Adley, Oscar and Virginia (Special Mention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4TO6OVqI/AAAAAAAAArI/LQmm2jYYtgg/s1600-h/Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4TO6OVqI/AAAAAAAAArI/LQmm2jYYtgg/s400/Hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317827900577044130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Meri Gaadi Mein Bait Ja Award for Worst Driving: Mercy Abraham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4Sx0egkI/AAAAAAAAArA/BmPvqfl7SfM/s1600-h/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4Sx0egkI/AAAAAAAAArA/BmPvqfl7SfM/s400/driving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317827892768309826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shers of Shayari Award for Excellence in Poetry (Take some time to read their rhyme): Paras Sharma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4vW3YyfI/AAAAAAAAArY/2MiZ_so1PGI/s1600-h/shayari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy4vW3YyfI/AAAAAAAAArY/2MiZ_so1PGI/s400/shayari.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317828383748966898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Not-Working Award (Orkut/Facebook/others): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Binoy Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy5X6xa4-I/AAAAAAAAArg/2vi_-qIapQ0/s1600-h/social.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy5X6xa4-I/AAAAAAAAArg/2vi_-qIapQ0/s400/social.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317829080582382562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Don’t Stop the Music Award for Slack-off Musicians: Violet Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy3JTxXHVI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cYwMKSnvl9k/s1600-h/slackoff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy3JTxXHVI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cYwMKSnvl9k/s400/slackoff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826630571728210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oscar Varghese Award for ‘Special’ Children: Jane Philip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy2rbysA7I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/h46vcM3aA0U/s1600-h/special.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy2rbysA7I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/h46vcM3aA0U/s400/special.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826117328700338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Fictitious Couple Award: Amit and Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy3J3QS_YI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uCqj2HzAhSI/s1600-h/couple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy3J3QS_YI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uCqj2HzAhSI/s400/couple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826640096722306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photogenetic Award: Paras and Sacheeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy1z-ovv3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/uGs4V0Lafpg/s1600-h/Photogenetic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy1z-ovv3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/uGs4V0Lafpg/s400/Photogenetic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317825164609568626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscarisms we wish we’d never heard: If You Touch Yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy1zz4pnzI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1LmcewYMbDk/s1600-h/oscarisms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/Scy1zz4pnzI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1LmcewYMbDk/s400/oscarisms.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317825161723486002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt; Haan so as I promised, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/parryshams/GTCAwardPrizes?feat=directlink"&gt;CLICK HERE TO COLLECT THE AWARDS OR TO VIEW THEM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel:&lt;/span&gt; Once again, Good Afternoon, Evening or Whatever...Chalo Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah... what he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-6864613180032961160?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/6864613180032961160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=6864613180032961160' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/6864613180032961160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/6864613180032961160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-comeback-award-best-comeback-award.html' title='The GTC Awards'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/ScysfOsNBgI/AAAAAAAAApg/OsgkMUqHgGI/s72-c/award-hosts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-5522618455532365857</id><published>2007-06-17T13:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:35:03.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GTC Pranks'/><title type='text'>What comes out of a mans mouth!</title><content type='html'>we have struck again. The Bible says that your Tongue is the most powerful weapon a man has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold! GTC's very own Oscar(sirzombie) and joel(virtualchameleon) presents &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What comes out of a mans mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpIvy6KpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XUEyMDlSNS8/s1600-h/Chaddi+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpIvy6KpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XUEyMDlSNS8/s200/Chaddi+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076939016431610514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpIvy6KqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o1Vs9K63YkI/s1600-h/Chaddi+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpIvy6KqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o1Vs9K63YkI/s200/Chaddi+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076939016431610530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpI_y6KrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WK4G9Y32Xk8/s1600-h/Chaddi+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpI_y6KrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WK4G9Y32Xk8/s200/Chaddi+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076939020726577842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpI_y6KsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u68KX67rqbk/s1600-h/Chaddi+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpI_y6KsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u68KX67rqbk/s200/Chaddi+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076939020726577858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpJPy6KtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o2RvNPDyKns/s1600-h/Chaddi+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpJPy6KtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o2RvNPDyKns/s200/Chaddi+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076939025021545170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTqH_y6KxI/AAAAAAAAABM/WXHXPpXZayM/s1600-h/Chaddi+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTqH_y6KxI/AAAAAAAAABM/WXHXPpXZayM/s200/Chaddi+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076940103058336530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTqIPy6KyI/AAAAAAAAABU/N-Hw2qdhbVc/s1600-h/Chaddi+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTqIPy6KyI/AAAAAAAAABU/N-Hw2qdhbVc/s200/Chaddi+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076940107353303842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpufy6KvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/21-wXImxjww/s1600-h/Chaddi+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-5522618455532365857?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/5522618455532365857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=5522618455532365857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/5522618455532365857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/5522618455532365857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-comes-out-of-mans-mouth.html' title='What comes out of a mans mouth!'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/RnTpIvy6KpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XUEyMDlSNS8/s72-c/Chaddi+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-5021851629190776108</id><published>2007-06-04T05:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:48:31.028+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Test or quizz??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28;"&gt;How well do you know GTC?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wasted as we are, we have absolutely nothing else to do and nothing to write about… AND Oscar keeps complaining how this blog has become almost defunct, so we have decided to write a quiz on how well you know the GTC. As the French would say ,”Ce n’est pas un test, s’il vous plait. C’est un quiz sur la GTC” (Eat your heart out, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alliance&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Francaise, Bon Appetite!!). You will write down your answers on a word document which can be sent to any of the following e-mail addresses: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:parryshams@yahoo.com"&gt;parryshams@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:virtualchameleon23@yahoo.com"&gt;virtualchameleon23@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;;or &lt;a href="mailto:ebenzz@gmail.com"&gt;ebenzz@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;; (P.S. don’t send it to Oscar). &lt;i style=""&gt;We will tabulate your scores and post them as comments here. Detailed reports will be available at a nominal fee of 5/- Rs, payable to anyone of the above people (not Oscar, Again). Please don’t be a cheat-ter. (if you got this joke, you will stand a good chance of doing well)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;AND SO IT BEGINS&lt;i style=""&gt; (please use HB pencils)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PART I: ANSWER IN BRIEF&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.1&lt;/u&gt; What does GTC stand for? (3 marks)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.2&lt;/u&gt; Who are the founding members of GTC? (5 marks) (Automatic fail if you cant answer this)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.3&lt;/u&gt; Who are the honorary members of GTC? (5 marks) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.4&lt;/u&gt; Who is the GTC mascot? (2 mark)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;*Where did we find the mascot? (bonus 2 marks)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.5&lt;/u&gt; Who are the oldest and youngest members of GTC? (2 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Q.6 Who is the only female member for GTC? (5 marks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.7&lt;/u&gt; When was GTC formed? (2 marks)&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;*Where? (bonus 2 marks)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.8&lt;/u&gt; Name GTC’s retail outlet? (5 marks)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.9&lt;/u&gt; Find the invisible question and answer it. (10 marks)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q.10&lt;/u&gt; Who is the butt of all jokes in GTC? (1 mark…… you know who…… and no its not voldermort)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PART II: ODD MAN OUT&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Proceed only if you managed to answer Q.2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;1 mark per correct answer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;The only member who:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Hasn’t been in a relationship&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Went to a different school (bonus 5 marks for naming both the schools)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Hasn’t flown in a plane&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Is the oldest sibling&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Doesn’t have an MTNL triband connection&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Doesn’t have a set of wheels&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Does not have a guitar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has had stitches (bonus 5 marks for guessing where)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has never represented their school in sports&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has maximum nicknames (bonus 2 marks knowing how many, and ¼ mark for each name)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Plays more than one instrument&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has had the most run-ins with college professors (bonus 2 marks for guessing how many and 5 marks for naming them)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Doesn’t have a cell phone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has gone for the same movie 2 days in a row&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has had a job (wasting time doesn’t not count)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Hasn’t dated someone from college&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Is vegetarian (by choice)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Doesn’t live in IC&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has been inside a submarine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has been in a car-roll….. do you even know what a car-roll is?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Has alcohol in his cupboard (You know it’s the goan)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Had a pigtail&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Is not on Orkut (-2 if you get this wrong)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Is not on Facebook&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Hasn’t had music lessons&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Doesn’t understand technical jargon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;PART III: OPINION POLL &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;This part has no marks, but is a performance survey on the GTC members:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.1 Most likely to be in a bar brawl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.2 Most likely to get married first&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.3 Most likely to be a victim of road rage&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.4 Least likely to get married&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.5 Member you like the most (why don’t you like the rest… huh? huh?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.6 Least Approachable&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.7 Most Approachable&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.8 Most likely to do an item number&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.9 Most Eligible guy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.10 Worst dressed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.11 Most likely to be hen-pecked&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.12 Most stubborn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.13 Hardest to find&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.14 Most likely to say “HUH?” after a joke&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.15 Last to know anything&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.16 Worst singer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.17 Most likely to be famous&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.18 Most likely to run the Mumbai Marathon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.19 Least likely to run the Mumbai Marathon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.20 Most likely to look good in pink…… this is NOT a joke&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.21 Earliest to start losing hair&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.22 Most likely to get a tan done&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.23 Most likely to get a tattoo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.24 Most secretive person&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Q.25 Most likely to end up in jail&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;We hereby declare this blog defunct….. &lt;b style=""&gt;NOT &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ce n’est pas possible…… something like that only.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rules and Regulations:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Members of GTC and their family members(upto 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; generation) are not allowed to participate competitively in this ……umm... test?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-5021851629190776108?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/5021851629190776108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=5021851629190776108' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/5021851629190776108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/5021851629190776108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/06/test-or-quizz.html' title='Test or quizz??'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-7783186820905845515</id><published>2007-03-24T03:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:47:32.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chopsuey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before I begin, this has nothing to do with the System of a Down hit of the same name, nor does it have anything to do with what Josh, Oscar and Adley ate today at Ingredients.Well it actually does but what the heck! The name comes from what I was telling Joel when I read Chopsuey on the menu. I told him that SOAD named their song "Chopsuey" because it was 3-4 different lyrics put together into one song like a chopsuey. I must admit that the title struck me after I was done writing the whole post. I mean since the post is made of random quotes and excerpts I picked up from TV, music and the internet....the title is so...Now read on...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here are some evergreen words...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Staind - Schizophrenic Conversations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"...Are you afraid,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Afraid of the truth,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The mirror's staring back at you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The image is cracked,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But so is the view..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jerry Seinfeld on his show 'Seinfeld'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;" You know when you're moving, you have only one thing on your mind....BOXES. You can be at the best restaurant enjoying a meal but all you can think of is boxes. You'll be like, I know you've got boxes in there, dont tell me you dont! I can smell them dammit! You can be at a funeral and you'll be like...hmm neat box, good wood panelling, nice handles....I can put all my stuff in there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Come to think of it, dying is the last big move you make. Think about it, the pall-bearers are like the friends you can ask for help to carry your stuff, and the coffin is like that one perfect box you've looked for all the time...except for the fact that when you find it...YOURE IN IT!!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Daron Malakian - Lead Guitars and Backing Vox - System of a Down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gist of what he said on SOAD winning a grammy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Grammys dont matter to us...I mean, you get an idea, you work on it, you make a song, you get it on an album and on radio for people, you play it live for them and if they love it, thats all that matters. Grammys are just a by product. Theyre a by-product and not an end in themselves. We didnt even go to recieve our grammys. They sent it to my house in a box, its still lying there. I havent even opened it yet."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lyrics from Train's Album 'For Me, Its You'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;All I Ever Wanted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were my ticket outta here&lt;br /&gt;And I was your dream come true&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Except for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Explanation"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;"What's your favorite color, your sign&lt;br /&gt;Your basic sense of style and date of birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Who's gonna win your heart and when your heart's been won&lt;br /&gt;And when your hearts been won is it still your daddy first"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr.Cox from 'Scrubs' talking about relationships.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'All couples face the same problems. The real ones don't let them bring them down and wade through all of that crap.'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpts from 'Cheers'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scene : Bar-owner Rebecca Howe's boyfriend, multi-millionaire Robin Colcord is cheating on her with 2 other women. Sam, the previous owner of the bar and a good friend of Rebecca convinces her to break up with him. Robin tries to compensate for cheating on Rebecca by gifting her a diamond bracelet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rebecca (after looking at the bracelet) to Sam - (mouths) Its gorgeous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sam frantically waves his arms telling her not to fall for it...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Robin to Rebecca : 'I like your principles. The other girl from the French embassy would have lapped it up in a second. I really like it that you stood by your morals. I have to say, out of the two of you, I think youre definitely ahead. Now I must leave....care to join me. (walks out).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rebecca to Sam: (confused for a second, then jumps up and down) Sam cant you see Im winning....Robin, Im coming...(runs after Robin)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sam: 'Wait a second Rebecca, your giving up something here thats you're gonna regret for the rest of your life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rebecca: (thinks for a second) Youre right....Robin I'll take the bracelet!!'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Frank Millers Graphic Novel '300'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scene: Xerxes is trying to convince King Leonidas to surrender to him after the latters army successfully fought off the first battalion of Xerxes' finest guards The Immortals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Xerxes: Your kingdom and mine could share our cultures with each other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leonidas: Well, we've been sharing our culture with your men all day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And finally excerpts from a chat between Joel and me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: Joshua's coming for the movie tomorrow too. I think he's gonna meet some girl at the theater!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joel : *Rolls eyes*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: Hey we'll show him.....I'll just call....umm, uhh....Ill call....umm....joe you got anyone?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joel: I could call her but....oh then theres that girl who, no but.....and then theres the other one too...umm...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: Hmm I guess we could call that one....but.....naah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joel : LOL, looks like we have no options.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: No no, we're single out of choice...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joel: Yeah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: Yeah, we're single, because we are out of choices...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-7783186820905845515?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/7783186820905845515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=7783186820905845515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/7783186820905845515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/7783186820905845515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/03/chopsuey.html' title='Chopsuey!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-7834016147793962287</id><published>2007-03-14T02:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:33:02.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>Mixed Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If its one thing that I strongly believe, it is that human beings are not meant to be single. Go ahead refute me if you want to, I still stand by my belief. And I see myself under the same category. Over the years Ive gone from single to committed, to single to committed, to hating being single and finally experimenting and having fun with being single. Ill admit Im having fun now, but thats going to die out in a while, sooner or later everyone needs someone to love and I feel no different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no idea what relation the above paragraph has to the rest of the post but I felt like writing that anyway... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another year of college passed us by today. I kept telling everyone how I got that distinct 'season-finale of a sitcom' feeling all day. The last two years have always ended on a happy note, actually a high note. This year I was happy, but except for a few things here and there, it was pretty much an ordinary day.(Note quite the most memorable season finale Id say!). I realised the following things today (damn this is starting to sound like an answer paper!).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firstly, it started to hit me that my TY friends wont be there anymore and today was probably one of the last days (or perhaps the last time) I see them in college. Secondly, the person that I was when I entered FY in June last year and the person that I am right now are different no doubt, but over time Ive seen that the core remains the same which is quite a reassuring factor.  I thought that the equations I shared with all my friends were changed for the worse this year, but towards the end, it fell back into place. Also one of the most striking things is the new group of friends that I made this year. I kept looking at all of us today, as individuals and as a group and I realized that we were a varied bunch of individuals, who get along like a house on fire inspite of the differences in personality. Also hanging out with each other has not made us similar people, in fact we have become more distinct as individuals. But the important factor is that we accept each others differences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, okay, coming back to the being single part.Over the past few months, Ive learnt to value committment (in my case that would mean not being too comfortable with it). My bro getting married has had a lot to do with this. Apart from the fact that I AM NOT looking forward to sitting on a horse in the middle of the road with a 5 kg helmet on my head while a bunch of bad dancers jump around me for atleast a decade, I also came to realise the fact that none of my relationships ever reached the level my brother's relationship has. Believe me its nothing to do with age here, its about finding that one person for you and being that one person for someone. Much as I would like to believe I havent found someone who did that for me at that level and neither did I. So I know I still have a long way to go when it comes to finding the right person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waiting for that person gets really unnerving at times. Actually most of the times to be honest. Eye-candy, crushes, casual dates, flings and the likes can only amuse you till a point, but when you realise that nothings going anywhere with any of the girls you like, it can be pretty bugging.  Oscar and the others at 'the family' think I'll be the first one from the group to be married. They always thought of me as the committed type, and until recently I thought so too. Of course, now I want to experiment and have fun being single (all in a good way though). So well, Ive got 3 months of vacation ahead of me, lets see who I find and what I do.....cant wait, hope something happens soon. Till the, I guess Ill just have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe this waiting thing isnt so bad after all, takes some getting used to, but as long you have fun along the way and not get too pulled down by loneliness its fine....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, Ill scoot for now, bring on the comments please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-7834016147793962287?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/7834016147793962287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=7834016147793962287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/7834016147793962287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/7834016147793962287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/03/mixed-thoughts.html' title='Mixed Thoughts'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-3183911090873978224</id><published>2007-03-13T01:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:47:11.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>New Blog...</title><content type='html'>Well, Ive made myself a wordpress blog, its basically gonna be parallel to the GTC blog ( you will find all the posts Ive made here and your comments on them over there), but the only difference is that its just my blog, whereas GTC is a team blog (although u see me posting here most of the time). Im gonna post everything that I post there over here as well, Ive made a category here called Introspective Paz which will feature, as the name suggests my introspective stuff. All I need is for Oscar to update our theme so theres a sidebar which displays that category. Heres the link to my other blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justpazz.wordpress.com/"&gt;Just Pazz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya here and there too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-3183911090873978224?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/3183911090873978224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=3183911090873978224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/3183911090873978224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/3183911090873978224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/03/trying-to-get-new-blog.html' title='New Blog...'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-5986425669210371916</id><published>2007-02-28T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:16:02.184+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>From Memory Lane to Today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well this post came to my mind a couple of nights ago when I suddenly woke up and couldn't get any sleep after that. While I was awake, my mind for some reason took me to my tenth standard picnic in Mahableshwar. I remember how I had a photo album of the trip (which I think Ive misplaced/ forgotten to take back from Velina.) So well there I was, lying wide awake in bed with the whole photo album flashing before my eyes like a Flickr slideshow or something. I started thinking about things back then. How I was, what kind of friends I had etc etc. Well come to think of it, I was in a room with 13 people (the rule allowed 5 but we got 8 more ppl in since we wanted all our 'friends' there), but not a single one could really be called a friend. I mean I never hung out with them besides school, never called them for anything other than school related stuff, and never really opened up to any of them. The trip was fun, a whole lot of fun. I remember how so many of my classmates started talking to me coz I was suddenly 'cool' according to them (for the simple reason that I didnt try to be cool like everyone else). And the one's who were friends already started to act like we were brothers or something (because they wanted to be tagged cool too). My teacher thought I was going bad, because I wore a cap backwards and wore shades and stuff (not at the same time) and started talking to 'bad' students. Goes to show how immature people were in judging each other during school years.  Teachers too tag you as a saint or a devil child based on their own limited perception of what you are. When in fact you are neither. I remember hwo my class teacher was all disappointed in me because I had changed. I used to think for a while that Im a bad guy too, but then I just realized I was who I was all along, just that she got acquainted with me then. &lt;br /&gt;Around the same time, I met my first girlfriend ( who was my first crush at that time). I remember how she too thought I was 'cool' and 'different' and 'cute' because unlike most other guys, I didnt try to hit on the girls, I didnt dress to impress and I looked like I didnt really care what people thought of me.  I, in turn, thought she was the best thing that ever happened to me. We went on to have almost a year and a half long relationship, before she realized she wasnt on the same level as I was when it came to relationships.  Amazing how she went from being 'the one' to almost a stranger today. Its been 2 and a half years since we broke up, in that time I had another year long relationship, but still when I see her, she looks at me with a level of awkwardness. I dont know whether the relationship or the break up is relevant anymore, I was a totally different person then and so was she. For crying out loud she was 15 when we got together. But its amazing how today even though Im 19 and not even a shadow of who I used to be, we cant have a decent fone convo like to 2 mature people. Once again, I guess she isnt on the same level of maturity. The reason why she even comes up in this post today despite all we've been through is because she was the first real friend I had. The first person who actually opened up to me and the first person I opened up to. And regardless of what happened with the relationship that means a lot to me and will always.&lt;br /&gt;Coming into college, I made one of my best friends (who continues to be the same) Oscar. He and I have practically grown up together over the last 3 years. When I first met him, his hair was a disaster and so was mine, though we thought differently back then. He thought he'd never find someone to love (which he did later) and I thought Id never lose the one I loved (which I did later). We had a bunch of 'friends' too, but I guess they too didnt go beyond the level of friendship that I shared with the 13 random guys who crashed in my room at the picnic back in school. In SYJC, I became part of the group which we today call the Gangue Team Crew, which consists of some of the closest friends Ive ever made: Joel, Eben, Binoy, Oscar and Adley. I also became friends with Christine (I think Ive written enough abt her). Well things have changed with time, I dont know if everyone feels the same level of closeness that we once used to. We dont hang out like we used to, everyone is busy with something or the other (Im no exception). But despite all of that I'd like to tell you guys that you still are just as important to me as you were back then, actually you mean more now, and I hope that we havent grown apart while growing up. Its true things feel different when we hang out, but different in a good way none the less.&lt;br /&gt;Another person Id like to write about is Ishrat. Im not going to talk about how I met her and what she did etc etc. Im gonna talk about how she has been an important part of me growing up. From talking randomly in college to speaking for hours on end on the fone to going on double dates to being there for each other when we were hurting to not being in contact for god knows why to being back in contact and closer than ever to god knows what else in the future. I guess she's been there at my highest and my lowest and the same goes for me. I love the connection I share with her, and few understand me the way she does. God knows what I did to have an awesome friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;I think for the first time in all these years Im gonna write something for Velina too. Velina and I met on the first day of college in FYJC. We exchanged glances but that was it, I didnt actually get a chance to hang out with her till a couple of months later. I remember her telling me she used to like me till she found out I was dating my ex. She and I had a helluva lot of fun in FYJC times and I really wish I could go back to those days. I knew she always loved me and I knew that always did too, so the relationship with her was bound to happen. It did and it was one of the happiest times Ive seen. It was beautiful while it lasted, and like all good things it ended too.  Ive seen pretty faces after she went away, I met a few interesting girls too, but I havent clicked with anyone the way we used to. And well till I find someone who does come upto that level, Im gonna stay single. The relationship with her taught me a lot, believe me it did, and thanks to it I know what to look for in an ideal partner ( or atleast I think I do). After what we had, I wont compromise for anything lesser. Thanks for everything we had, and everything that we have right now despite all the history.&lt;br /&gt;This year (2006-07), I spent a majority of my time with my new friends Amu, Noella and Poornima and the rest of the 'family' (which didnt exactly go down well with my older friends). Well, regardless my old friends still mean a lot to me and I still love them. The 'family' and I have had some insane times together, we too have had our highs and lows.  But from being a group in michelle's lit. class to an inseperable bunch we sure have come a long way. And well we still do have a long way to go, but Im looking forward to every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;Last and definitely not the least Id like to mention Divya. She isn't a familiar name to everyone I guess. She used to write on this blog a long time ago as the 'Deetster'. Dee is one of the closest friends I have, and I really dont know how to define my friendship with her and its best that I dont, because no one would really understand it besides the two of us. All Im gonna say is that you are one of the most important people in my life and I really dont know how else to put it.&lt;br /&gt;All the friends that Ive mentioned above have seen different shades of me in different times. Some know the current me, some think they know the current me, some arent around as much now, some arent even around anymore, but in their own time and place they have all been special to me and have been instrumental in me growing up into whatever I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for everything we've shared and everything we will share in the future. I may not be the same person I was, but change isnt always a bad thing now is it?&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna end this post now. This post sure brought back a lot of memories for me, and I hope it does the same for you, and if it does, please acknowledge it with a comment. It would mean a lot to me...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot...&lt;br /&gt;Paras&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/20023185-5986425669210371916?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/5986425669210371916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=5986425669210371916' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/5986425669210371916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/5986425669210371916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-memory-lane-to-today.html' title='From Memory Lane to Today....'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-3738432226933867077</id><published>2007-02-07T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:35:03.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Christine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/RcoMoFFtbZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nID6cej5Ikw/s1600-h/143905771_0c3f6ed03a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/RcoMoFFtbZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nID6cej5Ikw/s320/143905771_0c3f6ed03a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028845816613006738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;As a going-away present for you, I wanted to write you something personal, but I wanted everyone else to see what a great friend you've been. So well this is what I came up with...Hope you like it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'My first memory of you dates back to my late FYJC days, I saw you one day dragging Sam to the Lipton Ice Tea counter, pestering him to get you an Ice Cream. I was with Oscar and you greeted me with a trademark (loud as usual) 'Hiee!'. Back then I used to know you as 'that loud girl with Sam'. I remember how shocked I was when someone told me you were Justin's sister. I mean there was Justin who was quiet as anything and then there you were, pushing the decibel levels each day. I got to know you better through Eben and I guess we became good friends sometime when I was in SYJC (somewhere between all those train rides and crazy canteen encounters). Ive tormented you a lot over the last two years and thoroughly enjoyed it. Im sure you'll fondly remember each 'Cha Mailaa' and 'Sodnaar Nahi'. (well maybe not fondly, but atleast you'll remember it). Livewire 2005 gave me an opportunity to witness what an awesome voice you had. And although you looked out of place with the pink outfit (Metallica feat. Britney Spears as i called it), you were absolutely awesome. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;With you around there's never a dull moment. You're truly contagious, if you're happy you'll make sure everyone around you has a fun time as well and as hard as you may try, when you're feeling blue, it more or less affects everyone else.  You're a really bad liar (almost as bad as Oscar lol), and are as curious as a 3 yr old....wait arent you a 3 yr old?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Christine is strong, smart, talented and caring and a genuinely loving person. Sure she has her flaws too, but who doesnt!We love you just as you are (braces included). She gets really uncomfortable around people who are fighting and will try her best to diffuse the tension at the slightest hint of an arguement. She can get sensitive and panicky sometimes, but she tries her best not to inconvenience anyone when she's feeling like that. She forgives people really quickly ( a bit too quickly sometimes) and really gets attatched to her friends. Her blog, though not always, Contagious Joy, is a pleasure to read. She really accepts her mistakes readily and is always open to learn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;As you step into the big world, I wish you all the best for all that life has in store for you. Dont change the person you are, but try to be street-smart, not everyone is as nice as you are. Its going to be impossible to replace you in college, the noise levels wont ever be the same again. But as much as we'll miss you, we want you to go out into the world and excel in everything you do. Hope we still get to hang out and be crazy like the old times. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Just wanna say that I wish I had more time so I could get to know you better than I already do. Sorry for anything that I may have done to hurt you intentionally or unintentionally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I truly 'louve' you!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras.&lt;/span&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/20023185-3738432226933867077?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/3738432226933867077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=3738432226933867077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/3738432226933867077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/3738432226933867077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-christine.html' title='To Christine...'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l-Wl4Zd3vms/RcoMoFFtbZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nID6cej5Ikw/s72-c/143905771_0c3f6ed03a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-1323487736290504202</id><published>2007-02-07T21:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:35:47.301+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>3 Years Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's an article I wrote for our College Magazine 'The Wilsonian'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its amazing how Wilson College, (a place that I didn’t even know existed till one of my cousins told me about it) has become an inseparable part of my life over the last 3 years. Back in 2004, I like many of my peers wished to join St. Xavier’s College and it seemed to me as if nothing else could impress me. But with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s it was love at first sight. One look at the great stone structure poised bang opposite the beach and Xavier’s was went flying off my wish-list. I had made my mind &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s was the place for me! The first two years of college though memorable passed by before I knew it. When it was time decide where I wanted to do my Bachelors degree, I didn’t even think twice before picking &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Considering that I had practically spent most of the last two years in college, I thought that I had seen all that was to be seen at this institution. But this time around I was to see a totally different side of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s. I was thrown off balance on the first day itself when I could not manage to spot a single familiar face in class. To add to my confusion, the time table pointed to previously unheard of classrooms such as M-1 and M-2 (which I later discovered were at Mackichan Hall).Another major hurdle for me was the early morning timings. I being a staunch follower of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Garfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; loved each and every minute of my morning sleep, but failure to attend would result in a dreaded ATKT and I had already heard one too many horror stories about that rule to take any chances with it. The next two months were spent acclimatizing to the new setting. By the time we reached the terminal exams, I was attending college on auto-pilot. For the first time in over 2 years, I went for one whole term without bunking college to go for a movie (quite an achievement considering my run-ins with the attendance rule over the last two years). But like they say every dark cloud has a silver lining. In my case, the silver lining came in the form of the new friends I made in class. God knows how I would have made it through without them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time the first term exams ended, we were all ready to enjoy our much needed break. But within the first week of the vacation I was dying to go back to college. After what seemed like a never ending October, I came back for Term 2 of FYBA. Fortunately, there were fewer lectures and more events which meant that it was time to celebrate! Friendship day, Tie day, Traditional day, Bazaar day and God knows what else. All we needed was an excuse to celebrate. After a month full of celebration inside and outside college, it was time for the Christmas holidays (which came and went by before one could say ‘Merry Xmas’). And now, unbelievable as it may seem another year is about to end. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The year has definitely been the most memorable I have spent at this institution. The memories I take back are as varied as Prof. Randeria’s early morning psychology lectures to making clay frogs till the late hours for the Nature Club exhibition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With three down and two more years to go, I can’t even begin to imagine what &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s holds for me in the next two years. But the previous years have taught me to expect the unexpected. So I guess Ill wait and watch while this wonderful institution surprises me…yet again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-1323487736290504202?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/1323487736290504202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=1323487736290504202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/1323487736290504202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/1323487736290504202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/02/3-years-already.html' title='3 Years Already?'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-4219207119372519900</id><published>2007-01-11T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:35:48.310+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>Walk On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"For the Last year and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;I walked out on familiar faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Had to cut some losses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Learned to never be complacent" *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking the other day, my mind fixated on everything else but the road. Where I was going, why I was headed that a way, and was I even on the right path seemed irrelevant for the time being. I walked on, without a single familiar face in sight. Had everyone else left me behind or had I walked too far ahead without realising there was no one behind me? I couldnt tell anymore, frankly I couldnt care lesser. My only two constant companions were silence and obscurity. And to be honest with 'friends' like those two, who needs anything else? A few people approached me saying that they knew me. I couldnt recognise them anymore. At times their voices sounded familiar but their faces were unknown. On other occassions, I waited for God knows how long for the  voiceless familiar faces to say or do something. What was going on? Was I dreaming? Or was this my nightmare coming alive? Whatever it was I couldnt face it. I ran, ran with all my remaining strength. Till I finally ran out of energy. I could no longer run. The road started spinning and 360 degrees of blurred images were in my face. I somehow held myself together to see a fresh batch of friendly faces. Maybe things would change now....maybe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"The world can be so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;When you step into the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;The streets all look familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;That just multiplies the danger" *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With my new found companions I gallantly marched into the unknown. I didnt have anything to go back to anyway. These guys were all I had now and they didnt look like the types who would desert me. Soon enough we hit a roadblock. To move ahead I had to cross a river. A raging one, which looked like it meant business.&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, 'No way on earth am I going to make it across this one." but my posse said that I could if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;"But I dont even know how to swim guys. What if I drown or something?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Move on" they told me.&lt;br /&gt; "I'm in no hurry of killing myself . Theres so much I want to see and do. I'm not risking my future over this!"&lt;br /&gt; "Dont worry about the future, it will come soon enough. Dont worry about the past, you can't change it anyway. Whatever happened, happened for the best. Be thankful that you are still standing and move on. We're right behind you." Thus saying they pushed me in without warning. I was  barely able to keep my head above water, but they said, "Nothing will go wrong trust us!"&lt;br /&gt; Yeah right! Easy for you to say, Im the one splashing around with no idea whether I will stay afloat or go under, Not you. And you say trust us? How can you even have any idea what Im facing when your not even with me a 100%? Stop kidding yourself! Kind words dont save a drowning man, a helping hand might do the trick. But it seemed like they didnt even want to listen. They thought they had done all that they needed to do. With their respective consciences no longer at loggerheads with them, they walked away certain that they'd 'played their parts well'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I found that true friends may be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The ones you rarely hear from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause many said they'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But now they can't be found" *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Where did they disappear? They were right here a second ago, egging me on and now they were gone? But how could it be? This time I knew for sure that I had trusted the right people. Did I do something wrong to anger them? Or did I trust the wrong people again? No no, that couldnt be. These guys were for real, they wouldnt leave me at a time like this. They'll be back soon enough. I just have to be a bit patient and a bit more optimistic. But for now, I need to get across this river before it sucks me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Looked right into the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Face down all my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will rise above!" *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing all my fears aside for that moment, I decided to face the river head on! And surprisingly enough I made it through. Imagine! My worst fear was realized and I faced it and lived to tell it. No longer was I a slave to my fears. I excitedly looked around to share the news with my companions, but they never showed up. Once again I asked myself, did they leave me behind or did I move ahead too fast? Thus I walked on all alone yet again with no idea where I was going.  I stopped and thought to myself. "Whoa! Ive come so far ahead. The enemies in my past must be so far behind now that they arent even a relevant threat anymore. Anyway, they couldnt scare me, I already fought down my worst fears. And if I walk ahead long enough, Im sure Ill find new companions just like the last time!Why then am I afraid of being alone, afraid that more dangers may await me, afraid of not knowing where I am headed or whether or not I will ever find my destination? Where did these questions come from anyway? I was just pointlessly walking along, wasnt I? Well I guess thats what I'll do then! Just keep moving ahead. Thats all Ive been asked to do, everything else is a perk or a momentary discomfort. But isnt it all part of the journey?" I smiled and shook my head, what I thought of as just a walk had taught me so much, yet it taught me nothing I didnt already know. I mean after all, all I had to do was walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Never Mind.....Forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Memories...On a Page Inside a Spiral Notebook" ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lyrics from 'Rise Above' by Adema from the album 'Planets'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Lyrics from 'Forget It' by Breaking Benjamin from the album 'We Are Not Alone'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-4219207119372519900?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/4219207119372519900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=4219207119372519900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/4219207119372519900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/4219207119372519900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/01/walk-on.html' title='Walk On!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-8524052737086223138</id><published>2007-01-05T22:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:01:20.379+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>New Post in a New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Children of all ages. Happy New Year to everyone. Hope everyone has a great year ahead....yada yada yada. Lets get back to more important things viz. my post.  Yup, so lets begin where we last left off...'Hopes and Fears'....hmm well, that was a while back and allow me to fill all of you in between what happened from then to now if I may.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do all December?  No seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DID I DO ALL DECEMBER?&lt;/span&gt;  I didnt even realise I was gone for over a month. But anyway let me begin to attempt to recollect. Hmm for starters winter finally began to kick in and boy were we thankful for it after extended October heat. Well lets begin with Tie and Saree Day  that is if I remember the whole day correctly. And motivational speaker &lt;a href="http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/"&gt;Nick Vujicic&lt;/a&gt; visited our college and delivered a simple talk to us. No 14 day 'Change your life' plans, no self-advertisement...nothing of that sort! He just narrated his own story without asking for any pity or sympathy, and well he doesnt need any. He's more resilient than most of us 'normal people' put together. Hats off to you Nick, your talk helped me through one of my hard times. You're talk made me realise how trivial my troubles were and despite everything else, there is still an abundance of love on earth. That aside we took like a thousand pictures on that day and had tonnes of fun. Yours truly got a compliment or two as well. Thanks a lot to all my 'admirers' whoever and wherever you are (*wink wink*).&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well, what next you ask....Well we continued to have fun in college with all our friends.&lt;br /&gt;On December 8, we had 'Club Nite' in college, and we all danced, yes we all danced, even Oscar and I danced. We really had a blast and that set the tone for the rest of the month which had tonnes of parties in it, but still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;'The family' as we like to call ourselves is had a great time all December and despite the fact that most  of us (in other words except for Amu) are single and bored of it, we had a blast in the holiday season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Random Classifieds Ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;'The Family' needs single guys and girls from ages 18-21 who meet the following requirements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Requirements for guys:Should be cute, Should be nice, should be SINGLE, should not ask for committment, and should not be any of the things that may or may not be mentioned here. (Hope that helps).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Requirements for girls: Should be pretty, should be responsive (dont make us guys do all the work now), should be successful to capture our attention for more than a week, should be atleast five feet four inches tall, should not be either too comfortable with committment nor too shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Also not to mention, selection is at the sole discretion of 'The Family' if anyone does not approve of you, you will be thrown out. You have to get everyone and I mean everyone to like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, classifieds aside. Lets continue, I went for like 3 Xmas parties, one at YMCA, the other at Amu, Noe and Rohit's church and the third wasnt an Xmas party it was Noella's Bday. She turned 18 and we gave her enough reasons to remember the day. Like for example we bought in two complete strangers to sing 'Happy Birthday' for her.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Xmas gifts, I got the following gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1) A DVD of The Newsboys (which I still havent watched).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2) 13 of my favorite CDs courtesy my Aunt in the USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3) A pass to the Delirious? Concert from Christine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4) Another Cake from Oscar as a gift (I still dont call it a gift).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my cousin brother came down from the USA after 2 years and his younger brother left for the USA for a year lol. Talk about musical chairs.&lt;br /&gt;I was down with an upset tummy for a couple of days in the last week of December and then finally came New Years. For the second year in a row, my new year began in Oscar's church (well it was a different church). And after listening to the worship band play 'Rain Down' by Delirious? for the umpteenth time we headed to Andheri station at 1 am in the nite and caught the last official train for the night at 1.40 am. There was a full on party inside the compartment, and it was really a sight you can see only in Mumbai! After the train ride, we headed to Samantha's (aka Sam the disprin addict) place for a party, which featured more dancing (including the now famous Oscar's Nagin Dance Step), and embarassing games (such as Ducky Ducky and 'Poor Pussy' to name a few). Another fun time, and  a great way to ring in the new year. We also met a 'pirate' called Captain Jack and his wench (also called Wife). The crew (us) was supposed to have a party at Captain Jack's deck but since we were too tired we decided to take a hike instead. Also the captains wifey was ready to make him walk the plank if he forced us to dance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to January, on the 3rd it was Poornima's 19th Birthday. WE had a nice lunch at her place courtesy her mom, and had a lot of lets say interesting conversations. Happy Birthday Poornima!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Letty's place, and yes there was more dancing (fortunately no Oscar Nagin Dance this time, neither did I dance). After that we played in Letty's garden and had a flashback to childhood. Here are somethings I realised yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1) Jiving makes most girls dizzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2) Noella loves carpets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3) Letty has an awesome place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4) I can swing really high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5) I suck a little lesser but still a lot at Table Tennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6) No matter how old you get, you will still hurt yourself at a garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7) See-Saws should come with seat-belts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;8) None of us are really as old as we should be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the present day. I woke up late this morning and decided to skip college. I did practically nothing today, went for a meeting in the evening and now Im making a post abt all that I did in the last month or so.&lt;br /&gt;I know theres a lot I covered (and a lot I missed too)...so heres a recap and after that the credits.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Tie day, club nite, christmas parties, Noella's bday, classifieds ads, new years, poornimas bday and letty's place...thats all we covered.&lt;br /&gt;Other imp. stuff......&lt;br /&gt;I had a crush but now its gone and Im still single...YAY (Yawn). Everyone else I know is still single, and the ones in relationships are still in relationships. I shopped all my outfits for my bro's wedding and hmm yea thats about all I want to cover now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Special Thanks To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gangue Team Crew ( Oscar,Joel,Bintu,Eben,Adley and Me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Family' (Amu, Noe,Poornima,Sam,Su,Letty,Rohit,Osci, Georgie and Me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;College Pplz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chaddi aka Christine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Divya aka Dee (for putting up with me this long).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And everyone else who I havent mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love y'all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-8524052737086223138?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/8524052737086223138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=8524052737086223138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/8524052737086223138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/8524052737086223138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-post-in-new-year.html' title='New Post in a New Year!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-4800993977686168069</id><published>2007-01-05T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:57:13.004+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>Are You Unforgiven Too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well for once I'm going to say nothing and the let the lyrics do the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song: The Unforgiven II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist: Metallica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                                  Lay beside me, tell me what they've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Lay beside me, under wicked sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;No, there's no sun shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;No, there's no sun shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Behind the door, should I open it for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sick and tired, I stand alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Or are you unforgiven too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dead sure she'll be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Behind the door, should I open it for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sick and tired, I stand alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Or are you unforgiven too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Lay beside me, tell me what I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The door is closed, so are your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But now I see the sun, now I see the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes now I see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Behind the door, should I open it for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So sick and tired, I stand alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The one who waits for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh what I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Behind the door, should I open it for you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(So I dub thee unforgiven)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, what I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, what I've known!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I take this key (never free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And I bury it (never me) in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Because you're unforgiven too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Never free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Never me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause you're unforgiven too!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After All Said and Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Dub Thee 'Forgiven'&lt;/span&gt;&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/20023185-4800993977686168069?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/4800993977686168069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=4800993977686168069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/4800993977686168069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/4800993977686168069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-unforgiven-too.html' title='Are You Unforgiven Too?'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-4732699571551757320</id><published>2006-12-30T03:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-30T03:26:40.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phun at Chirkut</title><content type='html'>What happens when Oscar is bored and depressed and Im mildly under the influence of medication? Well, add a helpful stranger to the mix and you get the following scrapbook flooding...&lt;br /&gt;Oscar and I (with a little assistance from our lovely assistant Tanya) tormented our poor victim Supriya (who is a newbie in college) by pretending to be in 'louve' with her and trying to  get her to spend 'Happy New Years Day' with us...Here's the uncut version of the scraps...&lt;br /&gt;PS when I say Uncut I mean uncut! You'll get it just the way u get it on an orkut scrap book...That means you have to read it from the ground up and also have to put up with the timings,dates and delete buttons...&lt;br /&gt;So here we go...starting with the last scrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;START READING FROM THE END OF THIS POST OR THIS POST WILL MAKE NO SENSE....OKAY IT WILL MAKE LESSER SENSE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*Tanya*~:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;im blown away by both poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;its a tough choice now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i HOPE U MAKE d rite choice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:26 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can also write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;..temme how good It is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:23 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MNS BALLZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each day passing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each second ticking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bringing special night that much closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each day passesing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each second that ticking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My pulse racing faster and faster.(like my bike)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEach day passing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each second ticking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My palms sweat more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEach day passing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each second ticking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My excitement going bigger of before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEach day passing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each second ticking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonderin if all is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEach day passing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each second ticking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't wait to go to MNS BALL with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:22 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here beez my original poem....I am having knowledge that ou are liking poetry and literature too also so I penned this for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like a river flowing in2 the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;like sparrows chirpin in wee&amp;glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumb!, like a panda sittin on the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;butterfly near the flowers with buzzing bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't know what do u think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;butstill am in wee &amp; glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:20 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Nd I Say nothing..... see I got the dots right also. I think fair chance i win now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can take you out for Sandwich after the Ball. And dont worry I dont give ball tickets to this Paras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:18 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Brothers (sisters too also) It is coming to my notice that fighting one's own country men is futile and infertile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore we must be letting Miss I say nothing decide where she beex wanting to spend Happy New Year Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Please say something no miss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS...I be loving your eyes more....I even wrote poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:14 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*Tanya*~:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOO HAA INDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAYA INDIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOO HAA INDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAYA INDIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOO HAA INDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAYA INDIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:12 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are certainly very deceptionist...you misused my passionate emotionalness for Indian team and former captain to make move on miss I say nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I saying to you....Dont look my girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:06 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoo Haa India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaya India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoo Haa India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaya India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoo Haa India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaya India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:06 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No i decided to change my mind again. Her eyes are bigger than Ganguly and greener. I want to go with her. Not Ganguly. You keep Ganguly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont LOOK MY GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:06 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;also not to forgetting to cheer for Indian team tmrw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kindly repeating after me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoo Haa India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaya India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:05 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have door size poster of Ganguly in pepsi ad...I will gladly hand it over Tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now to be giving me passes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apne dada ki baat manoge na :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:04 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want Giant Big Sizes Ganguly poster. No I changing my minds. I want 3 of them. One in bathroom, one in bedroom, one in kitchen for dadi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:04 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Dont look my girl! Dont LOOK MY GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:03 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;See now bachelor mans and bachelor womans are both being very much interested...I shall fight tooth and nail to take miss I dont say anything to MNS ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:03 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What trade you wanting now? I think I dont have Sourav Gangulys Card in my collection. I burned it when I heard he was bad captain. I want it back because he is back also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have Ganguly posteR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:03 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*Tanya*~:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;uve got really nice eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:02 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Buffalo...how did you procuring tickets to MNS ball...I love all of MNS..Long live Raj Thackeray...I shall gladlay trade my New Years Ball passes...kindly reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    1:01 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he any think prob.. with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cha Maila! You cant do this! I have two tickets to the MNS ball also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How your like this? What Will I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are brother , how you are like this. Look lets talk this out in nice and gentelmanly way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:53 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going one more step ahead of you good sir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you beez coming to New Years Ball with me :D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have 2 tickets and no date...and I dont wish to jive with the speaker!                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So you are not even knowing her name but you are to be asking her contact details via email...how very flirtating of you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:49 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No No...She making friendship with me. You backing off today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:49 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now now..you back off today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd i say nothing..what is your name? Myself oscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why you not say anything? Wow you really being true to your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One favor asking , Gimme your number. email is best no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:48 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many apologies...hoping to be gaining forgiveness. Pardon my blunderance. Anyways I am being of the opinion that she should be making friendship with me first since she is 1/4th punju which is the similar to case to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:45 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is L-E-N-S! Not lans like lans armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:43 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh really? What you saying meester. No, she no wearing lens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:43 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry, I couldnt help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:42 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no I think she is beez wearing lans :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:42 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    delete    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Varghese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice eyes. Are they real ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:41 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I decided to go with the overpowering flow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi there, your album very good. You very pretty. Can we be making friendship! :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    12:39 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/29/2006    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-4732699571551757320?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/4732699571551757320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=4732699571551757320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/4732699571551757320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/4732699571551757320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/12/phun-at-chirkut.html' title='Phun at Chirkut'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-7593998875988152371</id><published>2006-12-19T10:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:03:30.270+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscarisms.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Yogi Bear creator Joe Barbera dies at 95 (1911-2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joe Barbera&lt;/span&gt; one of the Team Members of Hanna Barbera died on Monday of natural causes at his home with his wife Sheila at his side, Warner Bros. spokesman Gary Miereanu said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joe Barbera with his Partner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bill Hanna&lt;/span&gt; (1910-2001) created an empire of animated cartoons and never ending tales of the beloved “T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;om And Jerry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yogi Bear&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Cat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huckle berry hound and friends&lt;/span&gt;” immortalized by &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartoon Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (1993-Infinity)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Kids of this gen probably dont even remember Yogi Bear and Top Cat and co. With Japanese Anime taking over original cartoons and animation of the 90’s. Things change…But I see no reason why we shouldnt remember the great Hanna And Barbera movement!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It was a family comedy with everyday situations and problems that we window-dressed with gimmicks and inventions,” Barbera once said. “Our stories were such a contrast to many of the animated series that are straight destruction and blasting away for a solid half-hour.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thats him….Joe Barbera&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/nm/20061219/2006_12_18t193634_357x450_us_barbera.jpg?x=180&amp;y=226&amp;amp;sig=G20SPqMotIg0p4Nrx9zl6Q--" align="bottom" /&gt;…the third last great guy who made commerical animation and great art at the same time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.volny.cz/romanam/obrazky/hanna_barbera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanna And Barbera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-7593998875988152371?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://oscarisms.com' title='Yogi Bear creator Joe Barbera dies at 95 (1911-2006)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/7593998875988152371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=7593998875988152371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/7593998875988152371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/7593998875988152371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/12/yogi-bear-creator-joe-barbera-dies-at.html' title='Yogi Bear creator Joe Barbera dies at 95 (1911-2006)'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-116473666241538045</id><published>2006-11-28T22:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:27:42.523+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>Hopes and Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's been a month since college re-opened (well almost a month) and once again college has been successful in taking my mind off my troubles. Theres so much happening there on a daily basis that you rarely get time to sit down and think about any of it, let alone write about it. But today I feel like writing again so here I am before you. For those of you who didnt know already I had a break-up about a month ago and the same time last month was one of the hardest times I have faced in a while now, probably the worst part of an otherwise awesome year, but its okay Im not complaining. As I look back to last month, I feel lucky to be as composed as I am right now. I cant stress enough how much everyone around me has helped in this. Everytime I had a rough patch, I'd turn inwards first and then talk to my friends and thankfully each time I had someone who could relate to what I was feeling or atleast lend a patient listening ear. Past experiences have helped a lot to make this time easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;But what strikes me the most is the way God has helped me through this and continues to do so everyday. There was no one person in particular who I ran to everytime something was wrong and even when I did turn to people for help the help didnt come in the way I expected it to. Instead of someone sitting me down and advising me what to do I saw people coming to me with the same problems as I was facing. And since I've thought about my problems at length I was equipped to help them deal with their troubles. So instead of someone offering me a solution, I found myself giving those solutions to people. And seeing that they really appreciated the advise and that it genuinely helped them through a rough patch made me feel that I too could overcome. Funny how life teaches you things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Ive found inspiration in the most unlikely places and believe it or not it has helped me. Whether it was sitcoms like Scrubs and Friends, or Philosophy, or the very songs I listened to day in and day out on my discman, there were always some pearls of wisdom that I could take from various places and each time I found something like that I felt like someone watching over me was smiling and I'd look up and thank my guardian angels...or whatever it was that was helping me!&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I stand here today, without any pain or hatred in my heart speaks for itself. And I'm hopeful that I will get through this phase too. I have the right people to talk to when I need to. I've found some really close friends in some really unlikely people notably amrita and poornima. At first I thought me and Amu were poles apart, but it seems that though we are different people, we are not so different after all. I learn from her and sometimes helping her with her problems helps me see things in better light. The other friend would be Poornima; though I could relate to her quietness around new people, I never thought she would open up to me. But she did and though she is still quiet sometimes, I know that our friendship means a lot to her. The same would apply for Amu. Noella has always been there with unbiased, frank opinions which were not always what I'd like to hear but were honest opinions. Nice to know that there are still people left who like to tell it like it is and expect others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to express myself so literally. Usually I'd make a general statement like the previous 2 posts, but I dont really care who reads this anymore ( I dont mean that in an offensive way to anyone. Its just that I feel I am getting to that point where I can write with no readers in mind).&lt;br /&gt;Things are going surprisingly well and well I fear that I might jinx it by making this post. I'm really glad I've made new close friends but I'm afraid I'll lose them too. Somehow my worst fears have a knack of catching up with me. I'd love to thank Divya for all the time she spent listening to me at my unstable best. (amu if ure reading this, I dont even have to put up with half of what I put her through). I know all these people have come into my life with a purpose, a good purpose and that I should hold them close while I still have them, but sometimes I feel scared that everyone I get close to may fade away like everyone else has.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post doesnt alienate my old pals, you guys still mean a lot to me. I know I may not have devoted enough time to everyone and have spoken the wrong things to the wrong people, but please dont judge me for that.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I apologize to all those who have been burdened by me. I hope this posts offends none, because I hold no negativity towards anybody (well maybe some people, but they arent relevant anymore. Maybe I should work on that too....)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dont know if this post means anything to anyone out there....but well like I said, I do this for the love of it. Nothing else matters....&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/20023185-116473666241538045?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/116473666241538045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=116473666241538045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116473666241538045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116473666241538045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/11/hopes-and-fears.html' title='Hopes and Fears'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-116301064320845452</id><published>2006-11-08T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:00:43.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>Well I guess everyone knows what's been up with me over the last few weeks. It's been hard yes, but Im still standing and thankful for that. The last few weeks have taught me a quite a few things, and Ill mention some of those things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything must come to and end sooner or later. Whether it ends nicely or in an ugly way or whatever, there's always an end to everything in life (ultimately life itself ends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything in life is transitory. In other words, stuff keeps changing all the time for better or for worse. Some of it may seem bad at first, but may soon turn out be good for the bigger picture. Eventually stuff falls into place and things start to make sense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is one big lesson in 'letting go'. Dont want to sound preachy here. But yeah, life is like a training ground for letting everything go for whatever awaits us after life. The more we cling to people/things/pleasures the harder it becomes for us to let go of them which we eventually have to someday. I dont mean to say that one should not get close to anyone simply because everything must end, I'm saying when its time to let go of something, do it. It will be hard, it will hurt and it will take a while to get over the whole thing, but you have to do it because life doesnt come with options, it just gives us situations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The end of one phase doesnt mean the end for good. Its nothing but a transition into another phase of life, which like the other phases will have its own fair share of joys and sorrows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont hold on to negativity. Anger and hatred are like last nights leftovers. Theyre all from the past. The longer you hold on to them the uglier theyre gonna get. And well eventually they take a toll on yourself more than anyone else. So vent your anger if you have to, make your discontent apparent while there is time. Negativity is definitely not something you'd want to keep with you for long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're down, talk to people about it. No one's problems are unique, or atleast your not the only one in the world with problems. So talk to people, it helps. Its like a safety net,  spread it wide and when u fall, it makes sure you bounce right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly, learn from the past, but dont live in it. The good ol' days, the darkest times you've ever faced, or just random memories are all in the past. They came, they happened and they're gone never to come back. Be thankful for all that you were fortunate enough to enjoy and stop feeling bad over things that didnt turn out the way you wanted them to. Theyre gone now. All you can do is make sure you dont repeat the same mistakes you made. Situations may strikingly resemble each other, but that doesnt mean the same failures will take place again. If you're facing deja vu, use your past experience as your guide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to everyone who's been looking out for me. Ozz, joe, bin, eben, christine, noella, poornima, divya, jenny, sheila and everyone else I spoke to.....thanks a lot for hearing me out and thanks for all the advice. Stuff will be okay soon, I know it will....&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.....&lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;br /&gt;Pazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-116301064320845452?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/116301064320845452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=116301064320845452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116301064320845452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116301064320845452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-116274600541170995</id><published>2006-11-05T22:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:32:38.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A short drive that turned into a long one</title><content type='html'>Check the video out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Eben,Paras And Me were out last night driving on the Western Express Highway. Well my mom doesnt know abt it simply cuz she was in Kerala. &lt;img src="http://oscarisms.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m gonna be posting ONE of the many vidz we shot! And Click the link to see the pics. ( YEs I was clickin pics and driving) Click &lt;a target="_blank" title="I Beat The Santro" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apKrxoqZZjA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the Video.&lt;br /&gt;Theres this one Video(&lt;em&gt;will post later&lt;/em&gt;) of us chasing a BMW becuz it looked cool and we wanted to see more of it. Eben was holding the wheel (while i was driving..or shld i say half my head out taking the video) while we sped thru an entire Flyover at 120KMPH!) Read on:&lt;br /&gt;Oscar: Hold the wheel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eben :Im not Holding the……( me looking out )Woee! Ok ok im holding it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paras : SLOW DOWN! your doing a 100&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oscar : Nope..its 110 now. Ugh its too bumpy! I cant get a clear shot!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eben: why the hell am I even listening to you…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oscar : cuz BMW’s do that to you..they DRIVE you crazy. (pun Intented)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S play close attention to what we are speaking. Its Hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/apKrxoqZZjA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/apKrxoqZZjA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-116274600541170995?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/116274600541170995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=116274600541170995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116274600541170995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116274600541170995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/11/short-drive-that-turned-into-long-one.html' title='A short drive that turned into a long one'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-116190477032357628</id><published>2006-10-27T04:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-27T04:50:56.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'Is it you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Or is it TRUST!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Adema - Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust - its something that matters a lot in life. We need to trust so many things; trust our abilities, trust family, trust friends, trust your lovers/spouses , trust co-workers, trust the government, trust the premordial goodness of people......and TRUST GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust implies fully believing in somebody/something without a shadow of a doubt. And well its a two way process. Part one, you need to be willing to trust others and part two others should be trustworthy and live up to your trust. These two parts dont come one after the other, they co-exist, if one part is missing than the other is pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could be the most trustworthy person out there, but if you choose not to trust me, then its just not gonna work. Similarly, I can put all my trust in you, but if you dont live upto my trust, a problem arises again. All of us have been guilty of either one or both of these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's first look at whether we want to trust in the first place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay firstly we need food, so we need to trust the fact that food is out there, we need sleep, so we need to sure that there is no danger around so we can go to sleep, we need sex and that should ideally involve having to love and trust a person too. We need affiliation, which would imply having that one person who you can trust come what may. We need social acceptance, so at some point we need to trust other people in society. We also need knowledge, so we need to trust the source of our information.  When it comes to religion, we need to trust that God is always there for us and everything happens for the best. And finally, if we cannot trust anybody/anything, we would go insane for sure. Take my word on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I can say with some degree of certainty that Yes, we as humans want to TRUST....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The second part however is the tricky one. Trusting is risky, we need to know who to trust, how much to trust them etc. Human beings have been screwed over so many times that trusting is a tough job indeed. Theres suffering all over the world, so one finds it hard to trust GOD. There's poverty, unemployment, corruption and what nots, so we cannot trust the system. Theres adulteration of food, so we cant even trust foodstuffs now. We have family members killing each other and screwing each other over, add that to the list as well. Did I mention divorces, extramarital affairs, cheating on your partner, lying,stealing, back stabbing and the likes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well you get the picture, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I feel like just screaming at myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didnt know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I need to be alone....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Linkin Park - Don't Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am at a point in my life where I dont know who or what to trust. I maybe pessimistic, but believe me, I have reasons to be so.  I wish I could trust someone enough to tell them all that was going on, but when your deepest beliefs are shaken to the core, you cant really have faith in anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I know it's hard to keep an open heart; When even friends seem out to  harm you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Guns N' Roses - November Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont ask me what's up, I wont tell. I wish I could, but I just cant. Dont take this personally if you're reading this, I'll tell you when I feel it's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I know right now is that writing helps me feel better, and right now it sure is helping. I dont know if everything happens for the best, but I do know everything happens for a reason. Right now, I dont know whats going on and I dont know the reason either.  I want the truth, but I dont know if I can take it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'If I gave you the truth would it keep you alive'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Seether - Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I have friends who will help me out through tough times. I know my family will too. I know God's looking out for me too.  I know I need to be strong, but on days like these, it just gets too hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to trust, I want to believe, I want to put my faith in other people, just dont let me down, thats all I ask. The only one I trust right now is God: God whose always been there and always will......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'Daddy here I am again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Will you take me back tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I went and made the world my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And it left me high and dry'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Casting Crowns - Prodigal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With this I end, hoping tomorrow will make things better, because at the end of the day, its hope that keeps me going on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/20023185-116190477032357628?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/116190477032357628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=116190477032357628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116190477032357628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116190477032357628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/10/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-116163093515053716</id><published>2006-10-24T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:45:36.986+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>Just another post....</title><content type='html'>Im bored, tired, world weary and sleepless. I'm not in the festive mood at all. I wasnt excited about Diwali approaching either like every year. Not depressed or anything, just saying that I didnt feel the kind of child like excitement we used to have as kids. Maybe it's bcoz all my cousins are either abroad or caught up in their own thing. Life........kya bolega, gotta take it as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;Missing the daily grind now, atleast I wasnt idle during college times. Thats what I need activity, something to keep my brain occupied, distracted, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Theres lots going on which I choose not to post. Kind of surreal, but well it's still all fact. The past seems to be my solace and the cause of my troubles from time to time. The future is just blurry. Wish life was like the movie "Click", you could just fast forward some parts and go back to the good ones as u wished. But Im not signing a pact with ol' Morty anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take some time out to thank everyone who's been kind enough to hear me out when I needed them. Feel fortunate that atleast I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry about me, there's someone looking out for me who's got something in mind which I will know pretty soon. Thank you for everything Ive been fortunate enough to recieve, and yeah, help me keep things under control. Help me be humble enough to appreciate all that I recieve from you and from the people who come into my life through you and help me be strong to get through that which is not under my control.&lt;br /&gt;Negativity is not something I want to hold on to. I may blow my top sometimes, but believe me when I say this, I dont want to be filled with anger and hatred towards anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Though I may feel that life is sometimes unfair to me, I must also see that life has also given me more than I ever expected. As I commence another chapter in my life, I know you are with me just like you were at all times.&lt;br /&gt;That very hope gets me through each new day and its challenges.&lt;br /&gt;Life gives us situations, not options, and you walk with me every step of the way through each situation. Thank you for loving me, and thank you for teaching me how to love.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this post is ambiguous, but then again arent all my posts like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To borrow Oscar's line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its obvious ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-116163093515053716?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/116163093515053716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=116163093515053716' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116163093515053716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116163093515053716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-another-post.html' title='Just another post....'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-116040250940278072</id><published>2006-10-09T19:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:31:49.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chaddi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/DSCN1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/DSCN1742.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well chaddi, Happy birthday (and one day), just wanna tell ya Im workin on something for you :-" so hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;Till then enjoy this pic :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-116040250940278072?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/116040250940278072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=116040250940278072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116040250940278072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116040250940278072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-chaddi.html' title='Happy Birthday Chaddi'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-116031952606280242</id><published>2006-10-08T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:10:32.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Years Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To Christine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;TYBA may have dampened CJ a bit, but on her day (or rather on my unlucky day), she can do dance numbers, item numbers, mehendi numbers, 'lauve' numbers, sad hindi songs etc etc. (Did I mention she does all the steps as well?), We keep makin fun of her braces time and again but in time she'll have a China doll face and we'll see who's lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ghing then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But thats later, right now she still has the braces, so on her B'day lets release my very own version of 'I will survive', just for the 'little' birthday girl.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'She might Survive'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;||PazzTheWiseDonkay||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Piano Intro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;At First I was afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I was petrified,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The dentist said my wisdom teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; would never see daylight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;He said, "It's time for action"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and did multiple extractions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my oh my,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;This aint what I had in mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I cant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Show my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Who'd have thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;These ghastly braces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wud be such disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My pals laugh at me all day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And now they call me metal-mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Im waitin 4 that lovely day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I get these ugly braces out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh now go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk out the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Get outta the house now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wont face you anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope my braces are out by 29,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I crumble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I lock myself and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Jesus Christ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Make my teeth fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me face them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a China doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Come change my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I got chocolates to eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And Ive got bachelors to meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Please make them right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Please make them right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I Pray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Well thats all I cud manage. I think I did a fairly good job. I hope you take it in good jest Chaddi, after all you love this song (well atleast u loved it when the turkey sang it!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyways Happy Birthday Once again, and remember ure just as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; young either side of twenty. Hope you read this soon, and I DO WANT YOU TO SING THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lotsa Louve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;||PazzTheWiseDonkay||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, here's a little something else we made for you......&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and just so you know by the time you read this it will be way too late for you to come and bash us up so hahaha (On a serious note we hope you take it in good spirit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/chadsonchad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/chadsonchad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing Picture of Christine provided by Oscar, Boxer shorts pic courtesy google.com searched by Pazz and finally photoshopped by Binoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all in this together so if u wanna kill me kill them first! Mwah! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gangue Team Crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-116031952606280242?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/116031952606280242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=116031952606280242' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116031952606280242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/116031952606280242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/10/twenty-years-young.html' title='Twenty Years Young'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115789380874995184</id><published>2006-09-10T18:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:40:08.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have you been manipulated today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I watch the news on TV, read it in the papers and see everything else around me, I'm starting to feel so damn manipulated. Let me clarify, I am not talking about anyone I know, I'm referring to the religious political parties and media that supports them.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the 7/11 blasts, the media and the political parties have addressed every damn issue other than the actual investigation itself, and when they do eventually focus on the investigation, they target Muslims unnecessarily and then we have hooligans from so called political parties who are nothing but religious fanatics. Lets take a look back at the major news headlines after the blasts.....&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, the anti-muslim SMS campaign: The day after the blasts, a message was circulated amongst the masses, "All muslims are not terrorists.......but all terrorists are Muslims". I seriously dont how we can allow such a thing in a democratic country. This is communalism at its peak. What people dont see is that the victims of the blast weren't just Hindus, they were from all religions. But for some reason the common muslim folk are being targetted. What we need to remember is that the terrorists have NO RELIGION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a month after the blasts we had the Bajrang Dal or the VHP handing out fliers to people saying that "All terrorist supporting Muslims should leave India", I say all the people who try to destroy the peace and harmony of our country regardless of them being terrorists or 'political parties' should be thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we had a flood of miracles. The Statue of the Virgin Mary wept, the sea water next to the dargah turned sweet, the Gods started to guzzle down Milk and appear on building walls and various other locations. God alone knows what was up with that (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had minority specific headlines such as, "Sikh Boy's Hair Forcibly Cut" or the dignity for the dead controversy regarding the Parsis and not to mention the Muslims were yet again targetted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the Shirdi management decided to make a Rs. 22 crore throne solid gold throne for the Sai baba idol and in reaction to that Shiv Sena chief Bal Thackeray vanquished his silver throne (how selfless indeed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more recent headlines, the Malegaon blasts where specifically Muslims were targetted (so much for all terrorists are muslims). As if to add salt to the open wound, the Shiv Sena mouth piece 'Saamna' proudly proclaimed 'The Muslims have reaped what they had sown'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, the Loretto Convent controversy where there was supposedly religious discrimination which the BJP and its co-hooligans promptly addressed. It was regarding a prayer session where a few children fell to the ground after feeling weak and giddy and the BJP claims that it was an evangelising assembly. The result was that the school premises and the chapel were vandalised and so far no action has been taken against anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One need not be a rocket scientist to realise that we are being manipulated to think from a narrow point of view here and everyone seems to be setting up a communal riot.&lt;br /&gt;Id like to take this opportunity to call each one of my friends and fellow citizens to maintain harmony and unity irrespective of religious differences. That truly is the need of the hour.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;||PazzTheWiseDonkay||&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/20023185-115789380874995184?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115789380874995184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115789380874995184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115789380874995184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115789380874995184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-been-manipulated-today.html' title='Have you been manipulated today?'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115678885176036894</id><published>2006-08-28T23:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:44:11.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bintu Breaks His Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes people, believe it or not Binoy has finally written a post.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently he too is so bored now-a-days that he had to do this to prevent an outburst ( I guess even he was tempted to bang his head on the table like Joe). Plus the poor thing has other issues to deal with, such as being called 20 different names (Take that for MPD Woscar), or being termed as 'Cute Little Bintu' or having tonnes of sisters but no girl (sniff sniff. As ure praaji I promise to fix that sooner than later but Dont look my girl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So This is the part where I shut up and Bintu takes over.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well this is my very first post and what prompted me into doing this, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I just wanted to get it out of my system and paazi inspired me to do so in this way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Newyz here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S.-this is my very first post and i may suck at this, so pardon me my offences praaji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    Hmm...So everybody seems to be pissed these days. I really wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;our  fun group doesnt seem to fun anymore. As of now all that we do is rush to college-attend lectures-munch on our tiffins in da canteen-rush back fer lectures-and at the end of the day catch the earliest train bck home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WOW!! so much fun indeed! Well to a bunch of geeks it sure is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Back in junior college we used to have a helluva time, but after joinin senior college ,and droppin da junior college tag, we seem to have dropped da FUN tag too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In other words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone are the days when we used to waste pointless time in da canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone are the days when we used to hangout at CCD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone are the days when we used to play confession,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone are the days when we used to actually go for good movies together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone are the days when we used to hangout at the beach or at crossroads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone are the days when we used to share our personal experiences together and actually helped out each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Simply gone are those days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I used to keep thinking tht once in senior coll we all could have one helluva time since we'd have the whole afternoon to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But that somehow doesnt seem to be happening. WHY!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Was this wat all of us were looking forward to in senior college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Is this how things are going to be from now on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Is this the same group I used to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Can i possibly come up with another question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I really hope we all get bck to our old selves. I miss the old us...the "us" tht we used to be a yr bck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hopin sumthin happens soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Peacing out now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S|_@Y@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-115678885176036894?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115678885176036894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115678885176036894' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115678885176036894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115678885176036894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/08/bintu-breaks-his-silence_28.html' title='Bintu Breaks His Silence'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115669131545420173</id><published>2006-08-27T20:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:30:25.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Red Alert: Address these issues ASAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;So well Im bored. Ive been bored for most of the week, except for the parts where I was with Vel and the parts when I had people to talk to etc etc. But.....for a major part of the week , I was almost tempted to quote Haley Joel Osment and say, "I see dead people!". Most of the time, everyone around me was asleep. Now if my self esteem was low I'd assume that it I was so boring that people around me had no option but to conk off, but as you know Im a self embellishing wise ass! So Im gonna go ahead and throw a tantrum about you guys (You know who you are, if you dont read on, Ill mention you!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay here's my bunch of complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Agenda no. 1 -----&gt; You guys are too boring in the trains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yes the heading says it all but I have to elaborate on it. First of all you guys go too early. Okay maybe some of you have a 7.30 lecture, but every damn day?? Aite, lets excuse that for a sec mebbe you guys do have early lectures everyday of the week. But even if I join you guys for it, its almost like travelling alone, with the added effort of trying to wake people up to strike up a conversation of some sort. Not to mention, I have to either sacrifice either one or both shoulders to sleepy heads and for the rest of the journey, make sure that the heads dont fall down or backwards and hit the wall behind! Plus the odd, "Dude hold my specs" "Hold my bag", "Sit on the fourth seat" excreta excreta. Now I dont mind all that, but if you guys are gonna be as much fun as kindergarten toddlers at nap time, I WILL BE BORED!!! Well chalo, I can excuse that in the morning, I dont like waking up early myself...what about the afternoons, we all get together, wait for everyone to leave, so that we can all have a fun time, but after Dadar or something passes and the hair-plucking and tickling subsides, everyone goes into hibernation mode. Someone will whip out their fones and start playing a game on their fone, or someone else will take that fone and break their high score, or mebbe someone will take out an I-pod (ahem), or someone takes my discman and dozes off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If awake, people are either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A) Depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;B) Pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;C) Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;D) Engaged in a hush hush conversation with the person beside them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;E) None of the above but still not any fun to be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;F) Youre the only one awake! (In other words...ME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Now Im not saying, I never fall asleep in the train, but lets be honest folks, last years train rides were a lot more fun than this years.... so somebody better fix that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Agenda no. 2 ---&gt; No fun in the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Believe it or not, the only time we now spend in the canteen is to eat each others dabbas, no more idling around (no siree). You either have to be in class, or in the library, or in some department, or the chapel, or in the students council meeting! (that wud be me and vandana).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But even if we do have some free time, guess what people do........SLEEP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;In the effin canteen!! HOW RUDE!!(like henrika wud say).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Or it gets so boring that they put their music players, or fones on and cut themselves off from the world outside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So in other words, our canteen time has turned into a train ride, without a train :| :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Agenda no. 3 ---&gt; Lets do something other than going home after the lectures!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Okay now so far (that is two whole months of attending), we have gone for not 3, not 2, not even 1 measly movie together. Pirates of the Carribean II came and went, and took Jack sparrow with it and we never managed to go for it! When we eventually did try to go for it, it was out of the theatres. Plus everyone wanted to go for a movie on believe it or not....a monday or a tuesday :|, Look up the words "weekend" and "saturday" people!! So as it stands now, i think about 3-4 us went for one movie in two months and that movie was........KANK!! Wow I cud almost wish for Harry potter Part V (then again maybe not!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And what the hell is up people leaving college right after the lectures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Redramatization of an average college day conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"today im gonna finish at 1 o' clock so im going home at 1.30, if ure leaving at quarter to two, you will make me terribly late so I cant wait for you, even though the difference between you and me reaching home wud be abt 5 minutes!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Agenda no. 4 ----&gt; Our blogs have gone extinct....(but theres still hope for dinosaurs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Okay, last time I checked, Christine was the only one who blogged. Her blog is called Contagious Joy, and well its depressing. So well yeah its contagious, still hoping and praying about the joy part to kick in somewhere. Oscar's website, has well nothing on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And even when I take the time out to blog, you guys sound like bloody politicians, in other words the response to each post is....NO COMMENTS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Agenda No. 5 ----&gt; No more pranks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A recent study has shown that ever since sam left college, the number of pranks that we play on each other as well as other people has reduced to an all time low! The only thing that comes close to a 'prank' right now is "Kkahani storry kkii". So thats another thing we need to look into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Plus we have no many good sad jokes anymore. The sad part seems to be dominant these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In short if you guys dont wanna read another long winding post like this, SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-115669131545420173?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115669131545420173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115669131545420173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115669131545420173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115669131545420173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/08/red-alert-address-these-issues-asap.html' title='Red Alert: Address these issues ASAP!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115600389251196175</id><published>2006-08-19T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:47:25.083+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>So Here I Am Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me begin by apologizing for not having blogged for all this while. The stat on blogger said I hadn't logged into make a post since July or something, I'm really sorry for that, I miss writing here and its not that hard to put up a post atleast once a week. Even Christine manages that with her back-breaking schedule...So I promise to atleast try to blog here more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Another thing I'd like to say is that, I still prefer blogger over wordpress, so if Im gonna blog its gonna be here, Oscar can do the transfer part....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well where do I begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;College started like a month ago with full flow and its a whole lot of fun. Unfortunately it takes up most of my time and after a day of waking up early, attending all the lectures, goin to ceto's etc, I do allow myself to be lazy and do pretty much nothing. I'm really sorry for that, I've totally cut myself off activities I enjoy the most, like going out with Velina, hanging out with the guys in IC, and of course...writing. Trust me I miss all of that, just that no one seems to have the time for it anymore and Im partly to blame too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Though it is my third year in Wilson's, its a totally new world this year. No longer can I come to college and sit in the canteen or in and around the college without doing anything. Now there are people Im answerable to, classes that I HAVE TO attend (not like I didnt have to earlier, but attendance is too damn strict this year so cant afford to miss even the most monotonous lectures).  Trust me, Im having fun in college. I love my subjects (except for FC which is Kkkhraap). Philo class brings out the thinkers in me and Oscar and Nalwalla Ma'am has taken note of that. Psychology as always never ceases to amuse (though the professor may bore a lot). We had our first lecture by Prof. Randeria and all I can say is that I have immense respect for the man. His energy levels can put some of our younger Professors to shame, his teaching is par excellence and the best thing about him is that he is very very organised and never in a foul mood. I really dont know how he manages to do that, but I have never seen him shouting at students in college. Perhaps our office staff should take a cue from him. Cant wait for more lectures by him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In other news, I was selected for the student council as the Class representative of FYBA and now I feel like I can speak up and be heard and bring about a change for the better with the help of all my friends. Vandana is the new G.Sec of the Student's Council and I am really psyched for her.  I think that with the right kind of support from the staff and the students we can bring about a much needed change in college. The rebel in me is starting to take the role of a reformer and I hope that through my efforts I can give back to college a small part of what it has given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Theres so many great things I've gained this year. I met new friends, I got closer to my old buddies, Im actually enjoying attending most of the lectures and not having to worry about being on the black-list and facing a pissed off teacher is so much of a relief. So far we havent had a tiff with any of our Professors (except for that incident with Mrs.Vadke, but then again she started that not me) and though going by the book may be boring at times, not having to worry about controversy gives you a whole lot of freedom as well. Im glad that so far this year the college has not been oppressive as far as rules go, I truly believe that this is the way to go because quite frankly, you cant try to discipline college students like school kids, you must treat them as grown ups (irrespective of whether they are matured or not). Thats the only way they will eventually mature, I mean how long are they gonna keep a watch on us, somewhere down the line we will have our freedom which we will be accountable for, might as well start in college which is a training ground for the real world. My spiritual growth is something that has helped me calm to a great extent. Im really glad that I made that trip to Vaishno Devi, I certainly came back a different person. I know that all of us still dont agree as far as faith goes, but the heartening fact is that all of us have strong faith in God. What our interpretation of God is maybe different, but any path that leads to God is good, and Im sure no one can deny that all of us have matured for the better at least a little bit. Thank God for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Im really thankful to God for each and every little thing: I am thankful that I have you guys as friends, though we may have our tiffs we do make it a point to apologize and I really appreciate that, I thank God for Velina, she is a friend, a partner, a confidant and so much more... and though we may seem like 'distant cousins' (ahem), its just coz I dont discuss my relationship with her that openly. But, I really do love her and so does she and we're really happy together. Only if we could meet a bit more often. Im really happy that the situation at home is cool, last year was one of the toughest testing times we saw as a family and Im glad we rose and overcame that. Its great to see my bro (who at one point lived by his own standards) as a responsible,settled guy. His fiancee is really good person and I cant wait till she becomes a part of our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I know that college life and the PUKAR project are leaving very little time for other things, but give us sometime and you'll see the fruits of our efforts. Im sure that all that attending will benefit us one way or the other. So even though theres so many things that I cant do now theres tonnes of things that Im thankful for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank God and Thank each and everyone mentioned in this post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You make it all worth it at the end of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-115600389251196175?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115600389251196175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115600389251196175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115600389251196175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115600389251196175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-here-i-am-again.html' title='So Here I Am Again...'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115263528718672501</id><published>2006-07-11T21:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:58:07.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Mumbai</title><content type='html'>Im still in disbelief and the gravity of the situation hasnt sunk in as of yet. I mean I took two trains today, I was in one at 4.00 pm. My juniors cud have been in there. Binoys dad was one compartment away from disaster but he's safe. Im lookin at the pictures on TV and I have this emptiness inside right now. I pray for all those affected, coz right now, thats about all I can manage to do. Thank God we were all safe at the time terror struck our city.May eternal justice prevail and the guilty rot in hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-115263528718672501?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115263528718672501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115263528718672501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115263528718672501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115263528718672501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-bless-mumbai.html' title='God Bless Mumbai'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115186293739456629</id><published>2006-07-02T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:25:37.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stand Above The Crowd</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to &lt;a href="http://www.threedaysgrace.com"&gt;Three Days Grace&lt;/a&gt;  a lot these days. Their new album One-X is really well done and I can relate to most of the lyrics on it. I was really mad at what took place in college on Friday, and was worried about the effect it would have on the college's reputation. And that's when I heard the title track of the album 'One-X'. Adam Gontier sang his heart out on that one, and the chorus in particular pumped me up.  Adam sang.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'We are the ones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We get knocked down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We get back up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And stand above the crowd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are one!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! The last few days have been a test of character for every single soul at Wilson College. Not one but two professors were arrested but thankfully both were bailed out that very night. The incident may have caught us off guard, it may have shaken us, but we fended it off gracefully. We can take many positives out of this incident.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we showed to the world that no one messes with Wilson College and gets away with it. We showed them all that we are willing to stick our necks out for the college. And most importantly we showed them that WE ARE ALIVE AND KICKING!&lt;br /&gt;Not even the NSUI will dare to mess with the college again. Wheres Sadaf Aboli now? And whatever happened to his 'mission of awakening the common man'? He woke the common up all right. Now everyone knows what kind of people are at the helm of the NSUI(like we didn't already). Another great thing that happened as an after effect of Friday was that our Principal Dr.Sirwaiya showed everyone that he isnt a push-over. His decision to shut the college down until justice was achieved showed us all that he is someone to be taken seriously. In my opinion this is the highlight of his stint as the Principal of Wilson College.&lt;br /&gt;Wilson College is changing at a good speed. And its changing for the better. And as we all know change is always opposed. I feel honored to be a Wilsonian at this point of time. We are a part of a revolution here, a revolution that will take Wilson's right to the top. And I'm gonna do everything in my power to make sure that we do.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the outcome of this incident, I'm sure we'll come out stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to the world: We  don't get lost in the background, WE STAND ABOVE THE CROWD, WE ARE ONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-115186293739456629?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115186293739456629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115186293739456629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115186293739456629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115186293739456629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/07/stand-above-crowd.html' title='Stand Above The Crowd'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115179280079067443</id><published>2006-07-02T03:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:25:12.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WILSON COLLEGE UPDATES</title><content type='html'>As you read this post, another student has complained against Prof. Athawale for molestation. The student is unnamed as of now and she is from SYJC. This is gonna be Mumbai Mirrors front page story for tomorrow. In other news, Shriya claims that she is still Wilsonian. Whoopie!!! Now Dr.Sirwaiya can expel her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think that the NSUI and ol'whatshisname should  be dealt with once and for all. Well at least ol'whatshisname. Come Monday somethings gotta give. I have a gut-feeling something will happen, and Im not gonna miss it for the world!&lt;br /&gt;Power to Wilson's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-115179280079067443?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115179280079067443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115179280079067443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115179280079067443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115179280079067443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/07/wilson-college-updates.html' title='WILSON COLLEGE UPDATES'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115178307160492661</id><published>2006-07-02T01:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:02:57.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lets Start A Riot...Riot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mr.Athavale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;most excellent persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of our college as a professor of zoology . The charge of molested against him is preposterousness Shriya behaved in college is definitely a no-brainer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ask any wilsonian who has been around for more than 2 years in the college and they will definitely reply the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hats off to all the students who acted in time and came out in support for our respected prof. The NSUI goons entered college without permission and dragged him out. He wasn't even arrested by the police. These guys should and were charged with unlawful entry and assembly. But where were the police when the college needed them? Why didn't they answer their phone calls? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The NSUI SHLD BE CHARGED WITH LIBEL AND DEFAMATION OF OUR COLLEGE!!!- Oscar Varghese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly no one seems to notice the fact that this all started with Mr.Athavale talking to her about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;objectionable clips found on her mobile phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It is crystal clear that this was an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;instant cover up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; done 10 months ago so that she wouldn't get reprimanded at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Secondly it doesnt take long to see that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole fiasco was staged&lt;/span&gt;.Its concluded by the following evidences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She confessed to the media that she had tipped various medias about the incident. Now who would want to do that unless they had specific goals in their minds,say sabotage and definition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her answer to the question "why we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;re you quiet for so long " is " I WAS SCARED AS I AM TOO YOUNG FOR ALL OF THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Then what is it with the idea of invlolving politics into it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When asked what she expected out of the whole drama she replied" OH I DON'T KNOW THAT IS UAPITA THE POLICE ALL WE wanted WAS TO LET THE PROFESSOR IMPROVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The college has continuously reminded everyone that the matter was resolved in 2005 and the parents were convinced that no unwanted acts were committed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;she was indeed sexually harassed for 10 months pray tell us how she managed to stay sane with all the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as Wilsonians&lt;/span&gt; we intimately know the professor and he is no doubt a strict disciplinarian but also one of the most humblest in the society. I know this because my friends and I were reprimanded for lack of attendance too but he was humble and the most disciplined in all the matters related to it. It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;preposterous to say&lt;/span&gt; that Mr.Athavale would even consider molesting a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Looking at all the support he has got from the students and the authorities it is evident that he is a respected figure in the eyes of the principal and the students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We WILSONIANS SUPPORT OUR RESPECTED PRINCIPALS DECISION IN CLOSING THE COLLEGE UNTIL THE GOVT GETS US JUSTICE&gt; WE ARE TOTALLY WILLING TO SACRIFICE OUR TIME AND ENERGY TO THIS MATTER IN THE MOST PEACEFUL WAY NEEDED.&lt;br /&gt;-Paras Sharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The truth shall set you free.Truth being relative concept here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-115178307160492661?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115178307160492661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115178307160492661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115178307160492661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115178307160492661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/07/lets-start-riotriot.html' title='Lets Start A Riot...Riot...'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-115126386897567481</id><published>2006-06-25T23:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:13:22.276+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>Enter Tommorow, Exit Today, It's Time For The Past To Go Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me start of by saying sorry for not posting anything for about two weeks now. We let our faithful audience down(Breaks down into Phake Tears) &lt;breaks&gt; The Gangue Team Crew has been very busy with &lt;/breaks&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/indizooindia"&gt;Indizoo India.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; but you're trusty ol' donkay is back to entertain you with a new post. Yesterday was our "Re-orientation" into college. The programme began with the words, "Welcome to This Orientation (Dis-Orientation rather)." There were times we cudnt stop laughing at how shoddily it was done. (FYI THERE ARE TIGERS IN WILSON COLLEGE!! For more contact Nature Club). Our new college year will start on a Wednesday (IN URE FACE MONDAY). And as one year gives way to another Id like to take this oppurtunity to look back at times gone by (This wud be like Metamorphosis of Malyalee Manav (but on a wider scale since it will focus on all ure pals in college. Not necessarily as funny as Meta though.Mebbe more mebbe less.) So join me as I time travel into the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Two college years have come and gone and it still feels like yesterday that we walked into college for orientation (Not yesterdays Orientation, FYJC Wise Guy!). And boy have we seen a lot go down in the last two years. Ill try to mention everything I remember from the past two years. Starting Now(ie. July 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The First time I met Oscar was at the college accounts department, we were paying our fees for the first year and immediately recognised each other as Assisians(theres just something about us that gives it away). On orientation day we met Nelson(Shit Head) who was a classmate of mine from school and fellow mallu for oscar. Another guy who joined in was Avinash(Fat Ass) and of course Goregaon Uncle(Anish). This was basically our group before the 'girls' stepped in. At one point there were ten guys and no girls in our 'group' and apart from myself all the 'guys' were single so it was a pretty desperate situation there. Then fat ass fell for the Goat formerly known as Andrea. And Andrea fell for Nelson. Andrea hung out in college with only 1 girl at that time Arlette(The Cat) and Nelson fell for Arlette. The fall-out of all of this was pretty disastrous. Around the same time I was cold shouldered by everyone for about 2 months. But during this time, Arlette the cat fell for Joshua leaving Nelson heart-broken. Andrea jumped at this leaving Avinash heart broken (he actually drew broken hearts all over his notebook that said Avinash loves no-one). But then nelson turned andrea down, which left andrea heart broken. ENTER MALYALEE MANAV!!! He patched things between them and voila Nat Geo aka Nelson and Andrea were a couple. He was also instrumental in bringing Animal Planet aka. Arlette and Joshua together.  End Result, Avinash thrown out and everyone realises that he was the bad guy and not me so they warm up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In the meantime, I became friends with Kash, Blondie(Prapti), Vio and Velina. On friendship day all of us went to CCD (newly opened back then) and there we met Becky and Luanne (Oscar had a crush on her.....hands), they too joined us and there we were ONE HUGE GROUP. But as you know these things never last, over the next few months Nelson and Andrea were bumped off and they joined Avinash's clique (he made it to counter us). Arlette and I had a fight and never got along(Neither did the others except oscar). And all that was left was ozz,vio,vel,blondie,becky,luanne,kash and me (goregaon uncle joined in when he was in college). Sometime in the first year (read the first day of college) velina started to like me but I was not single. I was in a relationship with whats-her-name and vel made it her mission to make sure that me and whats-her-name broke up. Around the same time a girl from avinash's counter-clique called Upasana fell(and HOW!!) for me, and after the christmas holiday's velina and upasana joined forces to make sure that I got dumped. (Actually vel helped upasana 'get with' me). Upasana turned out to be well *ahem* CRAZY!! No I mean she was CRAZY, not like funny crazy, but 'Ill make a lamp shade with ure hide' Crazy!! But fortunately she left college the same year(or killed herself I hope). And that was that for year no. 1 in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Enter Year No.2......Luanne and Kash flunked FYJC so cross them out, and the rest of the guys threw me and Oscar out of the group so Osci and I started the year as freelancers (the exact day we parted ways with the group was the drunken disaster aka. Velina's Birthday). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;One of the days early on in SYJC we met Christine, she was pestering Sam to buy her a Choco-Fudge Cornetto and Sam wudnt budge(Bless Him). We also met up with Eben. We had met him earlier, but that time we had our 'group' and so did eben. But both 'groups' were non-existent, so we started hanging out with eben (who was hanging out with Christine). Also there was Joel (we met him back in FYJC on his Birthday, he didnt know us then, but he paid for our tickets so what the heck). And thats how we entered our current "Gangue".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(That brings me to the end of the John Grisham Like Introduction).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Our current Cast is Estaben Sanchez (Eben), Julio Macho (Joel), Fabio (Binoy), Carlos Sanchez (Oscar) and Francisco Atractivo (Yours Truly the Donkay).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Our Suppoting Cast is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Chaddi (Christine Jhoni), Sam, Marc(He sang to me) Anthony, Chadda(Justin), Adley Lopes (A.Lo) and Amiel Lopes (WWAD),Vandie Man (Vandana), Karkada (Esther), Party Party (Daphne) (Dunno if thats how the name is spelt).&lt;dunno&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Memorable times from Last Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dunno&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Infinite times when we joked around in the canteen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packawing Priyal about Bank of Baroda.(One of Sam's finest performances).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free Lipton Ice Tea distribution in canteen. (We gave them horrible reviews. Mine was "Tastes like Moose Piss".)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The inaugration of the Psychology Association: Yet another memorable performance by Sam. But Marc stole the show. No he literally stole the show, he stepped in before he was supposed to and stole everyone else's lines. This left Eben and Sam no choice but to ad-lib. The most memorable quote from that play was this.......Sam: Hey are you coming with us to watch....umm......Titanic (The whole audience burst out at that).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working for Live Wire: This was one of the most enjoyable experiences we had in the last year. This was also the time the term "Gangue Team Crew" was coined. There were jokes all over the place such as Samson feeling all happy about the responsibility he had,"V Will Rock You" and many others, but the one that caught on like the flu was Amiel's "Lets Finish Practice soon, I have pracs tomorrow).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christine's B'day: On this day we teased Christine like nobody's business. We did a record breaking 1 hr of back to back "Sodnaar Nahi" Jokes. Christine's b'day card was a story in itself. Sam delivered yet another great performance at Mamma Mias, with his 'Mein Bahut Pareshan Thaa......twisty straw act). But the moment that took everyone's breat away was even Christine was tugging at something/someone and her Brand new watch fell off. To this day we all remember the whole canteen shouting 'Ohhhhhhhhhhhh' in unision.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The train rides we've had all thru the year have been another highlight: I remember one sad joke session we had on the way back home on a rainy day.(That was when I unleashed my Baburao series of sad ones. As a result I became one of the heirs to Sam's Sad Joke King Title. Other heirs are Eben, Joel and Sadley umm I mean Adley). Another one which no one can forget was "Samarth and the abbreviated Taxes" (we actually made him believe that he was liable to pay a tax called PMS!!). Also on the list of great episodes was Christine Doing a make-over on Sam (Apparently, Sam's T-section&lt;on&gt; is too oily, but all thanks to christine that was taken care of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/on&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy Times at Oscar's Place: A lot of stuff has happened at Oscar's place last year. Significant events are as follows:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oscar realizing that he had 'a small thing' for Ishrat (Queenie. Boy Do We Miss You!!) .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Us realizing that Zinnia could not provide us with the blood of a virgin wench(Viking talk).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Us performing liposuction on oscar's *ahem* upper body with a plunger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joel scaling Oscars kitchen wall using  the same plunger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Us attacking  Zinnia with  sharp objects (Good times with weapons).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oscar sharing a bed and a blankie with Zinnia (Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zinnia kissing Oscar and Eben after proudly proclaiming, "Everyone here gets a kiss".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter Part 4 x 2: You must be wondering Why the x2? Well at first oscar went for this movie with Zinnia, (the same day when she said, "Last time I went for a movie with a guy we were making out"). The very next day Oscar begged me to join him, Ishrat and her friend for Harry Potter. He even paid for my ticket! Throughout the movie I realized the following:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter SUCKS!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sterling Theatre has a nice looking ceiling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oscar cannot flirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oscar doesnt know that he cant flirt. (There was a time when oscar was hitting on ishrat big time and she said, "So much for modesty eh!" Oscar DID NOT GET IT!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double dates at MammaMias: I got together with Velina on 22nd November last year, the same day Oscar and Ishrat hooked up. We double dated quite often at Mammamias. Boy those were good times!! Especially New years eve when I gifted oscar and ishrat flavored chapstick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thats about all I can recall right now. Im sure Ive missed out on a lot and Im sorry for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The last two years have been the best times of my life so far. Everyone's come a long way and whats cool is that we are back in Wilsons for 3 more years! So you can expect a lot more.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Come Wednesday we start yet another epic year in Wilsons. God alone knows what we have in store for us.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But fear not, I shall keep you posted on the ongoings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So Until next time this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;||PazzTheWiseDonkay||&lt;/span&gt; signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dont stop reading this blog (In other words Sodnaar Nahi!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yet another useless creation by the Gangue Team Crew&lt;/span&gt;&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/20023185-115126386897567481?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/115126386897567481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=115126386897567481' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115126386897567481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/115126386897567481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/06/enter-tommorow-exit-today-its-time-for.html' title='Enter Tommorow, Exit Today, It&apos;s Time For The Past To Go Away.'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114994224818268377</id><published>2006-06-10T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:18:42.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Carlos - I BREAK FOR NO REASON</title><content type='html'>Things that happend on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broke traffic laws and got caught (woohoo) (got booked for distrupting traffic in the peak hours).Some low down constable took my papers away.So i called up the CEO of maharashtra. Aw he got me out of it no time. :| And yes I'm bragging about it too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guys kept on irritating me about where I park my car  and kept on pestering me to check my air-bags and my breaks. They finally shut up when I DID TEST MY BRAKES.(esp the handbrakes) and Esteban Sanchez(Eben Varghese) got a small cut on his neck cuz of the seatbelt and the sudden brake tests.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hit a cycle dude walking in the middle of the road who scratched my car.And we stopped only to hear him give me a lecture on how to drive my car on the OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD so that he can walk in peace. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Things that is happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just got back from meeting Ishrat. We broke off. Yea I know your sorry.. bummer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our new mexican names are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Estaben Sanchez=Eben Varghese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carlos Sanchez=Oscar Varghese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ishrat Rawoot=Isidora Atractivo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julio Macho= Joel Coelho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Francisco Atractivo= Paras Sharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celestina Apasionado=Christine Johny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Binoy Sam jacob =Fabio Suave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Long Term Stuff-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guys teasing me on where I park my car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114994224818268377?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114994224818268377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114994224818268377' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114994224818268377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114994224818268377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/06/carlos-i-break-for-no-reason.html' title='Carlos - I BREAK FOR NO REASON'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114969390962432204</id><published>2006-06-07T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:55:09.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Just wanna thank you for all that you have done for me during the last few days. You know who you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114969390962432204?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114969390962432204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114969390962432204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114969390962432204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114969390962432204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114962519772990350</id><published>2006-06-07T01:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:53:39.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My LAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Toronto_Sculpture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Toronto_Sculpture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how long I'm Gonna LAST.&lt;br /&gt;I tried crying under my pillow last night&lt;br /&gt;I wish for tears and they dont reply&lt;br /&gt;Wish for friends but all i get is missed calls by&lt;br /&gt;Closest ones i knew all along&lt;br /&gt;And i need something strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to get me thru it&lt;br /&gt;Tired of all these dumwits take me for granted&lt;br /&gt;Taking me for a cunt who cant reply&lt;br /&gt;All I asked was to stop thinkin ; all&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the end...I dont think i can do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i aint no superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to get out of your shell&lt;br /&gt;&amp;feel for the shit on others  and tell&lt;br /&gt;man i'm here for  you... !&lt;br /&gt;but never ever snort- I dont really care  to   stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck off man cuz your sad now&lt;br /&gt;come back when your gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how long I'm Gonna LAST.&lt;br /&gt;I tried crying under my pillow last night&lt;br /&gt;I wish for tears and they dont reply&lt;br /&gt;Wish for friends but all i get is missed calls by&lt;br /&gt;Closest ones i knew all along&lt;br /&gt;Locked in battle for ingenuity that sucks overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's Obvious Aint It?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114962519772990350?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114962519772990350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114962519772990350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114962519772990350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114962519772990350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-last.html' title='My LAST'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114945470764028721</id><published>2006-06-05T02:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:28:27.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>View the blog with IE or Opera</title><content type='html'>The blog template works only with Internet Explorer or Opera.-&lt;br /&gt;Oscar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114945470764028721?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114945470764028721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114945470764028721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114945470764028721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114945470764028721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/06/view-blog-with-ie-or-opera.html' title='View the blog with IE or Opera'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114914786376382330</id><published>2006-06-01T13:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:59:19.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Got Some Issues With Bandwiths....</title><content type='html'>The Blog is down... i got some issues with bandwith. Sorry guys...and eben...sorry man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114914786376382330?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114914786376382330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114914786376382330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114914786376382330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114914786376382330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/06/got-some-issues-with-bandwiths.html' title='Got Some Issues With Bandwiths....'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114892412786945425</id><published>2006-05-29T22:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:31:45.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Caroline And Ishrat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Caroline1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Caroline1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Caroline4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Caroline4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Caroline3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Caroline3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my new friend Caroline.Ishrat and caroline have been friends from school. We met her at Inorbit Malad.&lt;br /&gt;This is one cool girl I would love hanging around with.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to host my own site. So i need some ideas on what i should call it.&lt;br /&gt;Hows mutilatedzombie.com?&lt;br /&gt;No paz it cant be wisedonkay.com&lt;br /&gt;Comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114892412786945425?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114892412786945425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114892412786945425' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114892412786945425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114892412786945425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/05/caroline-and-ishrat_29.html' title='Caroline And Ishrat'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114884291770213446</id><published>2006-05-29T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:08:09.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This Post Is For Pointless Waste of Time Over Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/clouds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/clouds1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey how do u guys like the new look?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to  use a moving .gif file for the header..... sounds cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude this time I need to take a GOOD panaroma picture.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;The Crazy One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114884291770213446?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114884291770213446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114884291770213446' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114884291770213446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114884291770213446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-post-is-for-pointless-waste-of.html' title='This Post Is For Pointless Waste of Time Over Comments'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114866636334260345</id><published>2006-05-26T23:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-27T17:34:06.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My comment on the abortion topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I commented on ashish's blog about that abortion post, Im posting it here so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1) If the moderator of that blog chooses not to publish it,  you can still see what I  had to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2) I dint wanna look like I was doing dirty laundry in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Here goes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Let me introduce myself before I begin, Im Pazz from http://sirzombie.blogspot.com, Im a friend of eben's. Well I heard Eben and Oscar talking about this post yesterday and I wanted to have a discussion on it from neutral (or secular if you may) point of view. But the guys dismissed me saying it was a christian blog and a christian debate. But now I see Navi here and I must say I agree with a lot of what he has to say. Especially the part about non-christians not being your target audience here, but now since theres people like Navi and myself here visiting,readingand interacting with the blog what do we do? Neither side will step back if they were to argue so in order to maintain peace and decorum what do we do? We call it a truce,saying you have your views I have mine lets just respect that and not argue, well Ive been there and done that truckloads on my blog and frankly the issue ends up nowhere (except for the archives). I dont intend to barge into your blog with my views and opinions, I respect the christian faith with all my heart, but honestly sometimes I feel that in the quest of being biblically correct my christian friends trample upon my beliefs. We've had lots of arguements on issues like music, where my christian friends said that secular music was promoting a message that was against their faith so they stopped listening to it and instead listen to christian music, but when I asked about what was wrong with secular music that doesnt even have anything to do with christianity I was told it was okay for me to listen to it because I'm not christian. Now I respect the fact that they didnt try to impose their faiths on me but then in a way they were also saying, "You can do what you want to do, but we think its wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have been told that Christ is the only way to salvation and every other religion (including mine) will lead me to eternal disappointment. I dont intend to do dirty laundry in public here (I will post this comment on my blog too). This discussion says that in the secular world we can have our faiths and believe what we want to, and if someone believes something else we should respect that. So in other words if any of the material here offends me I have to respect it because it is the bloggers faith(and I do respect that). But then again the faiths of others need to be kept in mind as well, merely saying this is a christian blog which isnt meant for non christian doesnt cut it with me. Isnt that differentiating between christians and non-christians? Also if you dont cater to non believers arent you shutting yourself from potential believers. Isnt christianity for everyone? My christian friends always tell me that is their duty to spread the word of christ to everyone, but by saying that non christians arent your target audience arent you negating that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If abortion was a christian issue, I would not have commented on this in the first place, but the fact is that abortion happens everywhere, be it among christians and non christians. While you might say that its okay if a non-christian aborts a fetus, you also say that the woman is murderer according to christianity. And I dont mind being aggressive about ones faith, I am passionate about things like that too, but like navi said, blocking the path to abortion centres is denying someone the choice to do what they want. Dont tell me, you are going to block only christians and let non-christians go ahead. I know this comment can be shot down easily, but Im not trying to argue here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now some of you may have friends who went ahead with abortions (possibly christians) and you are still friends with them, but then again you still agree with them and look at them as wrong-doers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In other words, if you intend to deal with a gigantic issue such as abortion, you need more than just a christian point of view to deal with it. Whats biblically correct may be sufficient for you but  to deal with the whole issue (not just the christian part of it) you need to look beyond your boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;That is only if you want to deal with the non christian part of the issue. If not you should specify that you do not wish to deal with the non-christian part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Once again I would like to apologize for commenting here as this blog isnt aimed at my kind, but come to think of it, the world dont move to the beat of just one drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pazz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;There you have it quote unquote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114866636334260345?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114866636334260345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114866636334260345' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114866636334260345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114866636334260345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-comment-on-abortion-topic.html' title='My comment on the abortion topic'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114833682379092552</id><published>2006-05-23T03:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:57:03.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best Captions Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Now you dont have to be a rocket scientist for this, just give the weirdest captions you can to these five random images. All right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here we go..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/frizz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/frizz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/weird-news-contact-us-715787.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/weird-news-contact-us-715787.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Number 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/bush-dumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/bush-dumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Number 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/ronaldmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/ronaldmc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And my Favorite...Number 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/fat_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/fat_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/20023185-114833682379092552?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114833682379092552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114833682379092552' title='75 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114833682379092552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114833682379092552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-captions-contest_23.html' title='Best Captions Contest'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114716543622597364</id><published>2006-05-09T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T08:57:39.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I believe I can fly.... I believe I can touch the sky.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t believe in rebellion. It sucks ass.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t believe in casting votes. They are rigged anways.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t believe in you son. Cuz you never believed in yourself. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t believe in lying. I know it's hard to accept the truth, but the truth it is, and accept it, you must.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Believe in what you must. But I still don’t believe anyway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Sir.Zombie&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's OBVIOUS AINT IT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114716543622597364?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114716543622597364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114716543622597364' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114716543622597364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114716543622597364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-believe-i-can-fly-i-believe-i-can.html' title='I believe I can fly.... I believe I can touch the sky.......'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114712655167262632</id><published>2006-05-09T03:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-09T03:45:51.706+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>The Voice Inside My Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t quite know what it is that makes me write like this, but the feeling is beyond words. It takes me in like a trance, a different level of thinking altogether. All I know is that its something beyond my understand, something I cannot comprehend no matter how much I learn about heaven and hell and so on and so forth, its something I cannot describe no matter how well I word it. The same feeling is taking over me at this point, it’s happened twice before, once when I wrote ‘Introspection’ the other was when I was going on a pilgrimage to Goddess Vaishno Devi’s Shrine in Jammu in March. This isn’t about religion, it isn’t about the goddess herself, nor did it take place at her shrine, it was a good 3-4 kms away from it in the cramped backseat of a car in cold weather (a lot colder than I am used to). Yet there was a feeling of calm, a soothing feeling, almost as if I was at peace with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have grown a lot in the last year in terms of personality and spirituality.I have been very confused, restless and curious about things like God, life, after life, heaven, hell, karma, monotheism and the likes. The highest point in this phase would be the time when I did my ‘Introspection’ blog, my friends thought I was losing it, some thought I was finding my ‘savior’ and what not. The Gita, the Bible and various other religion related things gave me a part of what I needed to know but there was still a whole lot of unanswered questions in my head. And in that very cramped backseat I got the answers to the questions that I thought would never be answered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I felt that I didn’t even know who I was, why I was born and what my purpose was. There were times I’d look myself in the mirror and ask would I recognize myself in a crowd? The answers came in the same fashion as the questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The voice inside began, ‘You’ll know who you are soon enough, there’s a purpose for you, you are a vital piece of the massive jigsaw puzzle that is the universe, there’s a reason why you are made so, and there is a reason why you were born where you were, there is a pattern that you take forth, and for that pattern to move ahead you must be what you are. Life isn’t about a bunch of randomly selected genes thrown together to make a combination, it is a journey that you take with me. I am not your master, I am your friend, I am walking with you not watching over you, I bought you here to teach you something, everywhere you go, I go with you. There are things I will need to show you, and there are other things I need you to see for yourself, but rest assured that nothing happens without my consent.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason, some things offer a momentary gain others a loss, but in the end, it shapes you into the form I want to see you in. Do not however think that you are tied down by my plan, destiny is only a part what you will be, it is like a destination, and how you get there is for both of us to see. I am with you, I am besides you, and I am a part of you. I love you like no other has. Call me what you may, I recognize you, your disguises don’t conceal who you really are. Actions do not have significance here as you do nothing without my consent; sometimes I let you have your will sometimes I make you reconsider it, but its all to teach you something. There are some things that you will learn easily, others will seem irrelevant to you for ages, but you must go through them to know what they are. I have not sent you away from my abode, I have come along with you to take you places and show you things so that you may realize your truth. But for the truth to make sense to you, there are things you must see and learn for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone understands the same thing in the same way. That is why, the uniqueness exists. If you were just like the rest what would be the point of you being born? You have your own place, always did and always will. If I started to bundle people as good or bad, what am I God for? Everyone has a destination, a destination that they will reach eventually. There are things you need to learn from the world, and there are things the world needs to learn from you. If it was just me telling the same thing to each individual, that would be brainwashing and not learning. That is why you meet other people, so they can teach you and be taught themselves, which is why you communicate. You are not alone here and you never will be. The same goes for everyone else. I am where you want to find me. You may think I am here, while that isn’t a lie, it is also true that I am everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;How do you think I am talking to you right now? Do you truly think it is your unconscious mind? Even if it was your unconscious mind, what do you think triggered it? An electrical impulse? What do you think that electrical impulse was? A fluke or a well planned move? Am I the person who you hear about in temples, churches and mosques? Yes I am! If you go to any of those places you will find me. But if you go away from it to your routine life I still am with you, who do you think gave you this routine life? Everyday is a lesson, it isn’t a bunch of random happenings, some of it will make sense to you, the others won’t because not every lesson is meant for you. Not every thing is aimed at you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know there is something you are looking for, something that will complete you, and to be honest I cannot wait till you find that thing, for then you will truly understand each and every thing that happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;You need not know everything, but I will tell you all that you need to know and all that you ask me for. If anyone else asks me to do the same I will do that for them too. To each his own. I am your creator, I am the immortal being that lives inside of you, I am the voice that is speaking to you. Notice how I speak in your own voice, in your own lingo. I do that for everyone else too. That means that everyone else is different and I am the same! No matter where you call out to me from, no matter what language it is, I can still understand you and always hear you. And though I stop speaking to you right now, I will return.&lt;br /&gt;If you need me you know where to find me. I am at this shrine and every other place you go to. Just like everything else, there is a reason why I told you what I just did, and there is a reason why you will do things you do after I tell you this. You have a long way to go, a lot to see, a lot to show others, and there far too many things that we shall experience together. Is this the end of a chapter in your life? It may well be, but then again isn’t everyday the first day of the rest of your life? Like I said earlier, you are a part of a pattern, a pattern that stretches farther anything you can comprehend, so I tell you only as much as you can comprehend, but fear not I will never leave you unsatisfied, I will satiate your curiosities no matter what they are. Don’t worry about where you are headed, I know it and soon enough you will too!’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114712655167262632?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114712655167262632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114712655167262632' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114712655167262632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114712655167262632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/05/voice-inside-my-head.html' title='The Voice Inside My Head.'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114686306380987778</id><published>2006-05-06T02:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:52:43.962+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscarisms.com'/><title type='text'>Are You Mallu Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Welcum. We have compiled a small survey to determine the 'mallu'ness of a person. So keep a pen and pad ready. answer truthfully and keep a calculator ready! At the end determine your scores and your 'mallu'ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q1. Do you think fried bananas are yum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.Of course.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.Is it the same as Banana Chips?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.Sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.If I’m dying of hunger I can pass it off as a      chocolate bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q2. How many last names do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.More than 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.Dunno coz can’t pronounce it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q3. Describe your ideal man or woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.Tall Dark and Handsome/ &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Latina&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; 36-24-36&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.Boy/girl next door type&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.No ideal man or woman coz my parents will choose      him\her for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.A homely south Indian youth with a job in the gelff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q4. What’s your favorite channel on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.God TV&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.MTV&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.Discovery travel and living&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.Asianet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q5. Do you constantly differentiate yourself from other communities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.I don’t exactly know what I am, its so damn confusing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.Who gives a damn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.No coz people know I’m superior&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.Call me a madrasi and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ill&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; kill you where you stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q6. Would you date a guy/gal with a name which sounds like Liju/lintu/liju/achu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.Are these even names?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.of course not these are lower caste names&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.What’s in a name?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.Achacha and amachi will be sooo proud of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q7. Are you related to all the members in your community?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.What kind of question is this? I will tell my elder      cousin brother on my father’s uncle's side to hit you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.Some of them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.All Indians are my brothers and sisters&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.I try to stay as far as possible from my relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q8. A catastrophe is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.Dooms day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.Famine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.Sambhar without potatoes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.Death of Mohanlal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q9. How many relatives do you have in the Gelff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.None&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.What is this place you keep referring to!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.As an NRI in the UAE I find this question racist!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.I’ll have to call my Achacha and answer this question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q10. Do you think it is socially acceptable to wear a lungi in public?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.What do you think I am? A doodhwala?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.what the hell is a lungi?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.My dad wears one at home but that’s as far as it goes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.The problem with the world is that teenagers today      like to wear pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q11. What does 'Ninte ammente thala' mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A.Hey you’re just making up gibberish!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B.Badly written French&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C.some madrasi language&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D.Samarth samarth! Personal attack!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q12. It’s sat. evening you got nothing to do, you’re friends call you to hang out. You.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A. Ask them time and place!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B. You’re already out there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C. Would rather spend weekends relaxing at home&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D. Ask mom who denies and tells you to ask dad who tells      you to ask mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q13. An ideal vacation would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A. A trip to a tropical paradise/virgin islands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B. Hill Station&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C. Church Camp&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D. Back home at your uncles daughters, moms aunties      place in Kerala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q14. What’s your favorite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A. Meet the Parents&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B. Anything with Mohanlal/Rajkumar/Mamooty/Rajnikanth in      it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C. Anything good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D. Too many to name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;Q15. Do you know what a spatula is?&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A. Of course I do (it’s the big spoon isn’t it?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;B. that thing where you spit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C. Don’t know but still going for HM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D. Flattened Tarantula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:14;" &gt;Scoring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q1- A.10 B.5 C.7 D.2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q2- A.2 B.5 C.10 D.7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q3- A.2 B.5 C.7 D.10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q4- A.7 B.5 C.2 D.10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q5- A.5 B.2 C.7 D.10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q6- A.2 B.7 C.5 D.10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q7- A.10 B.7 C.5 D.2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q8- A.5 B.2 C.10 D.7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q9- A.5 B.2 C.7 D.10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q10- A.5 B.2 C.7 D.10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q11- A.2 B.5 C.7 D.10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q12- A.5 B.2 C.7 D.10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q13- A.5 B.2 C.10 D.7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q14- A.5 B.10 C.7 D.2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;Q.15- A.7 B.5 C.10 D.2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt;Results&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"&gt;Less than 60- You are to Mallus what George bush is      to rock music! Though it is good not be mallufied, try not to be racist      (especially if u live in a place where mallus are in a majority)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"&gt;61 to 90 - You have a good balance between your      normal side and Mallu side. However this puts you in the gray area and      therefore you are condemned to hell. So live your life to the fullest NOW.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"&gt;91 to 120- you’re not a hardcore Mallu yet, there’s      still hope for you, though you’re leaning on the white side there’s still      a bit of black on you so technically are gray too! Hence you are on the      damned side as well!! The choice is yours! Be a white Mallu (there’s no      such thing all mallus are black) or be happy and g(r)ay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"&gt;More that 120- Welcome to the MVM club i.e. The Mallu      Velya Makri Club. There’s no escaping it. You’re a Mallu through and      through and have most probably gotten a score of 150. The good news is you      aren’t in the gray but I guess that’s the silver lining to your gray, I      mean black cloud. You win a candle light date at Sheikh Al Wahab Fruit      Salad Menon's Cafe in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Yemen&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;      with Liju/Achu, where u will be a served a meal that consists of Sambhar      (with potatoes of course) rice, fried bananas, jack fruits and coconut      water for drinks! Goongraajulazens! Tenju berry muj for taking this      survey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;Brought to you from the colorblind makers of ‘The Metamorphosis of the Malayalee Manav’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;Paras ‘thewisedonkay’ Sharma and Joel ‘Virtualchameleon’ Coelho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114686306380987778?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114686306380987778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114686306380987778' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114686306380987778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114686306380987778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-mallu-enough_06.html' title='Are You Mallu Enough?'/><author><name>virtualchameleon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05140572507566079172</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/_zrYTOoDEAeI/SfFwR5aKjSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SA092gX0uc/S220/Picture+155.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114685221162788384</id><published>2006-05-05T23:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:33:31.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Brokeback Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Click &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mutilatedzombie/album?.dir=/f9ddscd&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=phhgj0EBzn5LW92Y"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to see the brokeback therapy :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nothin matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114685221162788384?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mutilatedzombie/album?.dir=/f9ddscd&amp;.src=ph&amp;.tok=phhgj0EBzn5LW92Y' title='The Brokeback Therapy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114685221162788384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114685221162788384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114685221162788384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114685221162788384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/05/brokeback-therapy_05.html' title='The Brokeback Therapy'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114613558035206790</id><published>2006-04-27T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:29:40.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ma grand pa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now I went to visit my grand folks in pune yesterday. Shocked as I was ... my grand pa can speak better english than most of us dumb-***** put together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I mean i sat there... while he was talking to the driver...awed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wooo hooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/grand%20dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/grand%20dad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One Point to Varghese !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114613558035206790?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114613558035206790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114613558035206790' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114613558035206790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114613558035206790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/04/ma-grand-pa.html' title='Ma grand pa....'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114579521373682276</id><published>2006-04-23T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:06:30.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pics taken On my 18th Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/bin%20and%20eben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/bin%20and%20eben.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mutilatedzombie/album?.dir=/5502scd&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=phojhwEBCgeq0T3N"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to see the pics.&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/20023185-114579521373682276?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114579521373682276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114579521373682276' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114579521373682276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114579521373682276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/04/pics-taken-on-my-18th-bday.html' title='Pics taken On my 18th Bday'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114569989969191986</id><published>2006-04-22T15:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-22T15:28:19.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We smell a rat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/Ratinbread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/Ratinbread.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anybody want a sandwich btw??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114569989969191986?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114569989969191986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114569989969191986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114569989969191986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114569989969191986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-smell-rat_22.html' title='We smell a rat!!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114564556154870386</id><published>2006-04-22T00:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:25:09.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me while I try Killing myself......again.....Oh and i'm 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This is paras's gift on my b'day! Thanks Buddy! Fried bananas. My god , how did you know?[snif, thanks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gift.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Gift.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not people i survived the wrath of ishrat and paras. These two gave me 2 weeks to live in Dec 2005. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[for those who DO NOT know me, yes mine is a dangerous lifestyle] [ no i dont do drugs,alcohol,fags,guys,an amiel,sammarth etc etcetra]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And then they crossed their hearts that I would Drop dead on the 31st of Dec '05.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha! This dude aint gonna go that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I still cant believe it that i'm actually 18 and alive.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...... time to go sky diving... paz  you coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114564556154870386?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114564556154870386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114564556154870386' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114564556154870386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114564556154870386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/04/excuse-me-while-i-try-killing.html' title='Excuse me while I try Killing myself......again.....Oh and i&apos;m 18&lt;laughs&gt;'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114486874801123055</id><published>2006-04-12T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:12:26.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis of The Malyalee Manav!! The Complete Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/IMG_0090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;If there ever was an article on wikipedia about Oscar this shud be it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well first of all, we couldn’t think of a present. Secondly we have nothing worthwhile, so we decided lets just poke fun at Oscar here (since he's unavailable most of the time now-a-days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;This thesis is called &lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;'&lt;b style=""&gt;The Metamorphosis Of The Malyalee Manav'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a reason (BTW if you say this real quick its like a tongue twister too). It shows you how Oscar has evolved over the last two years. Specifically the period we've noticed in those two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase I "Dyude wheres my car??" (July 2004 to Starting of September 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This was when we met for the first time in college, Oscar was some what fascinated with the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;'Dude'&lt;/span&gt; ( Read Dud+Attitude). But the problem was that he couldn't quite pull the word off. What followed was a month of trial and error. In this period we witnessed many variations of the universal tag for guys 'dude' from minor variations to 'dood' to 'dyood', 'dyude','dooda','doodh' we heard it all, I think sometime in the first/second week of September, he finally nailed with a lot of help and 'constructive criticism' from his 'Mento'(singular for Mentos, also used as an alternative for Mentor) Joshua Pinto. He has been using the word ever since at every possible occasion.&lt;br /&gt;FYI if Oscar calls u by your name on the phone, HANG UP!! You probably did something to piss him off or you're in for a lecture or Oscars drunk! BTW Oscar's drunk is phase II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Phase II:Dude I'm drunk! HELLLLLLPPPPPP (Different Occasions Between September 2004 to August 2005)[ he doesn't drink anymore]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phase in question is the time when Oscar used to call me up and ask, 'Dude (yes he pulled it off even when drunk) I'm drunk what do I do to get sober again?'&lt;br /&gt;Now before you go ballistic at me saying PAZZ YOU DRINK!! the answer is no. I have lotsa experience being the lone sober guy at a 'party' where everyone is drunk silly so I know a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so coming back to the point. Whenever he asked me what to do, my first question would be what are you drink/what did you drink?&lt;br /&gt;Oscar would be so drunk that he didn't remember what he drank/was drinking. So his response wud be 'I'm having a Khamba' (Read 1 Liter Bottle). We still don't exactly know what the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alhambra&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was filled with. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ill&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; update you as soon as I find out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase III:Call me Ozzman/Zombie (June 2004 -Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Oscar doesn't like being called Oscar He prefers the names ozzman/(mutilated)zombie. Not Ozzy (Thats Ozzy Osbourne and hes anti-Christian so thats a strict no-no). Well first of all it would sound so stupid while introducing him to someone , 'Meet my friend Mutilated Zombie/Ozzman' secondly not everyone is gifted enough to pull of the name 'mutilated zombie' (he has been called everything from 'Mootie', 'Multi','Mults','Joombie' etc. Oscar even got a ring with the word 'zombie' engraved on it. But since the design was too gujju, he had to get that ring fixed now its just a plain thumb ring. It should also be noted that Oscar plans to name his first born 'Mark Zombie' (Somewhere Ishrat just said 'Thats It Now We're Done). This phase soon drifted into another similar one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase IV:My Name Is Oscar Abraham (From Dunno When - Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscars actual name is Oscar Abraham Varghese (Abraham being his dad's name). And his family name is something like adley's name twisted around (pronounced as 'Adeyadil' or sommit like that) The correct spelling of that is unknown to Oscar himself.&lt;br /&gt;But since Varghese and that (adley thingy) sound too mallu Oscar prefers to be called Oscar Abraham not Oscar Varghese. I mean thats the next best thing to zombie for him.(Imagine Mutilated Varghese, Ozzman Adeyadil, the list is endless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase V:'Wassup Mate' ( Sometime in October 2004 to some other time in October 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the short lived phases of the metamorphosis of Oscar He picked it up from a bihari hillbilly in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. But since the word mate received a variety of laughs Oscar soon dropped it (like its hot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase VI:To Spike or not to spike that is the question (Most of the 2004-05 academic year).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, Even before Oscar said 'Hi dude' he would ask 'Hows the spikes'. Honestly they were never fine (except for a coupla times &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ill&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; grant that much). It was either over-gelled or under-moussed. Sometimes the front part was messy while the back part stood at attention like a soldier at a parade. There were times when he moussed his hair so much that people started scratching their palms on his spikes. The easiest way to irritate Oscar during this period was to deliver a flat handed smash directly on his spiked hair. Though it hurt him, the spikes remained unchanged. FYI he also used the same Hair Wax the queen of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s hair dresser recommends (Another Queenie connection).&lt;br /&gt;It should also be noted that Ishrat has had a major role in Oscar not spiking his hair anymore. I believe her exact words were ,'You spike your hair and thats it we're done!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase VII:Look I got a pig-tail ( A month in 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phase sent the whole Marthoma Immanuel Church, Eden Villa, IC Ext.(pardon my ignorance if the name is wrong) in a tizzy. Oscar's pigtail turned out to be more controversial than Oscar himself! Finally Oscar's mom chopped it when he was asleep. RIP Pigtail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase VIII Theres a hole in my soul (erm Ear) (Two days in 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar paid sixty bucks, went to bandra and put a hole in his ear. When he returned home , his mom was ready to put some more holes on him! Result: The stud was taken out and the hole closed within a few days. In an unfortunate mishap Oscar lost the ear stud (which was pinned to his wallet (which was flicked from Globus). In other words Oscars flicked wallet was flicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase IX:The ring Arlette gave me does not look gay (Late 2004- Unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arlette (No pic available) gifted Oscar a ring which any self respecting manly man would consider girly or I daresay gay! But nope Oscar would have none of that.&lt;br /&gt;However some time in 2005 the ring was reported missing due to unknown reasons never to be found again (Surprise Surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase X: I love my lungis (July 2004 - When he chopped them it into a chaddi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar had a pair of hideous looking over sized denim three fourths which he bought for a whopping undisclosed amount from bollywood in bandra. He was so in love with it that he wore them day after day claiming he had to identical ones (ugh who'd pay for two lungis). The 3/4ths got many nicknames ranging from lungis to gypsy skirt etc. Finally they were chopped into a pair of Chaddie for reasons unknown (surprise surprise again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XI:Have u seen that movie with Matt Daamun? (Various instances from as long as I remember -Present)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oscarisms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Oscar has a knack of screwing up names/ words. The most famous goof-ups or Oscarisms as I call them are as follows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Matt Daamun (referring to Matt Damon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Hugg Grunt (Ref. to Hugh Grant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Onacanda (Anaconda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Limbido (Libido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Bad anners (Ad banners)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Lingerie (ling-errei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Paantees (Panties)this was when he was sitting for his boards. He swore that the girl sitting in front had more than the necessary holes needed in the paantees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Emraan Hashmi (ref. to Himesh Reshammiya and vice versa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XII:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DJFGSDJHFGSGWUWURWEIKGHFDJH (shjsdhdfkghfkgfj)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What the hell is this you ask?? Well what do you get when Oscar uses his keyboard as a pillow?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;The above text!!! Oscar has a knack of falling asleep on his keyboard while chatting in the night! But if you wake him up he will insist that he wasn't sleeping, 'Just resting my eyes, dude!Zzzzz!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XIII:If you are cobra then she is No-Bra ( Oct. 2005 -Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not ladies, Oscar can tell if you are wearing a bra or not by merely glancing at your *ahem* upper body. Some say its a super power. Others (viz. Ishrat) say hes perverted. believe what you wanna but Oscar can and will know whether a gal is wearing a bra or not . Please make a note that this power is invalid between the areas of Santacruz to Vile Parle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XIV:Thats a birth-mark on my neck, not a chappal mark!!!! (From 1988 -present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar has a birth mark on his neck,which some people (viz. nelson) think is a chappal mark which he received at the hands of a girl called Melissa Oscar begs to differ &lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;(I back him on this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XV: Hey I have a fling with a girl called Karen (2005-present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar had an imaginary affair with an imaginary girl called Karen who mysteriously comes to IC colony once a year without anyone seeing her. During this period Oscar often 'conspires' with her sometimes even in front of her 'dad'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XVI: I'm not a racist (Mar 2006- Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the recent phases of the process. Oscar is no longer a racist as mentioned in the post 'I'm no longer a racist' Now he just hates specific groups of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XVII: Me Myself and Sam ( God Knows When - Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you new to this blog, Oscar has three parts of his brain (not subconscious, conscious,unconscious) but three personas namely (Oscar, zombie and sam Crysta-delete us)&lt;br /&gt;The three personalities often converse with each other, inside and outside his head, sam also speaks a lot like Samuel shetty (no pic available). recently zombie and Oscar stabbed sam to death with Samuel Shetty's broken drumstix RIP Sam whatever ure last name was.&lt;br /&gt;Note : This was an after effect of watching the movie 'Identity' too many times)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XVIII: I have a small thing (September 2005- October 2005)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;No you're not wrong! Oscar does have a small thing, but thats besides the point here!! This was the time he fell head over heels over head over heels and vice versa for Ishrat. But he insisted that he had a 'small thing' for her!! So during this period if you happened to run into Oscar he would say something like this, “Hey dude, Did I tell you I have a small thing for Ishrat?”, after you reminded him that he had told you that like a kazillion times he would assure you once again that he had 'just a small thing for her, just a small thing!! Nothing else!!!'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XIX: Thats so gay (Unknown-Unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Oscar doesn't like something its automatically gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;E.G. Livestrong bands are gay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XX: Ask me no questions &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Ill&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; tell you no lies ( Unknown - Present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently if Oscar agrees to what you say he wont nod, wont say yes, uh huh, okay, right etc.&lt;br /&gt;He'll nod his head twice (not more) and say , &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;"True,True"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an after effect of a Budweiser Commercial Well Bud dint make him any wiser!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXI: 'Hello 911, Savio's in love with me!!HELLPPPPPPPPP!!!!' (All of the academic year of 2005-06)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;We are not sure whether the feeling was mutual or not. Oscar as usual denied it! But we being who we are had our doubts! It ended when Savio aka Zinnia, saw Oscar going out with Ishrat for Harry Potter IV the very next day after he went for the same with her!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memorable quotes from this phase by Zinnia!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Okay, everybody in this room gets a kiss!'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Oscar I have been seeing a lot of you lately!'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'What I get no hug??!!'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Last time I went for a movie with a guy we were making out.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXII: 'Excuse me while I kill myself' (1988-present)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Oscar claims that his 'alter ego' , Zombie, is trying to kill him! As mentioned earlier they already killed Sam and Oscar's NEXT!!! Please pay your last respects ASAP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Popular examples supporting this claim,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;'Dude that car/bike/cycle/bus/truck/rickshaw/any damn thing that moves ALMOST killed me! (Please note that 'Almost' is said regretfully'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;'Wouldn't it be fun to jump out of a plane without a parachute'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;'I almost fell out of the train......AGAIN!! Boy it was fun!!'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;All this is done by Oscar/Zombie because 'Apparently' Oscar loves the feeling of A-Dra-Nuh-Leen (Adrenaline) running through his veins!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXIII: 'I'm too cute, tee hee' (Misconception during Oct./Nov. 2005)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;During this period Oscar was being chased by numerous girls (none were good looking, Sorry Ishrat!!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;They were as follows, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 2.25pt 0.0001pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;1) Zinnia, 2) Apurva, 3) Sinu/Sinette/Sinus/Whatever, 4)Plus he thought Ishrat was falling for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;So all of a sudden he thought he was 'more funky than a monkey!!' This led to moniker &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;'Cute Ickle Osci'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXIV:'Fried Beynanas are yum!!' (He's mallu. Period!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;He's Mallu. Period.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXV: ' If my mom calls I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(am /was/ am going to be) with you. (Choose the correct alternative, Used as per the situation)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Other Things Remaining Constant: If Oscar's Mom calls you, she probably doesn't know where Oscar is (and neither do we!). But as a rule of thumb we are expected to say that he is/was/is going to be with us.&lt;i&gt;( Note: When you least expect his mom WILL call and when you're dead certain, SHE WON'T.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Widely used with the next phase.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXVI: 'Anja Minita' (Five Minutes from time to time)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Everybody here knows what this means, if they don't please contact Oscar or preferably his mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXVII: 'Don't look now, but I JUST damned you to hell!' (Time is irrelevant here)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Non-believers (i.e Hindus, Muslims,Sikhs,Jews,Buddhists,Roman Catholics??,Mormons,Jesuits, Scientologists, Aethists, Agnostics etc. etc.) kindly curl up into a ball and cry your hearts out! YOU HAVE JUST BEEN DAMNED TO THE DARKEST PITS OF HELL! We are all going down the road to 'eternal disappointment' (which is also the road to having a 1000 virgin concubines at each level of hell)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Everybody's Going to the party &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a real good time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lalalalalalala!!'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXVIII: “The Sikhs/Mallu Mossad is after me!!!' (Are you even paying attention to this!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Oscar is under the impression that all sikhs are after him and me (Pazz). But since I switched sides we are all after him now!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Also there is a secret clan of Malayalees&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;who are working in tandem with the Mossad to keep tabs on whatever he does!! (We think his Mom sent them after him)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXIX: 'There is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76);"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;' &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oscar believes that on earth there is only white and black (signifying good and evil). There is No gray (signifying a mixture of the two). Except for the 'chosen few' everyone else is damned to eternal blackness as mentioned in phase XXVII. Want proof of this just look at Oscar's car, its not white, its not black, its somewhere in the middle but its not gray, ITS AZURE GRAY!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(40, 0, 153);"&gt;Phase XXX : “Guilty till proven innocent” (All of 2005-06)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;This is the last phase..........for now!! But knowing Oscar (We're sure even you do too now!) there's always more to come&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;This is also referred to as the 'Epic Phase'. Due to its sheer length we have divided into bite-sized morsels.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 1&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;i&gt; 'Did you say I dont teach well!!!'&lt;/i&gt;- Psycho Ma'am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;On the open house of the first unit test in FYJC, the economics teacher asked Oscar why he fared badly in Psychology. Oscar cited that he could not understand the notes given by the professor. As a result, a rumor was spread among the teachers (by guess who) that the psychology ma'am is incompetent. It took her a year to figure out it was Oscar had made that particular comment. So on the first lecture of SYJC Oscar had to face the music (Death Metal Band Actually).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;'Do you writes the Zimbly's?'&lt;/i&gt; - Amit Naik.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Amit Naik's SYJC girlfriend (that paedo) gave a tip-off that Oscar was writing the underground newspaper – Zimbly. That very day Oscar was questioned by Amit Naik (GS of the student council, Christine lover) and your's truly PazzTheWiseDonkay was blamed as guilty by association. Numerous attempts were made to prove that indeed none of us were guilty but all in vain! Oscar got so fed up that he started saying, 'Ya I write it! So what!!'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;'Tera naam Oscar hai kya? Bahar mil!!'&lt;/i&gt; - Varun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;An issue of the zimbly was released and it made fun of the SYJC 'goon' Varun. He came up and asked Oscar if he was responsible for it. Oscar replied out of sheer frustration, “Yes!!”. 15 minutes later there were 5 goons outside the canteen and many more outside college waiting to 'talk' to Oscar But the situation was dissolved when the 'tough goons' saw the sheer bulk of Samuel Shetty!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 4:&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;i&gt;We have found 200 copies of the Zimbly and so we have taken possession of your hard drive. No hard feelings!'&lt;/i&gt; - Amit Naik (again)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;That speaks for itself doesn't it? But hey as usual we will elaborate on this! Our science counterparts, Kevin, Kenneth,Royston, and Oaf were caught under suspicion that they too were writing the zimbly. So all of us went to the Vice-Principole! And complained to her. Amit however saw this and he promptly waited outside college to have a 'chat' with Oscar. This&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;time it was the sheer bulk and crude Marathi of Rahul who saved his butt. His said something to the effect of 'I will break my foot off in your ass and yank it outta of your throat you mo-fo.'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 5:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;'Is this the way you talk'&lt;/i&gt; – Eco. Ma'am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Oscar was standing outside French class waiting for the prof. To arrive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eco. Ma'am happened to pass by and she asked him where the prof. Was. Oscar replied . 'I dont know'. That sent her off the richter and the rest as they say is history!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 6:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;'Is this the way you talk to Eco. Ma'am?'&lt;/i&gt; - French Ma'am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Following the Eco. Ma'am incident, the french ma'am too came to the party. She threw him out of class because he had a 'massive massive attitude and was a stupid spoilt brat' She also made the humongous declaration Oscar's mom and dad had failed as parents. Tsk Tsk Oscar!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 7:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;'Smile, You're on Candid Camera'&lt;/i&gt;- Suryavanshi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;Oscar decided to show to the world that he had a camcorder. So he started recording stuff in the canteen. Now contrary to what most people believe theres a rule that says ,'No cams allowed without prior permission'. Anyways he was Public Enemy No. 1 at that time so voila, the cam was taken away for a good one month or so. But since all they found on the tapes was Christine blowing kisses to the camera, Amit naik made a copy of the tape and then returned it to its rightful owner.....Oscar's Mom!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'Teacher Teacher, Oscar says Boom Sucked'&lt;/i&gt; – Faustin Messier&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;After this statement, the situation between Oscar and the French teacher got (Faustin) Messier!!! They have never ever seen eye to eye since then! On the other hand the French Ma'am cannot see eye to eye with anybody except the smurfs!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; “For God's Sake Oscar, I beg of you, My Folks at home are going crazy, Please return my phone”&lt;/i&gt;- Niki (FY-Idiot)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;A FY Idiot's (Niki's) phone was stolen and for reasons unknown (surprise surprise yet again!!) Oscar was believed to be either in possession or involved in the robbery of the phone. What followed was a series of 'whodunits' by all of the FYJC arts class!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(220, 35, 0);"&gt;Accusation 10:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;'You're a net savvy hooligan'&lt;/i&gt; – French Ma'am AGAIN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you dont have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that Oscar is blamed for everything. When Zimbly.net was launched, guess who was blamed (prize for guessing- part of the blame). This forced French ma'am to make the above epic statement!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt;"&gt;All Right Let's Roll the Credits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;People who wrote this crap-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Paras &lt;i&gt;'TheWiseDonkay'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sharma,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joel &lt;i&gt;'Virtual Chameleon'&lt;/i&gt; Coelho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; color: rgb(0, 74, 74);"&gt;Cast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: maroon;"&gt;Ishrat &lt;i&gt;'Queenie'&lt;/i&gt; Rawoot , Binoy &lt;i&gt;'Science Boy/Slaya'&lt;/i&gt; Sam Jacob, Zinnia &lt;i&gt;'Savio'etc etc&lt;/i&gt;., Arlette &lt;i&gt;'Lord of the Rings'&lt;/i&gt; Grao, Varun &lt;i&gt;' Bahar Mil'&lt;/i&gt; Goon, Amit &lt;i&gt;' I Love Christine'&lt;/i&gt; Naik, French Ma'am, Eco. Ma'am, Psycho Ma'am, Christine &lt;i&gt;'I secretly love Amit Naik'&lt;/i&gt; Jhony, Sam &lt;i&gt;'Look I can play the drums'&lt;/i&gt; Shetty, Rahul &lt;i&gt;'Fat Man'&lt;/i&gt; Goveas , Faustin Messier, Niki &lt;i&gt;'I read the horoscope when I lose my phone'&lt;/i&gt; ,FY Idiot, Karen &lt;i&gt;'She Actually Exists'&lt;/i&gt; ,Late Sam Crysta-delete-us,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eben &lt;i&gt;'Senior Varghese'&lt;/i&gt; [Who as usual was unavailable], Mahesh &lt;i&gt;'Bouncer'&lt;/i&gt; Desai, Surya &lt;i&gt;'Tubelite'&lt;/i&gt; Vanshi, Mallika &lt;i&gt;'Vice Principole'&lt;/i&gt; Varghese,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joshua &lt;i&gt;'Mento'&lt;/i&gt; Pinto, Apurva &lt;i&gt;'I still love you Osci Baba'&lt;/i&gt;, Melissa &lt;i&gt;'Chappal Mark'&lt;/i&gt;, The Sikhs, Mallu Mossad, Left – Behinders, Girls who dint wear their bras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last and the Least, &lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;'HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSCAR'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: NO HORSES WERE HARMED DURING THE MAKING OF THIS BOOKLET!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&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/20023185-114486874801123055?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114486874801123055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114486874801123055' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114486874801123055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114486874801123055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/04/metamorphosis-of-malyalee-manav.html' title='Metamorphosis of The Malyalee Manav!! The Complete Version'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114431231550697961</id><published>2006-04-06T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:21:03.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MY DAD ANd ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dads fucking it all up for me. i'm fed up of this shit. Everytime , everytime he has to flare up for nothin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yest was my mums b'day.  He made her cry on her b'day. The fault was partly  mine cuz i didnt go for my classes in the morn ( went the evening batch). He gets pissed off cuz I aint going in the morning.Then he ruins it for my mom too. She eventually ends up crying in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He aint talking to me anymore. I dont mind that. But when he fucks around with me for no damned reason then thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wont take his shit anymore. Nope. All these years ive kept quiet. Not anymore, I stood upto him today at lunch. He asked why i was wasting the veggies. I told him I didnt want any. "why did u take them in the first place?"| "Just took a lil dont want em anymore"| "Blah Blah Blah (he starts)"|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yest he took us out for dinner cuz like I said earlier it was my moms b'day.(dumb fool he couldnt take his wife out alone, but that aint the point here) And we're eating right. So when we finish I ask for A Coke( didnt have pepsi)( yes we went to one of those place where they dont keep pepsi for some apparent reason). He said " No your not having Coke or Pepsi" I keep quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he looks at my bro and goes "Hey do YOU want pepsi?" (like duh he wants it too, which 12 yr old kid denies pepsi?) "so he goes ahead and buys it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*So I guess from now onwards I got to say "Hey chris ask dad if I can have a glass of water."*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I just had my lunch. And I got new privilages in the household. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" I dont care about you, you can have food and accomodation. You do what you want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/20023185-114431231550697961?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114431231550697961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114431231550697961' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114431231550697961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114431231550697961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-dad-and-me.html' title='MY DAD ANd ME'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114426875273431774</id><published>2006-04-06T01:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:55:52.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First born I am Indeed.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;First born I am indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;A lil love do I also need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mock me not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mon amis&lt;/span&gt; on what I lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Never know who fate mocks to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Neverthless you make fun of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let my father be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;My brother listen- greatly favoured you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;True; something you dont ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;cant blame you kid for  you dont know whats in store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;He will never be the same as his current deeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;My dad, oh my dad  wilst thou ever understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imposturous mind I may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;or is it that you never liked me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love me a lil,Hold me a lil,Pamper me a lil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Is it not human to need so?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; Get it out of your system -"Shout-Scream-holler "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For I care no longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Born I am indeed&lt;br /&gt;A little love do I also need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its obvious aint it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/20023185-114426875273431774?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114426875273431774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114426875273431774' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114426875273431774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114426875273431774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-born-i-am-indeed.html' title='First born I am Indeed.......'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114374712550106635</id><published>2006-03-31T00:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:02:05.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Group Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Mamamias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Mamamias.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner At Mammamias :courtesy Pazza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/20023185-114374712550106635?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114374712550106635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114374712550106635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114374712550106635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114374712550106635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/group-pics.html' title='The Group Pics'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114374612896728249</id><published>2006-03-31T00:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:45:29.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ishrat and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Ishrat%20and%20ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Ishrat%20and%20ME.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114374612896728249?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114374612896728249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114374612896728249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114374612896728249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114374612896728249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/ishrat-and-me.html' title='Ishrat and me'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114371567174557603</id><published>2006-03-30T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:17:51.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fried bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/fried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/fried.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114371567174557603?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114371567174557603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114371567174557603' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114371567174557603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114371567174557603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/fried-bananas.html' title='Fried bananas'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114357523310744320</id><published>2006-03-29T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:17:13.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paz and myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Chut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Chut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114357523310744320?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114357523310744320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114357523310744320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114357523310744320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114357523310744320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/paz-and-myself.html' title='Paz and myself'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114325387278816225</id><published>2006-03-24T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:08:04.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I.C Colony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is the place where we hang out. Dunno why but they got plants in there commodes. These "Seats" are found in the backyard of a building where we usually hold meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GYM/FAT LOSS CENTRE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HOURS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS  GOING ON IN  THERE?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/surya%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/surya%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OUR FAITHFULL DOG AT OUR HANGOUT PLACE.... NAMED SURYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCARING THE RICK DRIVER.... HEh Heeh ... THIS IS FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114325387278816225?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114325387278816225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114325387278816225' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114325387278816225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114325387278816225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/ic-colony.html' title='I.C Colony'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114316809581751349</id><published>2006-03-24T08:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:43:38.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>These Beez  My Closest and Dumbest Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Eben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Eben.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eben 22.00hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eben And Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Dunno%20why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Dunno%20why.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joel, Eben and Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Smell A Rat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.s- Donkay is missing. The rat is taking his place for now. Oh yes and  I couldnt take a pic of a  lil kid throwing a temper tantrum .... so I  guess we'll have to wait for christine to come back.And ive been Counting the no of comments on this blog. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No is 259&lt;/span&gt; Today at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12.40 Am|24th|March|2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&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/20023185-114316809581751349?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114316809581751349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114316809581751349' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114316809581751349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114316809581751349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/these-beez-my-closest-and-dumbest.html' title='These Beez  My Closest and Dumbest Friends.'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114316743389226621</id><published>2006-03-23T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:00:33.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adleys B'day Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0065.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0065.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114316743389226621?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114316743389226621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114316743389226621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114316743389226621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114316743389226621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/adleys-bday-part-ii.html' title='Adleys B&apos;day Part II'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114313683015466714</id><published>2006-03-23T23:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:30:30.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Baldmaniac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Baldmaniac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After He goes Bald..... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114313683015466714?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114313683015466714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114313683015466714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114313683015466714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114313683015466714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/after.html' title='After'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114313674308560423</id><published>2006-03-23T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:08:54.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/IMG_0059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Adley. BaldManiac as he calls himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he went bald.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114313674308560423?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114313674308560423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114313674308560423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114313674308560423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114313674308560423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/before.html' title='Before'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114288059902715458</id><published>2006-03-21T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:19:59.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Mah%20Door.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Mah%20Door.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Oscar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Oscar3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Me%20again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Me%20again.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114288059902715458?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114288059902715458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114288059902715458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114288059902715458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114288059902715458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114263263273024501</id><published>2006-03-18T03:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-18T03:27:12.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zombie the Rasicst has left the building.</title><content type='html'>I've stopped being a racist. Yeah thats right I don't hate Gujus and Ghatis no more. [ man this is gonna be tougher than I thought]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah call me crazy or whatever but after watching the movie Crash. I couldn't be  more wrong in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier my Blog Description read:&lt;br /&gt;Everything You Know Is Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I am like this only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;I Am NOT A Racist.I Hate Everyone Equally.Esp The Ganda's &amp;amp; Ghati's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today it changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114263263273024501?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114263263273024501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114263263273024501' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114263263273024501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114263263273024501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/zombie-rasicst-has-left-building.html' title='Zombie the Rasicst has left the building.'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114201968898850770</id><published>2006-03-11T00:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-11T01:11:30.463+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspective Paz'/><title type='text'>A bit of introspection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Introspection............where have I heard this word before?? (Don't provide me with oxford's definition of the word, I know what it means).&lt;br /&gt;We live in a huge strange world thats part of an equally if not more mysterious universe. Theres so much we know yet it pales in comparison with what we don't! Take our own human mind for example, you think you know yourself well eh?&lt;br /&gt;Well answer this question for me..........Who are you??&lt;br /&gt;No, I dont want to know you're name, I don't wanna know where you are from, I don't wanna know what you like or dislike, I want to know who you are........can you answer that for me??&lt;br /&gt;Guess not!&lt;br /&gt;Stranger still I don't know who the hell I am!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean who am I?? Why was I born on this planet? Why was I born into my family?Why in this generation? What the hell is my purpose here? Why do I look like what I look like? If I wasn't me would I recognise this face in a crowd? Why did I meet the people I have met?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they here? Will I find my true love? Did she leave me already? Am I with her? Will things change? Do I want things to change? Why the hell do things have to change? Is change good? Is change responsible for everything thats good? Have I changed? Is it me or everyone else has changed? Does anyone even have an answer to this? Why the hell am I writing this? Is there a hell? Will I go there? Do I even care if theres a heaven or a hell?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this if I was watching a sitcom fifteen minutes ago? Does anyone care? Am I a good human being? I probably am not, but do I know that for sure?  Hell I dont even know that? Am I lost in this huge world? Wait how can I be lost Im sittin in my own room? But a year ago I didnt even know this room existed! How the hell is this my room? Are all these questions a fit of panic? Or are they the speculations of a deep mind? Does that last question even make sense? Why are my hands cold all of a sudden? Wait my hands are always cold what am I worried about? Why are my hands always cold? Is there something wrong with me? Am I going to die? If I knew I was gonna die could I do anything to stop it? Do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wanna die? Am I writing all of this because I'm mentally unstable? Was I mentally stable in the first place? I mean 15 mins ago I was watching a sitcom and now I'm asking myself if I deserve to be in a padded cell!! Wait that wasn't fifteen minutes ago that was half an hour ago, How did time pass so quickly? So am I quickly running to death or inching ever so slowly towards it? WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT DEATH? Is this me typing it? How would you know if its me or someone else for that matter? What if I stole this from someone else? and then again maybe I did not! Is this my conscious/semi conscious/ unconscious brain? Is there such a thing as a conscious/semi-conscious/unconscious brain? If a part of my brain is unconscious am I braindead? I probably am brain-dead no wonder these questions are so retarded? Where the hell is all this coming from? I swear I didnt prepare for this post. Hell half an hour ago I was watching a sitcom I didnt even know I would we writing this!! Have I said this already? Maybe I have? What the hell is the point of this post? What did i start this with? Is this making any sense? Then again does it have to make sense? Does something that makes sense to me make any sense to you? Does anyone understand me? Do I understand my own self? Do you understand your ownself? I wonder how many questions there are in this post? Will anyone bother reading this? Is this gonna be a part of  huge black hole called the internet thats so vast that what I know about it pales in comparison with what I dont know?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD THIS SENTENCE WAS MY STARTING POINT!!!&lt;br /&gt;This article is ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;But do I even know who I am??&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/20023185-114201968898850770?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114201968898850770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114201968898850770' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114201968898850770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114201968898850770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/bit-of-introspection.html' title='A bit of introspection'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114201809472673157</id><published>2006-03-11T00:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:44:54.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The most disgusting thing I've ever seen</title><content type='html'>This website.www.hope-model.com&lt;br /&gt;Damn I can't even write about this piece of "freedom-of-expression" as they put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  site  puts up images  of kids for sale. Its a child porn site. And its got a whole webring. For people who dont know what a webring is- it is a chain of websites run by the same people that focuses on generating traffic and money.So if one gets a hit theres a good chance of the others gettin a hit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask, (in the name of the little morality is left in the world) is to-forward this message to as many as people who blog / use webrings to boycott it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this  is so perverse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114201809472673157?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114201809472673157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114201809472673157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114201809472673157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114201809472673157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/most-disgusting-thing-ive-ever-seen.html' title='The most disgusting thing I&apos;ve ever seen'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114200665811989124</id><published>2006-03-10T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:34:18.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random musings of a Questioning mind: Razing Buildings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://radgovin.blogspot.com/2006/01/razing-buildings.html"&gt;Random musings of a Questioning mind: Razing Buildings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114200665811989124?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://radgovin.blogspot.com/2006/01/razing-buildings.html' title='Random musings of a Questioning mind: Razing Buildings'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114200665811989124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114200665811989124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114200665811989124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114200665811989124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-musings-of-questioning-mind.html' title='Random musings of a Questioning mind: Razing Buildings'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114172918008779966</id><published>2006-03-07T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:45:35.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arranged Marriage - Centuries old Bullshit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes.Those 2 brutal,stupid,fucked-up yeah call it whatever you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not long from now ill be sucked into the trap too. You heard me trap. The god damned trap.Pray not though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God knows how many young lives it's taken and how many lives are destined to be broken up in the lawyers best act-of-play DIVORCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah I mean how cool is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at it from a guys view-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;He gets into college... cant have a girlfriend cuz his culture is too backward ( morally strict ) or someshit like that.He literally fucks his own head getting a job.Oh and he has to be an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;engineer&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;doctor.&lt;/span&gt; Not just any Dr. As a prefix to his name. He cant cure  animals or the unstable. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MBA's&lt;/span&gt; beat these two dudes anyway. By then prospective girls are arranged for. Earlier it was some bald headed guy going around houses with an umbrella to arrange between both parties. To this day I fail to understand how,I repeat HOW on Gods name on Earth can anybody let a ****ing broker decide which partner looks / is / good for them?And then came the Ads in the paper and later much later,very recent though came  sites like shaddi.com.(Getting tech savy aye?)And you got to choose one with a name even &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Velli amachi&lt;/span&gt;(grand-mum) can pronounce. Not some weird old name from the evil-west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pray tell me I fail to understand the traditional logic behind this. Or give me names on who's fantastic idea this is. I WANT NAMES DAMMIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls point of view-  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Girls go to college,studies, she cant talk to a guy/ cant get to know him / cant remain friends with him. Why? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"What will the people think?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Of course what will they think? I mean you choose what you do/ wear / eat / talk on the basis of what will the people think? They cant dress in what they desire to .... only because &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Aalkaar Endho Chindhikum?"&lt;/span&gt; (that's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"What will people think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And all of this pays of at the time when you are 21-22. That's right girls are "married off" (sounds like sold off to me) at that age. Their parents talk with the other concerned party( they look for NRI's first) and arrange a meeting. I really don't know whether they get a kick out of sending their girl child off to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody firang's&lt;/span&gt; house.You guys know the scenario. Girl comes in silk-clad saree and offers Cuppa of chai etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt; etcetera the families talk the couple are allowed to talk .Yes that's when they actually get to know each other. Their first 15 sec of fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If all goes well.( It rarely doesn't and you don't have a choice do you? I mean they raised you for 22 years and you cant exactly say NO to them can you? And all the other crap people say) They are engaged and then married  off and tied to a bed of roses (ironic isn't it? You share your bed of roses to your married partner who barely knows what you drink early morn') Even if you even think about uttering "love marriage" (pronounced louve) your shot in the head saying your a disgrace to the Khandan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Results in 7/10 cases.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she realizes that HE isn't meant for her and vice-versa. And HE realizes that SHE cant cook for the little mercies of the universe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" &gt; etcetera. All after you lose your virginity to a complete nincumpoop loser of the first order.Who might invariably give you HIV or VD's who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worse you could go on living with this "character of a kind" have kids. Possibly cheat on them. Applies for women too.(No I am not a chauvinist contrary to popular belief) And then file for divorce + mess up the kids life by fighting over who gets the car/house/pool table/arm chair ..........oh and the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I find it amusing if not disgusting over the strict code that the youth can't fall in love before marriage. In India its strictly forbiddenThe same place where the art of sex originated. The same place that boasts about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kamasutra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; in their culture.(different religions aside) So its perfectly normal to do all these but YOU CANNOT FALL IN LOVE BEFORE MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid ? I think not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bloody Absurd man!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Shaddi.com anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thanks for giving me the chance to meet some wonderful men thru your service. I've learned a lot about myself and others thru your services.I met my first and second husband both on shadii.com.Now im trying for my third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Member  - This is a text from the site shadii.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bet you got to know a lot of guys who weren't exactly the prince  ya'll were looking for eh? Or my personal fav- 'I like variety.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry for the use of language. I was compelled to . Couldn't take it on anymore. Post a comment. I want to see how many are for and against this thing. Don't explain just pen down if your against or for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Sir.Zombie%20mobile23.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/400/Sir.Zombie%20mobile23.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/400/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-114172918008779966?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114172918008779966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114172918008779966' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114172918008779966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114172918008779966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/03/arranged-marriage-centuries-old.html' title='Arranged Marriage - Centuries old Bullshit!!!'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-114069627425326752</id><published>2006-02-23T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:06:45.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New post on the blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey christine.I'm sorry what were we thinking? Silly Us.Here's our quota of the year.&lt;br /&gt; STOP LOOKING AT THE BLOG AND START STUDYING!!!&lt;br /&gt;Girls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/AngryBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/AngryBaby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/20023185-114069627425326752?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/114069627425326752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=114069627425326752' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114069627425326752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/114069627425326752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-post-on-blog.html' title='New post on the blog'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113940118425840926</id><published>2006-02-08T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:49:44.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, This Aint Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/oscar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/400/oscar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113940118425840926?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113940118425840926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113940118425840926' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113940118425840926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113940118425840926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/02/honestly-this-aint-me.html' title='Honestly, This Aint Me'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113934000037517501</id><published>2006-02-08T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:50:00.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WiseDonkays Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/Censorship%20Offends%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/Censorship%20Offends%20Me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised heres a picture of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113934000037517501?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113934000037517501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113934000037517501' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113934000037517501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113934000037517501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/02/wisedonkays-picture.html' title='WiseDonkays Picture'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113881491884845208</id><published>2006-02-01T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:58:38.850+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wont be posting on the blog....till 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/zomb.3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/zomb.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys Sir.Zombie here... i wont be posting any articles on the blog till 3rd March. And Adsense cancelled my subscription so there aint gonna be any ads for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;We've got our boards on the 21st-3rd/4th. Please pray for donkay,slaya and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gangue Team Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113881491884845208?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113881491884845208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113881491884845208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113881491884845208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113881491884845208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/02/wont-be-posting-on-blogtill-3rd.html' title='Wont be posting on the blog....till 3rd'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113841345722746045</id><published>2006-01-28T07:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:27:37.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All posts That Have Vanished Into Thin Air ......</title><content type='html'>All posts That Have Vanished Into Thin Air ............ are now on szarchives.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link on Ol' Archive (previous POsts) in the LINK bar....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gangue Team Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Keep Clicking ....:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113841345722746045?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113841345722746045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113841345722746045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113841345722746045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113841345722746045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-posts-that-have-vanished-into-thin.html' title='All posts That Have Vanished Into Thin Air ......'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113833894733215283</id><published>2006-01-27T10:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:02:34.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MESOTHELIOMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT EET EEZ!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;strong&gt;mesothelioma&lt;/strong&gt; about??&lt;br /&gt;i hearing it some sort of carcinoma of lungs... duh!! whatt is that&lt;br /&gt;If i going this way i ending up reeding dikshnary&lt;br /&gt;i pleezed if someone helping me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;p.s.- pleez pardoning me eenglish... me from far far land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113833894733215283?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113833894733215283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113833894733215283' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113833894733215283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113833894733215283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/mesothelioma.html' title='MESOTHELIOMA'/><author><name>s!aya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887059158032724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/zeeba3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113758875724789771</id><published>2006-01-18T18:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:47:20.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>World Government- Dream or Reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;World Government- Dream or Reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Post is writtien By our good friend Ishrat who is one of the sandpeople.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; W&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hen we wish to discuss the virtues of a ‘’World Government’’, we should be fully cognizant of what governance is.it is the act or manner of relating to the welfare and grievances of people at large by the agent dedicated by the state to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As was the case centuries ago, humanity is still torn by fissiparous tendencies. Nations are falling apart. The mighty Soviet empire fell apart because it was no more than a conglomeration of states bound by sheer force. Kosovo wants to break away from Serbia. East Timor has broken off from Indonesia. Chechnya threatens to break off from Russia. What do these events signify? Do they not reveal a lot about the way these nations were governed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What was the real problem? The reality is centered on the human perception of needs and deeds – needs of what people want or aspire and deeds of themselves and that of the ‘’others’’ among them. ‘’They’’ are different. Why? There are differences in religion, ethnic background, appearance, language, culture, political philosophy, social customs and so on. Man is still burdened with these barriers and divisions. Ethnicity gives way to composite culture. Egos clash with ethos. ‘’There cannot be a country without people and the value of land is what man makes of it’’ so said Kautilya,  more than two millenniums ago. He had also declared, ‘’in the happiness of his subject lies the ruler’s happiness; in their welfare is his welfare.’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whenever and wherever these principles were in conflict, people have fought wars – covert or overt and nations have fallen apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The governments need to be responsive and representative. whenever people perceived that the government that rules those does not really represent their wishes or aspirations, they have become restive. Sectarianism sets in. in several circumstances can we even conceive a ‘’World Government’’? can we have a government- a world government- which is representative of 5 continents and more than 5 billion people? How big will the government be?  Will the indutrialised and the rich nations want to part with their wealth to uplift the welfare of the poorer and less developed sections of people elsewhere? Will they let the system be fair and equitable? Even if they condescended, it will only be to colonise and subjugate with the aim of furthering their own interests. Many countries including India, have paid a very stiff price under colonial rule. Will they want to get in to another one in a different garb called ‘’World Government’’? are we so naïve to think that we will not be ruled by Americans for instance with their present economic and military might?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nothing will entice them to give up their place of primacy in world affairs – not a world government if it means giving up their present status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We are witnessing how the UN is being manipulated by big powers. Even as Sovereign nations, all nations are not treated equally though the UN charter gives equality to all. The UN was formed soon after the Second World War with the victorious nations becoming permanent members. Even 50 years later, those nations want to perpetuate their domination in world affairs and are opposed to reforms in the UN which can officially alter the present power equations. In Industrialised Europe, we see the divisions even now with regard to the European Union, with the UK always giving out the dissenting voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In Theocratic nations, secularism is anathema. In monarchist nations, democracy is taboo. In Communist China, the state prevails over the individual in all walks of life. How can we think of a world Government?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do we want to descend into the labyrinth of utter chaos for all time to come, the deliverance from which will be possible only by a Messiah? Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You will inevitably conclude that a world government is Utopian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 49px; height: 48px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/images.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113758875724789771?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113758875724789771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113758875724789771' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113758875724789771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113758875724789771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/world-government-dream-or-reality.html' title='World Government- Dream or Reality?'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113758797756220226</id><published>2006-01-18T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:15:44.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; Cant say that all this is coming up real soon, will take some time. Deadline-March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; World Govt-Dream/Reality?&lt;br /&gt;2. A multiple blog session on religion by paz and myself.&lt;br /&gt;3. More poems.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why you shouldnt probably drive if you are colorblind and deaf.&lt;br /&gt;5. More pics of us.&lt;br /&gt;6. Inside Zombies Head With Paz trying to convince me that jumping out of a plane(those small gliders) isn't exactly "COOL"esp if i gift him mychute.&lt;br /&gt;7. The Full Kill Em All Video( shot on new years eve) Starring- Zombie, Slaya , Paz ,dog and sarcastic cops with I.C colony sluts followed byI.C colony horny guys.[in no particular order]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Please help us live our boring, wrthless lives by clicking on the ads above. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/log2.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/log2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113758797756220226?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113758797756220226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113758797756220226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113758797756220226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113758797756220226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/coming-up.html' title='Coming Up.........'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113749862217981892</id><published>2006-01-17T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:24:08.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 150 Years Of Indian Railways!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/116776.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/116776.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;                                   Chal Chaiyya Chaiyya Chaiyya Chaiyya !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/20010622india.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/20010622india.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/20010622india.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hey Look An Empty Train!! I want the window seat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/crowded-train-strange-pictures.0.jpg"&gt;                                              &lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/crowded-train-strange-pictures.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/crowded-train-strange-pictures.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaaaaaahhhh!! They're Singing Bhajans In There!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/train.jpg"&gt;                                             &lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/train.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Damn It!!! He Almost Nailed That Ramp To Ramp Jump!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/lead1.0.jpg"&gt;                                                                 &lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/lead1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/lead1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Man I Hope We Have Better Trains In The 2oth Century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/turkey_train.0.jpg"&gt;                                                &lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/turkey_train.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/turkey_train.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.Railway Minister!!! I Think It's Time To Lay Another Track!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/nat4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/nat4.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hmm Now Where The Hell Is That Train Im Supposed to Be Waving At!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/320/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/20023185-113749862217981892?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113749862217981892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113749862217981892' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113749862217981892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113749862217981892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/celebrating-150-years-of-indian.html' title='Celebrating 150 Years Of Indian Railways!!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113741772189624493</id><published>2006-01-16T18:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:55:14.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Laloo Bhai Bihari's New Railway Ticket!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/Laloos%20New%20Ticket%21%21.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/400/Laloos%20New%20Ticket%21%21.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new ticket deejhined by our very own Railway Minister Laloo Prasad Yadav!!&lt;br /&gt;Pleej read carephully bephore teeravelling!!&lt;br /&gt;Indian Railwaje and Laloo Prasad Yadav Wishes You A Very Happy And Safe Journey.&lt;br /&gt;In Case Of Death Survivors Will Be Payed Rs.500/- Each!!&lt;br /&gt;Jai-Hind!Jai-Bihar!!&lt;br /&gt;Remember...Jab Tak Rahega Samose Mein Aloo.....Jab Tak Rahega Jungle Mein Bhaloo.....Jab Tak Rahega Corruptionva Chaloo.......Railway Minister Rahega Laloo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1060/1996/400/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113741772189624493?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113741772189624493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113741772189624493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113741772189624493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113741772189624493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/laloo-bhai-biharis-new-railway-ticket.html' title='Laloo Bhai Bihari&apos;s New Railway Ticket!!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113716043251113099</id><published>2006-01-13T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:02:17.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Earth &amp; Rain - Divya!!</title><content type='html'>Heres a Great Poem By My Friend Divya.........I'll try to get her to blog here :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado.............heres the poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She is longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yearning for his warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;His desire building within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Waiting for the right moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And there begins a drizzling foreplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kissing her, awakening every inch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exploring her earthen soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Her spirits in a frenzied joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sparks flying as he moans for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exploding inside her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pouring every drop left of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Flooding her in ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As he shatters onto her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Both exhale, amorously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;While the whole world watches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The intoxicated lovemaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Of Earth And Rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113716043251113099?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113716043251113099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113716043251113099' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113716043251113099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113716043251113099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/earth-rain-divya.html' title='Earth &amp; Rain - Divya!!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113618002194264661</id><published>2006-01-02T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:03:35.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Moved My Cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World War III!!!! WORLD WAR III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah i mean who wants World Peace? I think of all the crap the stupid kids at beauty pageants wish for. World Peace. Ha. I mean seriously do u really think ur gonna get World Peace?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The World is damned anyways so rather look forward to the "End Of The World" than actually kid yourself saying "why can't we all live in peace" and what the hell is with the people and Anti-War rallies?&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/March%20For%20Peace%20And%20Freedom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont they get it? We are all gonna die!!!! Its the end of the world. These bunch of unemployed assholes arent making things easier by holdin up a stupid sign sayin PEACE or somethin.Tell me who seriosuly thinks that terrorism is gonna stop? or that Jerusalem is gonna be declared an open city. Who eh? Do you? of course you dont you have much more things to worry about like us getting screwed on attendence. And real important stuff like who moved my cheese? WHO?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You think that the next President of the U.S.A is gonna be any better? You think Kerry could do a better job? I'll tell you somethin.... well they wont ... you know why? Cuz amerika sux. I would rather trust The Mossad with finding stuff like Who really moved my cheese? Just live life to the fullest man.... until bush is here with his " The Indians arent doin a good job of governing the country so i'm doin the same thing that i did in Iraq" policy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S I think Iran is next.[No Donkay this doesnt have to do anythin with the Nostradamus prediction] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So coming back to the point anyone seen my cheese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113618002194264661?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113618002194264661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113618002194264661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113618002194264661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113618002194264661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-moved-my-cheese.html' title='Who Moved My Cheese?'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113614157577346057</id><published>2006-01-01T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:03:05.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2006 KILL 'EM ALL!!!</title><content type='html'>LIST OF PPLZ TO KILL IN 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY FOLKS SINCE IM REALLY PISSED OFF IM GONNA TYPE MOST OF THIS BLOG IN CAPS SOME OF IT MAY NOT BE IN CAPS but who the hell gives a fig!! IM PISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL BUSH!!! (Like Eminem Said 'Mosh....Shove........Push.......F@#K Bush)&lt;br /&gt;Change The Hutch Logo (What The Hell is up with that dark pink logo!! Looks so YUCK!!)&lt;br /&gt;KILL  ABHIJEET SAWANT,QAZI,RUPREKHA,AASMA and the other freaks who won talent shows on TV!!&lt;br /&gt;Stop That Freakin Show Called Re-Mix!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kill Ekta Kapoor...........Kill Tulsi, Kill Parvati,Kill Jassi,Kill Kkusum,Kill Millee,Kill Kittu,Kill Baa Bahoo and Baby, Kill Pooja and all the other type-cast "Indian bahus"&lt;br /&gt;Kill all their male co-stars!!&lt;br /&gt;Kill Hrithik, Kill Shahrukh, Kill Salman,Kill Fardeen,Kill Zeyed,Kill Shahid,KILL EMRAAN HASHMI!!&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE YOU KILL EMRAAN HASHMI&lt;br /&gt;KILL MALLIKA SHERWAT (Double Check tht too)&lt;br /&gt;Kill DEVANG PATEL AND BABA SEHGAL&lt;br /&gt;Kill DJ SUKETU&lt;br /&gt;Kill EVERYONE ON PG 3&lt;br /&gt;Kill THOSE FAIRNESS CREAM MODELS&lt;br /&gt;KILL KAREENA KAPOOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;KILL HIMESH RESHAMMIYA (THE GUY WHO MADE AASHIQ BANAYA)&lt;br /&gt;KILL NEAL AND NIKKI&lt;br /&gt;KILL THE GUY WHO MADE NEAL AND NIKKI&lt;br /&gt;KILL ANYONE WHO THINKS NEAL AND NIKKI ARE "FULL ON ROCKIN HIP AND     HAPPENING&lt;br /&gt;KILL EVERYONE WHO SINGS A HINDI REMIX SONG&lt;br /&gt;KILL U2!&lt;br /&gt;KILL THE ROLLING STONES&lt;br /&gt;KILL GREENDAY&lt;br /&gt;KILL THE POPE (THIS ONES FOR ZOMBIE)&lt;br /&gt;KILL MUSHARRAF&lt;br /&gt;KILL OSAMA&lt;br /&gt;KILL SADDAM&lt;br /&gt;KILL ALL THOSE GUYS WHO SHOUT FATWA FOR EVERY DAMN THING&lt;br /&gt;KILL ANYONE WHO WRITES ABT SANIYA MIRZA&lt;br /&gt;KILL TONY BLAIR&lt;br /&gt;KILL BRITNEY SPEARS&lt;br /&gt;KILL MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;KILL THT IRRITATING DOG IN THE HUTCH COMMERCIALS&lt;br /&gt;KILL ANYONE WHO SINGS OYE BUBBLY&lt;br /&gt;KILL 50 CENT AND THIS TIME MAKE SURE HE DIES!&lt;br /&gt;KILL ABU SALEM AND SAVE TAXPAYERS MONEY&lt;br /&gt;KILL LALOO&lt;br /&gt;KILL RABRI&lt;br /&gt;KILL VAJPAYEE&lt;br /&gt;KILL THE BACKSTREET BOYS, N'SYNC,BLUE,WESTLIFE,BOYZONE,C21,98 DEGREES,5IVE AND ALL THE OTHR BOY BANDS&lt;br /&gt;KILL THE SPICE GIRLS, KILL THE SUGABABES,KILL THE ATOMIC KITTENS,KILL THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS AND ALL THE OTHER GIRL BANDS EVER&lt;br /&gt;KILL HARRY POTTER AND HIS FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE TIME YOU KILL 'EM ALL T'WILL BE 2007 AND I'LL POST A FRESH LIST OF PPLZ TO KILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATERS ||PazzThePissedOffDonkay||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113614157577346057?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113614157577346057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113614157577346057' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113614157577346057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113614157577346057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-kill-em-all_01.html' title='2006 KILL &apos;EM ALL!!!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113592144102394532</id><published>2005-12-30T11:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:11:09.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>*** Poll ****</title><content type='html'>OK guys i wanna know how bad we all are writing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just vote for what you like the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Fabulous Soaps On Indian Telly! - Wisedonkay.&lt;br /&gt;2.I Protest - Sir.Zombie&lt;br /&gt;3. Aree Ham Kabse Kah Rahe The Ki Daag Achee Hai -Lallu Prasad Yadav.&lt;br /&gt;4.Are U A Mallu THENDI????........ I AM - Sir.Zombie&lt;br /&gt;5.Soaps on Indian Telly Part II - Sir.Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Cussin allowed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;The Gangue Team Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess Who---------&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/HOTDATE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113592144102394532?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113592144102394532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113592144102394532' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113592144102394532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113592144102394532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/poll.html' title='*** Poll ****'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113579112938757365</id><published>2005-12-28T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:45:28.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Posts Vanish Into Thin Air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Protester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Protester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Well Not exactly... i've kept them at another blog... my archives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.szarchives.blogspot.com"&gt;www.szarchives.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for viewing later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The whole blog on religion is shifted there.Becuz i was getting too many ads on Angel Guides and God.KindaCreepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Oh and click the ads on the archive page too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113579112938757365?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113579112938757365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113579112938757365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113579112938757365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113579112938757365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/posts-vanish-into-thin-air.html' title='Posts Vanish Into Thin Air.'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113576437735186423</id><published>2005-12-28T15:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:03:52.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Soaps on Indian Telly Part  II</title><content type='html'>Mumbai, Some &lt;strong&gt;godforsaken&lt;/strong&gt; mallu home.&lt;br /&gt;21.00 Hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another shit soap by Ekta Kapoor.(BITCH)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is sitting on the laptop. Mum switches on the T.V. He flinches. It's that time again. He goes in to see what his eldest son is doin. Rock Music. Oh well i bet &lt;em&gt;klash-bang-klang-bang&lt;/em&gt; is better than &lt;em&gt;Kittu Sab Janti Hai.&lt;/em&gt;( Kittu Knows Everything)&lt;br /&gt;[Ha bet she does, bitch can't decide whether she has to get married and make life hell or get to work,get molested and make life hell]&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;There she is Kittu(what kinda name is kittu? Who name their kid &lt;em&gt;Kittu&lt;/em&gt;? Heck did her parents hate her when she was born or sommit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene at home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittu is on the phone with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Kittu : Raj will you meet me today after work?&lt;br /&gt;Raj : Kyon Nahi Kyon Nahi.......theatre mein tanatan nau se baara phillum lagi hai 'Roshni Ki Jawani' aati kya&lt;br /&gt;Kittu : Oh dahling really?&lt;br /&gt;Raj : Sachi! Uske baad we'll go and eat phalooda frm the roadside ice cream wala.&lt;br /&gt;Kittu : Oh i love you soooo much!!! (oh bother)&lt;br /&gt;Raj :Hamesha bolti ho I love you kabhi kuch kar ke bhi to dikhao&lt;br /&gt;Kittu: Nahi Raj mummy naa bolti hai!!&lt;br /&gt;Raj: Teri Maa Kaa!&lt;br /&gt;Kittu: Slaps Raj Thru the fone (thrice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene#2 at work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittu : Sir I finished editing the report on .................&lt;whatever&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boss as usual tries to flirt with her and wants to sleep with her. ( according to Exta Kapoor all the Bosses are trying to have sex with a female collegue everyday)&lt;br /&gt;Kittu being the Bhartiya Nari( no fellow mallu thendi's this aint in malayalam) refuses polietly.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is complaning to dad about how the Corp world works now. Dad couldn't care less. 3/4 of the women collegues where he works are gay and the rest are just ugly. Youngest son tries to change the channel. Mom slaps him again. Dad opens his mouth to protest only to get a * dont-gimme-that-shit* look. Dad gives up.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Kittu is going back home with her Boyfriend ..... but unfortunately they are having a big argument about what is more important to her in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittu : Of course I love you darling [plays with her hair. This gets quite irritating when you can actually count the dandruff falling off]&lt;br /&gt;Raj: No you dont.... YOu ... you ( this guy cant act for nuts ) [ frustrated cuz he cant act for nuts]&lt;br /&gt;you have to decide right now. [ crappy music]&lt;br /&gt;Kittu : Decide what? [ more crappy music]&lt;br /&gt;Raj : What is more imp. Me or your job!&lt;br /&gt;[ MORE CRAPPY MUSIC WITH KITTU LOOKING IN HORROR IN SLOW MO -X4 times]&lt;br /&gt;She cant answer so she goes home crying to mommieeeee..&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Back at home mom is crying in front of the T.V&lt;br /&gt;End of episode-34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is sobbin and goes to switch to Kohinoor! ( a legendary search for the Kohinoor Diamond in India)(Ekta Kapoor claims that The Kohinoor Diamond is still in India.And the one that the Brits have is a fake)&lt;br /&gt;[ yeah rite and the Amerikans Landed on the moon.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113576437735186423?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113576437735186423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113576437735186423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113576437735186423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113576437735186423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/soaps-on-indian-telly-part-ii.html' title='Soaps on Indian Telly Part  II'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113545646872676138</id><published>2005-12-25T01:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:04:07.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulous Soaps On Indian Telly!</title><content type='html'>Dateline...............8.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Its a normal Indian household.........kids sittin in front of TV watchin crap........Mom yellin at them to do their homework.........dad chillin with a newspaper..............and then it happens.................moms favorite daily soap starts.....&lt;br /&gt;all hell breaks loose...............mom,dad,kids hell even the family dog wants the remote.............finally after a few hard belan shots mom gets the remote and everyone sits down with their tails between their legs.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the Indian TV Bahu Decked up with 5 kgs of make up,jewellery and designer saree included........someone in the family has just met with an accident..........the bahu cries buckets of tears (plz note tht her eye liner,mascara et al are still in place)&lt;br /&gt;One by one she tells everyone in the house abt the accident..........they give shocked cum constipated looks of disbelief  at the camera ( every expression shown thrice in slo-mo). the whole motley crew rushes to the hospital to check on their loved one..........(Mee Mumbaikar Mee Marathoner)&lt;br /&gt;everyone in the family (rite frm the gardener to the kaamvali bai) gangs up on the doctor.....&lt;br /&gt;The doctor (who is a junior artist in a lab coat) says something to this effect, "Mubarak ho ladka hua hai!!"&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time the whole cast displays an array of constipated,wooden yet heart-rending and mind-bending expressions...........&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the script writer hurls the correct dialogue sheet at the "Doctor" the doctor then apologizes for his folly and says, "oh maaf kijiye ga.......tht was the last episodes lines........Oh yes.....heres my line for the day................Unhe dava ki nahi dua ki zaroorat hai".&lt;br /&gt;the bahu gives out a banshee scream......................"Naheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;theres thunder and lightining in the background score (Mom watchin the serial at home starts praying for the beloved character............the kids yell , "Change the stupid channel ma....." 2 tight slaps later they quieten..........even dad silently gives in )&lt;br /&gt; the whole cast rushes to the ward where the 'accident victim' is as if its a stall at a carnival............only to realise tht their loved one aint even there.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly they all realise............wait a sec our son lives in the USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;The End&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quality daily soap by ekta kapoor (boo hoo hoo wasnt it touchin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113545646872676138?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113545646872676138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113545646872676138' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113545646872676138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113545646872676138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/fabulous-soaps-on-indian-telly_25.html' title='The Fabulous Soaps On Indian Telly!'/><author><name>WiseDonkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133022732304969350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/pazza1/Donkay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113510479797277685</id><published>2005-12-21T00:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-28T17:12:42.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aree Ham Kabse Kah Rahe The Ki Daag Achee Hai -Lallu Prasad Yadav.</title><content type='html'>Bihar Driving License... -Lallu Prasad Yadav.&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;" DERIVING LICENSE APPLIKASON PHOROM "--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Please do not soot the person at the applikason kounter. He will give you the licen. If you dot know how to fill ,copy from your phriend (dost) applikason. For phurthar instructions, see bottom applikason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last name: (_) Yadav (_) Sinha (_) Pandey (_) Misra (_) Dont no (Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;2. Phust name: (_) Ramprasad (_) Lakhan (_) Sivprasad (_) Jamnaprasad (_) Dont no (Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;3. Age: (_) Less than phipty (_) Greater than phipty (_) Dont no (Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex: ____ M _____(F) _____ not sure _____not applicable&lt;br /&gt;5. Chappal Size: ____ Lepht ____ Right&lt;br /&gt;6.Occupason: (_) Politison (_) Doodhwala (_) Pehelw! aan (_) House wife (_) Un-employed (Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;7. Number of children libing in the household: ___&lt;br /&gt;8. Number that are yourj: ___&lt;br /&gt;9. Mather name: _______________________&lt;br /&gt;10. Phather Name: ____________________ (If not no,leab! e blank)&lt;br /&gt;11. Ejjucason: 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest kilass attended)&lt;br /&gt;12. Dental Rekard: (_) Ellow (_) Berownish-ellow (_) Berown (_) Belack (_) Other -__________ Give egjhakt color (Check karet box)&lt;br /&gt;13.Your thumb imparesson : ____________________________ (If you are copy! ing from another applikason pharom, pleaje do not copy thumb impression also. Pleaje provide your own thumb impression.)&lt;br /&gt;PELEAJE DO NOT USE PHINGERS OF YOUR LEGS Use thumb on your lepht hand only. If you dont have le pht hand, use your thumb on right hand. If you do not have right hand, use thumb on lepht hand. NOTE : IF YOU DONT HAVE BOTH HANDS, YOU CANNOT DERIVE. WE ARE VARY ISTRICT ABOUT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Sir.Zombie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113510479797277685?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113510479797277685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113510479797277685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113510479797277685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113510479797277685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/aree-ham-kabse-kah-rahe-ki-daag-achee.html' title='Aree Ham Kabse Kah Rahe The Ki Daag Achee Hai -Lallu Prasad Yadav.'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20023185.post-113510117506440687</id><published>2005-12-20T23:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:04:38.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are U A Mallu THENDI????........ I AM</title><content type='html'>An educational and inspiring guide on how to name your kids as if you are a Mallu Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Statutory Warning : If you are not South Indian it might be pointless reading further.&lt;br /&gt;Extra Statutory Warning : If you are a Mallu with the pride of Kerala in your loins, DO NOT read any further. It has been a well kept secret for eons, shrouded in mystery and a maze of deceit, but finally Itty Boben Jacob Elias Kuruvilla from Pazhookaville, near Kottarothumailill, Thelmasherry, Kerala, has consented to let us publish this classified Mallu formula, never put in print before and only passed on from generation to generation by word of mouth to guarantee exclusivity, on the naming of Mallu Christian kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidelines go as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Select a combination of the mother's and father's names. eg: Suresh and Gina = Suji or Joseph and Beena = Jobi.&lt;br /&gt;2. The addition of a 'mon' (meaning son) or 'mol' (meaning daughter) is optional. eg: Sujimol, Jobimon.&lt;br /&gt;3. To attach a modern anglicised feel to the names, the mol or mon can be replaced with boy or girl. eg: Jobiboy, Sushagirl.&lt;br /&gt;4. For the politically correct Keralite family, mol and mon can be replaced by the universal 'Kutty' (child), which can be used for both boys and girls eg: Jokutty, Susikutty.&lt;br /&gt;5. Even parents having combination names themselves can still give their children suitable names eg: Libi and Jobi = Lijo.&lt;br /&gt;6. However, in the scenario where the parents already have combination names that cannot form more comprehensible names eg: Itty and Amukutty, would produce only Itam (which doesn't even sound like a name) or Amit (which is too Northie sounding and stuff!!), then &lt; /DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Use an English word like Baby, Merry, Titty, Pearly, Brighty, Smiley, Anarchy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;b) Use a combination of two English names that you think sound cool (but never cool enough) like Meredith + Gina = Megi,&lt;br /&gt;or Sharon + Darlene = Sharlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Use a name from the Bible (and not Nebuchadnezzar! Use one that even Velliammachi can pronounce) like Jacob, Sam, John,&lt;br /&gt;Joseph, Mathew, or Jijo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Use a name that sounds like a cuss word but isn't. eg: Boben, Prussy, Shagi, JustinTimberlake etc.&lt;br /&gt;Note: The use of the letter 'j' is useful in the naming of siblings where names that sound alike are a novelty. Eg: Ajji, Sajji, Majji, Bhajji and Nimajji, or Sijo, Lijo, Jijo, Anjo, Panjo, Banjo.&lt;br /&gt;Not too complicated really, once you get the hang of it…&lt;br /&gt;An afterthought:&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a Mallu kid who sticks his nose into other people's business?A: &lt;strong&gt;Pokemon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/1600/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5891/1142/320/Gangue%20Team%20Crew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20023185-113510117506440687?l=sirzombie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/feeds/113510117506440687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20023185&amp;postID=113510117506440687' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113510117506440687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20023185/posts/default/113510117506440687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirzombie.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-u-mallu-thendi-i-am.html' title='Are U A Mallu THENDI????........ I AM'/><author><name>Oscar Varghese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737851744169144154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cACXTv3adQ/ScRGJNaydWI/AAAAAAAAAow/1rewsUeqchM/S220/IMGP1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
