tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49246952530258046482012-09-03T22:57:21.565+05:30Petrified Paroxysm of Blogging...Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.comBlogger356125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-17183515012374987262012-09-02T19:29:00.000+05:302012-09-03T22:52:02.815+05:302012-09-03T22:52:02.815+05:30and she never texted again.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“He was the one I was telling you about the other day.” Sarika says pointing towards me. I was waiting near the counter to pay the bill.</div>
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“…condom? That was him.” Sarika says.</div>
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The word <i>condom</i> broke her reverie.</div>
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“Condom? What condom?” Prakriti says</div>
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“The guy I told you about – he is the one. See that tall thin guy walking out?” Sarika says pointing at me.</div>
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I and Prakriti knew each other through Book Club – an arrangement which let the employees borrow books from other employees. Prakriti had taken a few days’ vacation last week and got delayed in returning my book.</div>
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I had sent a reminder message on her mobile for she wasn’t available at office. She apologized. And that’s how it started. We had started texting each other a lot and I instantly liked her.</div>
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<i> “You know what? I saw one guy buying a condom from our supermarket. I just can’t believe he bought a condom, a condom with so many guys and girls around him. I appreciate his guts.” Sarika said.</i></div>
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<i> “Really? Who? Oh my god. A lot of things are happening around us.” Prakriti says, clearly surprised. “Some people have fun in a different way. Look around. This place is like a mega-hostel with no warden, no parents, no one at all to control them. This is the best place a ‘</i>couple<i>’ can ask for. Anyway, I want to see that guy.” She winked.</i></div>
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<i> “Okay. I agree. Condom’s a bit too much. Don’t tell me you people haven’t had ‘</i>urges<i>’ when you meet him.” Prakriti teased Sarika.</i></div>
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<i> “Thank god no one rang the bell.” He said. Sarika was lying next to him in her bedroom.</i></div>
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<i> “Bell? Thank god you had a condom with you and my roommate has gone home.” She said.</i></div>
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<i> “Oh Prakriti has gone home? And the condom, my friend, Akash, bought it for me.”</i></div>
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Today, there is no money involved. No friends to persuade. Kavita, she is there, alone, 3 cubicles away. All I need to do is go say ‘Hi’. Still, I can’t. This time I do care. I do care what she would think of me. I do care what she would say, what she would tell her friends. I do care this time. Maybe it’s because of the fear of embarrassment, fear of failure. Or maybe it’s because I liked her.Above all, you need guts.</div>
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It was all coming back, like a flash-back – the day I had talked to someone, some stranger. “I will give 3000 rupees to whomever goes and talk to that girl sitting over there.” My manager had said pointing one in a group of girls sitting not more than 5 tables away from ours in the food court.It happened 4 years ago. I went and talked to her. I didn’t even know who that girl was. I didn’t care what she might think or what she might say. All I could think of was the money. I was dead nervous yet I managed to go talk to her. I was pretty sure that chances of seeing her again were very less.</div>
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Now, it’s different. I make up my mind one day and drop it the next moment. I feel it’s more like gardens. We plan to tend to them. We just always seem to put it off till next week. And to add to that, there is a common misconception among guys that beautiful girls doesn’t seem to share the enthusiasm of making friends with someone who’s hitting on them.</div>
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Kavita, she did look serious for I haven’t seen her smiling. Hope she isn’t arrogant. She is kind of modern by the way she dresses;Hindu for sure by her name; Non-vegetarian anddoesn’t look like a nerd. Being serious, not nerdy and being modern perfectly rules out all the possibilities of her not-being-arrogant. Guess she is single too. If not, well, let’s not talk about that. Mostly they tend to be on phone for a long time. I haven’t seen her oh phone at all, maybe once or twice. I heard she is social and jolly and really cool. I never dared to discuss her among my friends. People tend to be reserved when it comes to matters like this. I’m no different.</div>
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I knew I would talk to her one day and I did. Out of the blue! I didn’t give her a chance to talk. I was nervous and she was embarrassed I guess. I don’t expect to see her a lot and I’m sure I will save her some embarrassment if I don’t talk to her in front of her friends.</div>
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She wasn’t anything that I thought of. She isn’t serious. She looks gorgeous when she smiles. Maybe that’s the reason she smiles less. She is studious; hard-core vegetarian and die-hard religious. I got 4 wrongs out of 5. I don’t want to risk the last one.</div>
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She is like rains in Chennai – when it rains, it pours; when she talks, she’s wonderful. Otherwise, I just don’t exist at all.</div>
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That’s her, walking towards me. Oh God, she is beautiful. I try to look away. No. I can’t. I try to catch her eyes. She doesn't seem to notice me. She can’t miss me. No one’s around. I try to remember our first meet. It was out of the blue. She was surprised. Maybe shocked. I felt lucky in some way when she didn't take it bad. Kind of a dream come true. We did talk later. A couple of times or maybe a little more. </div>
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reCAPTCHA is a free CAPTCHA service that helps to digitize books. Millions of CAPTCHAs are solved by humans around the world every day. In each case, roughly ten seconds of human time are being spent. reCAPTCHA channels the effort spent solving CAPTCHAs online into "reading" books.</div>
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Using Optical Character Recognition, the photographically scanned book pages are transformed into text. The problem is that OCR is not perfect.</div>
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reCAPTCHA improves the process of digitizing books by sending words that cannot be read by computers to the Web in the form of CAPTCHAs for humans to decipher. More specifically, each word that cannot be read correctly by OCR is placed on an image and used as a CAPTCHA. </div>
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Here is the tricky part. If a computer can't read such a CAPTCHA, how does the system know the correct answer to the puzzle? Here’s how: They give two words instead of one – one which cannot be read correctly by OCR and the next word for which the answer is already known. The user is then asked to read both words. If they solve the one for which the answer is known, the system assumes their answer is correct for the new one. </div>
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I enter the word ‘(Humphrey’ correctly but not the next. In this case, it will be still considered correct but it would not take it for granted. The system then gives the new image to a number of other people to determine, with higher confidence, whether the original answer was correct.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 78%;">Ref: <a href="http://www.google.com/recaptcha" target="_blank">reCAPTCHA</a> / <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ReCAPTCHA" target="_blank">WIKI</a></span></div>
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Yes, that’s the first thing that comes to my mind when I come across a CAPTCHA. Until recently, I was completely against CAPTCHA. Maybe because I found it really difficult to identify the words or letters or numbers.</div>
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Have you ever thought why did they even bring this concept? I hadn’t too, until yesterday when my friend gave me a short (but wonderful) lecture on CAPTCHA. I always thought CAPTCHA is a word, similar to ‘WHATCHA’. CAPTCHA is the acronym for <b>C</b>ompletely <b>A</b>utomated <b>P</b>ublic <b>T</b>uring test to tell <b>C</b>omputers and <b>H</b>umans <b>A</b>part.</div>
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Consider the ‘Comments’ section on your blog. There are two ‘fields’ there. One is a text box where you can enter your ‘comment’ and another is a ‘Publish’ button. There are only two steps involved in this process. 1. Enter comments in the textbox. 2. Hit ‘Publish’. It’s child’s play for a computer freak to program these. I mean, to open your blog, select ‘comments’ link, enter some text and hit submit. Think of it if he runs this loop a million times? A million comments for your blog. Wow! That’s something good, isn’t it? ;)</div>
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Okay. Think if he is doing this on an email registration page. A million user ID’s and passwords with no one actually using it. They can do this with any permutation and combination of alphabets and numbers ranging different lengths. So when you try to create a user id or any user id, all you see is ‘user id already exists’.</div>
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CAPTCHAs are designed to be easy for a computer to generate, but difficult for a computer to solve, so that if a correct solution is received, it can be presumed to have been entered by a human. CAPTCHAs have many applications for security which includes – preventing comment spams in blogs, protecting website registrations, online polls, and most importantly, to prevent dictionary attacks<b>*</b>.</div>
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<b>PS:</b> I found the topic interesting. Thought I will write about it here. Hope its informative.
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I wear a Tissot. I use a Samsung Galaxy S3. I have 2 Apple iPods - one Touch & one Classic. One Bang & Olufsen earphones (and many other stuffs). I bought all these with my money. I'm not boasting about myself. I've always been extravagant and will always be. Though I'm not taking any credit for that.</div>
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I rarely think about money when I want to buy something for myself or my family. I do think when I'm spending money for someone else. It's my money and I've the right to think and will continue to do so. I've never stopped spending money for them though not in the same way I spend for myself. Even so, how can that be counted for a miser? </div>
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I'm not spending money for them the way I spend for myself and so I'm a miser? What the heck? I didn't stop spending money or I'm not saving money in any bank account or anywhere else for that matter.</div>
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I have been reading a lot of books lately. And I just finished the book - Line of Vision by David Ellis. I thought I will soon write something about this book before I forget the details. After all I've been (wanting &) waiting for something to write on my blog.</div>
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Whenever I hear 'Legal Thrillers', I always thought of John Grisham and I never liked him. I've read a couple of books of his and hated both. So, I never wanted to read Legal Thrillers anymore. And then I started watching an English Series - Boston Legal. Its a courtroom dracomedy - combination of drama and comedy. And that's how I got back to legal thrillers, <i>Non</i>-Grisham books though ;)</div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I’ve been thinking a lot these days about scribbling something here. I never got anything or any topic to write about. I once asked my friend to suggest some topic to write about and she told me to write about Girl-Friends. I don’t know what she meant by just saying Girl-Friend, like, my girl-friend or girl-friends in general. Its way out of my league anyway. Also I don’t want to be reminded of things that I’m learning to forget.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm in Hyderabad now. It's a nice place. I always thought ‘Hyderabad? Oh My God! It’s hot there.’ But no. It’s not so hot except for summer. Singapore township is a wonderful place to stay for those who are working in Infosys. ;) But there is no place like home or home town. I can’t wait to go back to Cochin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I’m not sure what to do next. I mean, in life. After watching Saina Nehwal winning Bronze and Kashyap’s losing in Quarter Finals, I wanted to go into Badminton. I mean I’m not a wonderful player. But I just love the game. After watching Boston Legal, I wanted to become a lawyer. After listening to Buddha Bar’s Secret love, I wanted to become a violinist. I have no idea what would become of my life. My roomies, only-2-year-experienced-and-yet-fucked-up-software-engineers, planning to go for MBA. They are tired of IT. Think of me guys. I’ve been into IT for as long as I can remember. I can’t even write with a pen properly now.</span></div>
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<br />So, anyway, I hope you guys will pray for me. Also please help me in finding topics to write. :P I dont understand how you people keep updating your blogs almost every alternate day. I feel jealous. I havent read most of the blogs which I follow. Though I used to see the updated blogs on my blogroll. Red Handed, she keeps coming with new and interesting topics. MSM, she is busy solving mysteries. Maithili, no news about her. Chandana, she is busy showing off her wardrobe. All of them, all of them has something or the other to write and I'm jealous.
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<br />I've been reading a few books lately. Randamoozham by M.T Vasudevan Nair (which is a Malayalam novel), The White Tiger, A Prisoner Of Birth, Catch 22, Rage of Angels, Count of Monte Cristo, etc etc. Completed a few of them.
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<br />Sorry for not reading and commenting your blogs. I dont know. I just dont feel like blogging these days. Lot of things happening around me and I'm just ignorant. Bliss!
<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-4608429001457101310?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-67138066034090888522011-07-15T16:34:00.004+05:302011-07-15T16:49:27.445+05:302011-07-15T16:49:27.445+05:30copy-pasted.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/11761"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mxPp0WPLmSk/TiAg3mVn9WI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jwPmHVMwpak/s400/11761_2407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629535673769260386" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">No matter how close two people are, an infinite distance separates them.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/terry">Terry Eaton</a> / <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/11761">Image</a> / <a href="http://www.buttonmonkey.com/">Website</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: tahoma, arial, hevetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-6713806603409088852?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-87316514661529814622011-07-05T12:12:00.008+05:302011-07-05T15:08:50.835+05:302011-07-05T15:08:50.835+05:30idea is good. but nose is mine.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/857113"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOTyzxQvvls/ThK6Eh97UVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/gIjeLq2x5Mc/s400/857113_48702562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625763471539523922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I still remember the incident for it was the first time I played cricket with a stitch ball. I was fielding very close to the batsman and I was obviously nervous. And then, out of the blue, the ball hit my face. I turned around and fell down. I could not see anything for a few seconds.<br /><br />I stood up and touched my cheeks. I could not even feel my cheeks. I felt something wet on my fingers. Blood! From my nose. I was breathing blood.<br /><br />I ran to my room and stared into the mirror. No, nothing has happened except blood was flowing as if I opened a water tap. My friends took me to a doctor and luckily there was no bone injury. I was happy that I was breathing air with the same nose.<br /><br />Its only next day that I noticed. My nose has bent a little. To the right or left, I don't remember. But I was certain that my nose was not in proper condition as it was two days before. I could feel a small 'hump' on my nose. I convinced myself of having a 'crooked nose'.<br /><br />I had to get rid of it. Desperately. And then it striked me.<br /><br />I took a small hammer. And I felt stupid of the idea of hitting my nose with a hammer to set it straight. It was not that stupid as long as no one is watching me. I patted my nose a couple of times staring into the mirror but it didn't help. I needed support - support for my nose, I mean.<br /><br />I supported my nose on the edge of a table and I patted again. No. Not working. Okay. Last try. I hit my nose hard. Just once. And I went blind.<br /><br />Wow! I felt I'm the stupidest person alive on the planet.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/sundstrom">Lars Sundstrom</a> / <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/857113">Image</a> / <a href="http://www.rgbstock.com/gallery/sundstrom">Website</a></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-8731651466152981462?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-64010530943781466692011-06-30T00:13:00.004+05:302011-06-30T11:43:33.863+05:302011-06-30T11:43:33.863+05:30read between the lines.<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" >'I don't have anymore pics. Honestly.'</span><div><br /></div><div>What can the above sentence mean?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-6401053094378146669?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-46703364296722900612011-06-16T16:55:00.004+05:302011-06-16T17:07:03.809+05:302011-06-16T17:07:03.809+05:30bored to death and need help.<div style="text-align: justify;">Guys, I need help.<br /><br />Could you please suggest me some good novels to read? I got no work to do in office and I don't know what to do. Thought I will read some books.<br /><br />I've been researching but I was not successful in coming up with some good novels. Would you mind to suggest some? I like psychological thrillers, murder mysteries, revenge, serial killers, suspense thrillers and maybe humor also.<br /><br />I don't like romance, sci-fi, fantasies, horror, biographies. Please help me, will you?<br /><br />Thanks.<br /><br />PS: Sorry for the stupid post. I don't know. I was like, thinking and didn't know what to do. And I thought I'll ask my fellow bloggers. :)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-4670336429672290061?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-67821055202295330732011-06-13T15:54:00.004+05:302011-06-13T16:08:57.345+05:302011-06-13T16:08:57.345+05:30best friend can be your best enemy - 4<div style="text-align: justify;">November 6th 2007 4:00 PM<br /><br />Kiran: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Uncle, you wanted proof huh?</span><br />Dad: What is that you need, Kiran?<br />Kiran: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Listen to this first…</span><br /><br />He took his mobile and played a sound clip…<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kiran: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Hey, how are you?</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Asha: <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I’m fine. </span></span><br /><br />Dad was stunned to hear Asha’s voice. He didn’t utter a word and kept listening.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">K: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">How’s Anoop doing? Is he calling you these days? </span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A: <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">He had called me before you called. He is doing good.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">K: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Okay. Tell me, how much do you love him?</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A: <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I don’t know. I love him so much that I can’t think of missing him.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">K: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">But he scolds you a lot.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A: <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Yes, that happens. Even I scold him a lot, if he talks to Anjali. Hehe…</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">K: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">So, are you planning for register marriage?</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A: <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I don’t know if he will agree for that. I’m ready for anything though. I need to tell him about that...</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">K: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Hmmm…</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A: <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Hey, what’s that sound?</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">K: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Oh…wait. That happens when-</span></span><br /><br />Kiran: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Now, what do you say Uncle?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PS:</span> Kiran wanted evidence to prove the affair between Asha and Anoop. He called Asha and started a conversation. He himself brought the topic of 'Register Marriage' and he cut the call. He called back a minute later so that he can record the conversation and started as if its a <span style="font-style: italic;">new</span> call and not as a <span style="font-style: italic;">continuation</span> of the previous call. 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He just wants to hear it from you.</span><br />A: What are you talking about? There is nothing between me and her.<br />R: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">He has got proof.</span><br />A: What?<br />D: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Don’t make-</span><br />A: I don’t love her.<br />R: <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">He has proof. Anoop, look, he will agree this. He just wants to hear it from you. Just say the truth. He talked to Asha and she has confessed. That’s the reason he is asking you. </span><br />A: I need to talk to Asha. I want to hear it from her.<br />D: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><<span style="font-weight: bold;">SLAAPP</span>> GET OUT OF HERE. I WILL KILL YOU IF I EVER HAPPEN TO SEE YOU AGAIN.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>November 2nd 2007<br /><br />Dad meets Kiran.<br /><br />Kiran: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Uncle?</span><br />Dad: I talked to Anoop and also to Asha. What’s your interest in making any relation between Anoop and Asha?<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">My interest? </span><br />D: Yes, I heard its you who is spreading the rumor that Anoop and Asha is having an affair.<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Spreading the news? It’s not me. </span><br />Dad: I talked to Renjith, Dileep, Karthick, Rahul, Sachin, Bijoy and everyone I could get a hold of and they all said it’s you. You son of a bitch! <<span style="font-weight: bold;">SLAP</span>><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-1210159744476894873?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-58000405795262142142011-06-11T11:19:00.009+05:302011-06-11T12:03:08.381+05:302011-06-11T12:03:08.381+05:30best friend can be your best enemy - 2November 4th 2007<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Kiran: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">How are you Asha? How’s everything going? Are you people still fighting?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Asha: Haha…hey that happens with lovers you see. Find a girlfriend for yourself. You will know.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Hmmm…I can understand you people are still fighting a lot. Don’t you have any plans to get married? Or do you want to get married to him?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A: Of course. I love him. I want him to marry me. He wants too.<br /></div>K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">You think your parents will agree?</span><br />A: My dad will agree I’m sure. No idea about mom. Let’s see.<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Why don’t you guys think of a register marriage?</span><br />A: Hmmm…that’s the last resort.<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Hey, I will call you in a minute.</span><br /><br />A minute later…<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" >Hey, how are you?</span><br />A: I’m fine.<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">How’s Anoop doing? Is he calling you</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> these days? </span><br />A: He had called me before you called. He is doing good.<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Okay. Tell me, how much</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> do you love him?</span><br />A: I don’t know. I love him so much that I can’t think of missing him.<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">But he scolds </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">you a lot.</span><br />A: Yes, that happens. Even I scold him a lot, if he talks to Anjali. Hehe…<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">So, are you planning for</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> register marriage?</span><br />A: I don’t know if he will agree for that. I’m ready for anything though. I need to tell him about that...<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Hmmm…</span><br />A: Hey, what’s that sound?<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Oh…wait. That happens when I’m talking and charging at the same time. Don’t bother. I took it off.</span><br />A: Oh…okay. No problem. I just asked.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-5800040579526214214?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-61723089822767206532011-06-10T11:50:00.005+05:302011-06-10T12:40:44.072+05:302011-06-10T12:40:44.072+05:30best friend can be your best enemy.<div style="text-align: justify;">Let me confess the fact that what you are about to read could (or could not) be a fiction (or a non-fiction). You are not going to believe me anyway.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Those days…<br /><br />Kiran: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Hey, what happened? I saw 14 missed calls from you. Is there any problem?</span><br />Asha: Yes, Anoop scolded me and he does that all the time. He is getting on my nerve these days. I don’t know what to do.<br />K:<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> Hey, he loves you a lot. Don’t get worried about him.</span><br />A: I know he loves me and all that but he gets too possessive about me and I hate that.<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Hmm… I understand. Guys usually get possessive. You know how guys are.</span><br />A: I love him. I didn’t say I don’t. It’s just that…I don’t know. You know he told me not to talk to you also. He doesn’t like my having best friends and saying everything to you.<br />K: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Oh…I didn’t know he asked you not to talk to me also. He is fine when he talks to me.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />***<br /><br /></div>Anoop: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Hey Ash, what have you been doing all this while? I didn’t even see a single message of yours. Got busy with your friends huh?</span><br />Asha: Oh please Anoop…don’t start all over.<br />Anoop: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">So, talked to Kiran? How’s he doing?</span><br />Asha: How’s your best friend Anjali doing? No news about her lately.<br />Anoop:<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> See, you don’t have to bring Anjali into this. She is my friend and mine alone. Kiran is not someone like Anjali. He is a mutual friend.</span><br />Asha: So what? Who cares? He is my BEST FRIEND. I WILL TALK TO HIM.<br />Anoop: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Why are you shouting? Who asked you not to talk? You can. You always can. But you don’t have to tell him everything. That won’t do us any good. </span><br />Asha: I don’t think so. I can’t help it. To me, he is just like Anjali is to you.<br />Anoop:<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> You can’t trust someone blindly. I know him better than you do.</span><br />Asha: Whatever.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-6172308982276720653?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-63858465500156746902011-06-03T21:37:00.003+05:302011-06-03T21:42:00.794+05:302011-06-03T21:42:00.794+05:30even i can write stories.<div style="text-align: justify;">OK. Let me confess the fact that this post is a fiction.<br /><br />I was getting so bored one day when I was sitting in the office – no work to do, yet a critical resource. I thought I’ll make some friends. I’ve an option to use some ‘Happy Hours’ in my office where I get to access commercial websites.<br /><br />And then, I found this girl to chat with. I first sent a very casual email though I never expected a reply. Girls don’t reply to emails from strangers, you see. And then, just like I said, there was no reply. You know how guys behave when they find a girl. I sent another email, this time apologizing. Nope, she didn’t fall for that too. I underestimated this girl. I sent another email saying – even your best friends were strangers to you some day, just like I’m now.<br /><br />I got a reply. And I replied and she replied and I replied and it went on and on. The first day we exchanged 28 emails. I didn’t have any bad intentions though. I knew she didn’t trust me enough as you can’t trust anyone online. Emails became continuous and then I invited her to chat. She accepted and then we chatted for hours and hours everyday. One day, I asked her mobile number and never expected she would respond the way she did. After all, it’s just a number. But it’s her mobile number. I wanted to talk to her. <span style="font-style: italic;">Desperately</span>. I found a work-around. I gave her <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> number.<br /><br />She got busy and we didn’t chat for a few days. One day I got a text message from an unknown number saying it was her number and she would come online after sometime. I suddenly replied saying ‘Now you trust me enough to share your mobile number, huh?’<br /><br />Okay. Now, that was the start. We stopped chatting and started messaging. And then we talked. I wanted more. I wanted her to sing and she did. See, human beings are desperate. They are not happy with what they already have. Now that I got her number, I wanted to see her. And then I saw her, she saw me and blah blah blah...<br /><br />I’m a dumbass when it comes to ‘flirting’. I didn’t mean to say she was an expert but we got close enough to compliment each other saying about our good qualities (if that can be called flirting). We were getting closer day by day. We wanted to chat always. I wanted her to keep in touch with me thru messages. Chatting, telephoning, emailing, flirting, possessiveness, love, like, this that… Just like you can imagine how couples would be.<br /><br />But no, we haven’t proposed each other yet but we were sure that we loved each other. At least we don’t mind loving each other if not we haven’t loved each other as yet. I happened to be one of the good guys she happened to meet and after 89 thoughtful days she decided to say it first.<br /><br />‘Hey, I want to tell you something so very important.’ She said.<br />‘What?’ I enquired.<br />‘Marry Me.’<br />‘WHAT?’ I was shocked.<br />‘I mean, listen to that song. It’s nice!’<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PS:</span> So, I had nothing to do for the whole day at office and the idea of making a new friend, messaging, talking, flirting tempted me to write this post. :D<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-6385846550015674690?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-56173760722794927442011-05-10T16:06:00.004+05:302011-05-10T16:18:41.863+05:302011-05-10T16:18:41.863+05:30way2sms or fullonsms?<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/750770"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBViry1lnP8/TckW7tiyLXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ejGouPmjZT0/s400/750770_72958706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605036426332876146" border="0" /></a><br />Way2SMS is thousand times better than Fullonsms though it provides an additional 20 characters than way2sms.<br /><br />FULLONSMS SUCKS! SUCKS TO THE CORE!<br /><br />PS: I don't know your experience with these 2 websites. Please share if you don't mind. Thanks.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/maare6">Maare Liiv</a> / <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/750770">Image</a></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-5617376072279492744?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-40410005992227792002011-05-08T18:58:00.004+05:302011-05-08T19:26:17.536+05:302011-05-08T19:26:17.536+05:30most spontaneous blogger award.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SV_vXNvYA3c/TcagmIuor0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/16sEEU2IYKc/s1600/Blog%2BAward.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SV_vXNvYA3c/TcagmIuor0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/16sEEU2IYKc/s400/Blog%2BAward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604343363347722050" /></a></div><blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">First of all, I would like to apologize to <a href="http://mysticalskepticalme.blogspot.com/">MSM</a> for being so late to take up the award. Her last resort was to let me know that she would give the award to some blogger I hated the most :D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Second of all, I would like to thank, again, <a href="http://mysticalskepticalme.blogspot.com/">MSM</a> for giving the award. She also wants me to answer three questions while I claim the award.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>1. Which is your favorite weather and why?</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The moment she gave this award, I informed her that this question is tough. You really got to change the question MSM. Please... :D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>2. What are you three favorite tourist destinations you would want to go to, before you die?</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">London, Mexico and Monaco. Don't ask me the reasons why I want to visit those places. I have heard about these places and I have seen a lot of pics of my friends. I feel these places are worth visiting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>3. Name your three most read blogs.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/2011/04/aka-ninu.html">a.k.a ninu</a>, <a href="http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/2011/03/bitter-truth.html">no comments</a>, and <a href="http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-all-about-perception.html">its all about perception</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, <a href="http://mysticalskepticalme.blogspot.com/">MSM</a>, linking you back. :P And No. I don't want to give this award to anyone. I'm selfish. I want to keep it with myself. :D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>PS:</b> MSM is an artist too. She made this pic herself.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-4041000599222779200?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-18072657298897571662011-04-30T12:56:00.006+05:302011-04-30T13:26:43.631+05:302011-04-30T13:26:43.631+05:30Many Many Happy Returns.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1163978"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s8DZq2OhHGQ/Tbu9hUKh2oI/AAAAAAAAAbE/SjoVP9yz7js/s400/1163978_37406429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601278941611547266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When I met this girl, I never thought I will be writing a blog-post about her on her birthday. I'm happy for a friend like her. I want to write a lot about her. I don't want to reveal her identity though. All I will say is, she is unique and one hell of a friend.<br /><br />Many Many Happy Returns On Your Birthday. May you have all happiness in this world and may all your dreams come true.<br /><br />Hey, you arent supposed to spend too much time online. Go study for your exams.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/salsoul">Coffy</a> / <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1163978">Image</a> / <a href="http://www.coffy.net/">Website</a></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-1807265729889757166?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-19518866654576231522011-04-26T18:59:00.004+05:302011-04-26T19:31:09.759+05:302011-04-26T19:31:09.759+05:30tag!<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, I’m it! I have been tagged by <a href="http://dilkibaatblogkesaath.blogspot.com/">Always Happy</a> of <a href="http://dilkibaatblogkesaath.blogspot.com/">Dil ki Baat, Blog ke Saath</a>! The basic rules of this tag is that I have to answer honestly the following whacky questions that he has come up with.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">1. If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?</span><br /><br />Way back in 2007, He asked me the most important question of my life and I answered 'No'. I wish I could go back to that moment and shout 'YES'.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">2. What movie or TV character you think you resemble most in personality?</span><br /><br />I have no idea. Sorry :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">3. What movie or TV character would you really like to be like?</span><br /><br />Shah Rukh Khan in Baazigar! Wow!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">4. If you could push one person in the whole world off a cliff and get away with it, who would it be?</span><br /><br />Someone who did hurt me a lot.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">5. Name one habit you want to change in yourself.</span><br /><br />My arrogance.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">6. Describe yourself in one word.</span><br /><br />Sensitive.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">7. Describe the person who named you in this meme in one word.</span><br /><br />Friendly.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">8. Why do you blog? Answer in one sentence.</span><br /><br />I started blogging to make money out of adSense. Then when I started to writing, I felt its not about making money. Its soemthing more. And I love it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">9. Name at least 3 people to send this meme to then inform them.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://mysticalskepticalme.blogspot.com/">MSM</a>, <a href="http://reigningwanderer.blogspot.com/">Alcina</a>, and <a href="http://anuglyhead.blogspot.com/">Red</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">10. Link back to the person who tagged you in this meme.</span><br /><br />Thanks a lot <a href="http://dilkibaatblogkesaath.blogspot.com/">Always Happy</a>! Sorry for being late. :)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-1951886665457623152?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-27318699471581770992011-04-14T22:55:00.004+05:302011-04-14T23:25:25.984+05:302011-04-14T23:25:25.984+05:30rule of nature.<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/479398"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-O_wUbWj7Q/Tac0GL3TZ5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/3bxBZ94EBKE/s400/479398_53970472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595498342899738514" border="0" /></a><br />God would not punish you for a mistake someone else did.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/green_trim">Luke Gamson</a> / <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/479398">Image</a></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-2731869947158177099?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-37672818482498133452011-04-12T21:54:00.003+05:302011-04-12T22:07:01.133+05:302011-04-12T22:07:01.133+05:30time less (on) tuesday.<div style="text-align: justify;">Oops. No time to write.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PS</span>: I used to wonder 'what the hell is that all about?' when I see posts like 'Wordless Wednesday', 'Thursday Challenge' and all that. I thought I would start something new. Time less (on) Tuesday!<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PPS</span>: This post is meant to be funny. OMG! No time. Bye.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-3767281848249813345?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924695253025804648.post-18894431006040090982011-04-11T12:28:00.014+05:302011-04-11T15:48:00.130+05:302011-04-11T15:48:00.130+05:30a.k.a ninu.<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEjX2ukS8qU/TaLEMKdSC2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DDekgZpJuEU/s1600/356840_6783.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEjX2ukS8qU/TaLEMKdSC2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DDekgZpJuEU/s400/356840_6783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594249400392223586" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, I'm done with my 10 days research. I think many people who were reading my blog for the past 10 days might be wondering what I'm talking about. In <a href="http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/2011/03/bitter-truth.html">one of my previous post</a>, I had said 'guys' follow / comment a blog if the author is a girl, no matter how good the content is.<br /><br /><a href="http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-on-31-march-2011.html">As on March 31 2011</a>, I had 37 followers and the average number of comments on my blog was 7 or 8 max. Now, since I changed my name to 'Ninu', I've got 49 followers and average number of comments is 15 minimum. And not just that. This stupid research helped me with something else too.<br /><br />I'm sorry for those who actually commented and followed my blog thinking I'm Ninu. I didn't mean to offend or cheat you people.<br /><br />I'm more than happy that I got a few new friends. One of them is very nice, one of them is very beautiful, one of them is very sarcastic, one of them just look for grammar mistakes in what we type, one of them is very professional, one of them is very childish, one of them writes poems about love though she is not in love, one of them is very young though she writes matured, and so on.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4-YkMiSQLM/TaLEMDZ8b3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/CMWbcLNT9Vo/s1600/1179335_14416680.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4-YkMiSQLM/TaLEMDZ8b3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/CMWbcLNT9Vo/s400/1179335_14416680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594249398499176306" border="0" /></a><br />I would like to thank <a href="http://anuglyhead.blogspot.com/">Red</a> for her valuable suggestions. I think she got irritated the first time she knew the idea but I'm glad she gave me the bravest of all suggestions. I thank <a href="http://myblogmyviews-gowthami.blogspot.com/">Gowthami</a> for deleting my comments which I wrote on her blog, thanks to <a href="http://myjourney89.blogspot.com/">Ash</a> for she understood what I'm up to. Many thanks to <a href="http://mysticalskepticalme.blogspot.com/">MSM</a> for she gave me an award though she took it back later. I hope you will give me some award some day. Thanks to <a href="http://reigningwanderer.blogspot.com/">Alcina</a> and <a href="http://luv2livlyf.blogspot.com/">Pria</a> for they supported me. Thanks to <a href="http://dilkibaatblogkesaath.blogspot.com/">Always Happy</a> for she too supported me and eagerly waited for the results.<br /><br />I just can't imagine if I earned 12 new followers in 10 days, what will be the case of those (girls) who have been blogging since years? ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PS:</span> Many of you might be wondering if I'm following a blog just because the author is a girl. Yes, to be very honest. I guess I follow a couple of blogs (or more, I have no idea). I don't mind saying it here. I love to say the truth.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Credit (for girl's profile pic): <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/lusi">Sanja Gjenero</a> / <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1210354">Image</a><br />Photo Credit (first pic): <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/vign">Daniel Heitz</a> / <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/356840">Image</a> / <a href="http://dnlhtz.de/">Website</a><br />Photo Credit (second pic): <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/octavioags">Octavio Lopez</a> / <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1179335">Image</a></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924695253025804648-1889443100604009098?l=mylifesuxbigtym.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05196910207867357913noreply@blogger.com39