<?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-15414572</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:49:52.920-08:00</updated><category term='you'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Head Boy'/><category term='Ruud'/><category term='Manchester United'/><category term='Reading..'/><category term='sucks'/><category term='my home'/><category term='My School'/><category term='My head'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Maiden'/><category term='The oh so interesting life of Keshav Rajendran'/><category term='Cristiano Ronaldo'/><category term='Glory Glory'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='board exams'/><category term='Paul Scholes'/><title type='text'>A Lunatic's view of the freeeeeeeeee world!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Some people believe that this isnt just a blog. Some people think its better than the Holy Bible..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4441567449065237654</id><published>2009-02-09T23:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:42:58.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Only the Good Die Young&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sanstav Paul first in the fourth standard. It was one of those times when you had an extra place in your bench and you let the new guy sit next to you. I thank God that the place next to me was empty at that point.I have shared many moments with him. He taught me a lot - ranging from airplanes, to warships to respect. I remember the time he invited me to watch the Air Show during Navy Week. When you're in your sixth grade, its something very exciting to be up at the tower when the entire thing happens. Sanstav was always an airplane freak. I think I learnt to spell airplane thanks to him. I was so lost in this area. When I met him, in Chennai, it was after 7 years nearly. We were still in touch, and he still was talking about airplanes and the aeronautic sector in general to me. I was not at all surprised by this. It took me back a long way. I'm happy to remember that when we were in Chennai, I was in the auto with him till his place, cause he didn't know the way. It wasn't the longest of reunions, short, but it was absolutely thrilling to see your friend again.Sanstav Paul epitomizes the phrase "An Ideal Son". He was academically brilliant, athletically gifted, musically talented (he used to play the guitar for a bit, I never asked him about that) and had a lot of respect for the people around him and the people who looked after him. He was an ace at badminton, despite which he scored a 95% + in his tenth boards, after which he took off to Singapore for his further education. I cherish every single memory that I have with him and am sorry from the bottom of my heart, that I forgot to wish him on his birthday. Happy belated birthday man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee&lt;br /&gt;Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;&lt;br /&gt;For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow&lt;br /&gt;Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.&lt;br /&gt;From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be&lt;br /&gt;Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow&lt;br /&gt;And soonest our best men with thee do go&lt;br /&gt;Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.&lt;br /&gt;Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,&lt;br /&gt;And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,&lt;br /&gt;And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well&lt;br /&gt;And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?&lt;br /&gt;One short sleep past, we wake eternally,&lt;br /&gt;And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Notes - 29th December 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4441567449065237654?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4441567449065237654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4441567449065237654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4441567449065237654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4441567449065237654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-good-die-young-i-met-sanstav-paul.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-7977206731300202400</id><published>2008-09-12T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:46:58.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm coming home again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE I AM.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. I'm here. At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I missed a train, big deal. I'm very proud of myself for catching the next one out. And moreover, travelling in Unreserved, in a compartment filled with sweaty men. And a couple of drunk guys as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-7977206731300202400?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/7977206731300202400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=7977206731300202400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/7977206731300202400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/7977206731300202400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-coming-home-again-and-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-1813164285919782388</id><published>2008-08-19T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:41:11.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its been quite some time since I visited my own blog, over a month I believe, which is not good for you, because you have been denied wisdom from the only source that ever provided it free of cost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to this mood of missing school yknow. I think everyone goes through this phase when they realise that school was about 5 million times better than college. In spite of the increased freedom one experiences in college, you realise that school was much better. Even though I study in a boys college (Shudder) I dont think my views are biased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im sure most people of my batch are missing school. Of course, this is also because we were a really cool bunch of people. Everyone was different. You had noni who was the nerd, Meghna giving her good competition, Miccu and K managing to scrape through, Aaby doing well through his last minute preps, Rachith nerding away, and then Nishanth, Adarsh and me bringing up the rear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aside from our brilliant academic performances, there are so many incidents which happened in school which I would love to re live. For example, the time when Adarsh fell down while playing football, and then fell down again when he tried to stand up. How much me and Nishanth laughed. We still laugh at him, of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then who can forget the time Elsy maam asked Tapan whether it was Conjunction or Disjunction and he stood up and said, "Injection".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thing I miss the most about school is football. Playing football on the basketball court (5 a side) when it rained. Playing those stupid 12 A versus 12 C bet matches.. and all the other ridiculous bet matches..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-1813164285919782388?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/1813164285919782388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=1813164285919782388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/1813164285919782388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/1813164285919782388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-6941111547074328854</id><published>2008-07-01T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:18:49.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June National Conference 2008 - Pondicherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, after much anxiety, uncertainty, and risk, we headed off in the direction of Pondicherry the day the Netherlands got thumped by Russia. I think it would be interesting for you to note that we started loading the van with stuff only AFTER the game. After maneuvering the van for some 1 hour in krishna's house, we finally started loading the stuff onto the van. It was heavy and most of us had aching backs after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this, most of the other small incidents are not worth knowing. So I shall just head to the chase. We reached the venue by lunchtime me thinks. It was quite an eventful ride, mostly spent listening to music and sleeping, the best way one can enjoy a road journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to go into each and every detail of this conference. It was kick ass, probably from a delegate's point of view. But fortunately, or unfortunately, I wasnt one of them. I just killed time at the OC Stall asking people what they wanted, listening to people tell me they wanted Strepsils (which incidentally was sold out in all the medical shops around the venue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was different experiencing a conference as an OC Member, enjoyably in some ways, not enjoyable in a lot of ways, where we had to listen to people tell us they locked their keys in the room. Well, people, what you should do is CALL RECEPTION!!! I am not a locksmith. I've been wanted to say this for quite sometime, but I have been refraining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from some screw ups on the part of the sound system and the projectors, I think most of the conference went on quite smoothly. This fact may seem surprising to you, but Govinda night was probably the best party of this conference. No you are not suffering from visual impairment, I said Govinda night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all the people who attended JNC. I really enjoyed myself. I didnt realise it during the conference, only after it. But hey, happy late realisation I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/15414572-6941111547074328854?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/6941111547074328854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=6941111547074328854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/6941111547074328854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/6941111547074328854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-national-conference-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5579236419825833221</id><published>2008-06-15T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T04:50:35.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All future football related entries will find its way to www.nedvedrocks.blogspot.com. Please visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5579236419825833221?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5579236419825833221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5579236419825833221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5579236419825833221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5579236419825833221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-future-football-related-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4898710980218919557</id><published>2008-06-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:39:36.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time for a wake up Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eusebio, Portuguese footballing legend has just told the world that Ronaldo will rule the world. I do not doubt Eusebio's quality as a player, I would be one of the last few people to do that. After all, it was pretty much Eusebio versus Real Madrid, at a time when Real Madrid housed players like Puskas and Di Stefano.  And Eusebio came out at the better end. Ferenc Puskas became one of the few players to score a hat trick in the Champions League Final and lose (or is he the only one, most likely, but I am not so sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, for all his footballing talent, he has no idea what he's saying. Maybe he is trying to boost the Portuguese side's confidence. If this is the case, I forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is otherwise, I respectfully disagree Eusebio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo, according to Eamon Dunphy "has gifts, but has no talent". I agree. You see him do his fancy stepovers when there is absolutely no one around him. What is the point? Of course, he also does it against the defenders of Watford, but then again, its almost as if no one is around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 23-year old can now add ‘The Black Pearl’ to his list of supporters, with the 56-year old telling Reuters: “Ronaldo has nothing to prove to anyone, he has proved his talent by being the top scorer in England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He has proved it by winning the Premier League, by winning the Champions League, with Manchester United.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now he is here in the national team but it is different. He is part of the group, it's not Cristiano plus 10, it's not about him, it's about the team of 11 players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That group mentality is good and good for him. He can concentrate on the football and it helps keep his feet on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He can become the best player in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rubbish. He can never become the best player in the world. He's a lousy cheat who dives at the slightest physical contact. If he doesnt want to play a contact sport, he should play badminton, or practice diving for the Olympics. He has already proved his capabilities in diving on the football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never see Eusebio do that. You would never see Cruyff do that, nor would you see Maradona or Zidane do that. To call Ronaldo the greatest player in the world, you are comparing him to people of this calibre. People who can change a game within the blink of an eyelid. He is not in this league, nor will he ever be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo is selfish. He plays for personal glory and not for the good of the team. I quote Eusebio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now he is here in the national team but it is different. He is part of the group, it's not Cristiano plus 10, it's not about him, it's about the team of 11 players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That group mentality is good and good for him. He can concentrate on the football and it helps keep his feet on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, in this message, I think Eusebio himself is telling Ronaldo to play with the team. Eusebio says it was Ronaldo + 10 with United. It certainly was. And now he's telling him to play with the team. So this makes me feel that Eusebio's statement was to boost the Portuguese team's morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sir Alex Ferguson, 10 Premier League Medals, 2 Champions League Medals and 5 FA Cup Medals, still thinks that Ronaldo is bigger than the team. He's okay with the fact that Ronaldo is scoring goals and his team are winning. So am I! United winning, makes me happy no doubt. But Ferguson is not securing the team's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is being selfish. He has only 3 years left to go (or so he claims, but for convenience sake let us assume that he's leaving after 3 years). All he wants to do in those 3 years are to win as many trophies as he can. He wants Ronaldo because Ronaldo, for all his selfishness, can win you games against the weaker teams. He's got Scholes, Rooney and Giggs to win him the games against the larger teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo, by taking 40397609 shots against say, Wigan, will score twice. Now taking so many shots does not necessarily mean that all his shots are on target, or the fact that he is in any position to score when he takes these shots. Ferguson needs these kind of players to win him these matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Ferguson sell Van Nistelrooy? After a trophyless season (I really dont call the Carling Cup a trophy, no offence to the Tottenham fans), Ferguson himself wasnt sure of his own future. Would he get sacked? He realised the team's dependence on Van Nistelrooy for goals. He sold him. The result? They won the Premier League!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely disgusting that a manager of Ferguson's level should be so petty as to only think of himself, and of course his lovely Portuguese assistant, Carlos Queiroz. Why else do you think such untalented and useless players like Nani are making their way into Manchester United's squad. It is widely believed that Roy Keane and Van Nistelrooy left the club mainly because of Queiroz' involvement, the fact that he is almost regarded as manager of the club. It leaves me disgusted as a Manchester United fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Ferguson is pushing Queiroz to be his successor at United is terrible. I would much rather someone like Mark Hughes or even Roy Keane (given his time) takes over the managerial reign at United. I pray they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4898710980218919557?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4898710980218919557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4898710980218919557' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4898710980218919557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4898710980218919557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-wake-up-call-eusebio.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4479630736052889373</id><published>2008-06-09T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:35:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Intellectualism &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, oh you of inferior intellect. I tower over you, because I know more than you. I know more about places such as Timbuctoo, I know more about musicians such as Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, Wagner and Schiller, and not to forget, dear old Mozart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know more about football (unless you are Nishanth), which is the only sport in the world worth watching. I am opinionated, yes.  And I couldnt care less for your opinion, but this doesnt mean that you should dismiss mine, oh no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know why? Because I am an intellectual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not the Adrian Mole kind of intellectual. I am the powerful intellectual with (currently), a beard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I plan to take over the world. All I need is your "co-operation". You keep digging in random places for oil, when you strike oil, I shall build oilfields there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever talked to someone and you realise you know whats coming next?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats called Deja Vu. Not really. But it can be classified as Deja Vu. You wouldnt know, because you're not intellectual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you get the point of this blog entry? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am the world before I am a man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a creature before I could stand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will remember before I forget,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I forget that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4479630736052889373?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4479630736052889373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4479630736052889373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4479630736052889373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4479630736052889373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/06/intellectualism-hello-oh-you-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-8486020156052358521</id><published>2008-05-11T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:46:28.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And we keep the trophy! After the game at JJB where that idiot Cristiano Ronaldo scored from the spot and the LEGEND RYAN GIGGS Scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the difference between a legend and an idiot. Ronaldo did not influence the game one bit aside from that penalty. Whereas, when Giggs came on there was a noticeable difference in the way United played the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo has never played against big teams. He never will. Against Barcelona, Paul Scholes did it. You can rely on these players, Scholes, Giggs, even Carrick to an extent (he wont get you a goal, but he sure as hell knows how to pass a football).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas Ronaldo does NOT know how to pass a football. He scores goals, I admit. And I think he is only useful to such an extent that he scores against weaker opposition. Last season, he got THUMPED against Milan. We gave him too much importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo has scored against Arsenal (I know all the Ronaldo fans will say this), but thats 1 goal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lionel Messi showed Ronaldo exactly what a "World Class" player is. It will be disgraceful and absolutely disgusting if Cristiano Ronaldo wins World Player of the Year or even European Player of the Year. He may deserve it, you say, on goals scored, but you really need to see against which teams he scored these goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferguson sold Van Nistelrooy for the reason that the team relied too much on him. If he applies the same logic, then its time to sell Ronaldo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-8486020156052358521?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/8486020156052358521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=8486020156052358521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8486020156052358521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8486020156052358521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-we-keep-trophy-after-game-at-jjb.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-2129157191108157279</id><published>2008-04-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:13:10.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Granted. We were battered in the first half. But second half, we came out on top. This is a fucking ridiculous decision by the crappy linesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Carrick clearly tried to move his hand AWAY from the fucking ball. Are you blind linesman? Are you crazy? Or were you born in South London?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a ridiculous decision. Any Chelsea fan who tells me they deserved to win will be shot. First half, they were better. Second half, we were on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-2129157191108157279?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/2129157191108157279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=2129157191108157279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2129157191108157279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2129157191108157279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/04/granted.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5492136916653358137</id><published>2008-04-13T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:40:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's always a song for every mood. People listen to Oasis when they're blue. And Coldplay when they're YELLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well seriously though, moving on, we look at - *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KESHAV RAJENDRAN'S FAVOURITE SONGS AS PER MOOD LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song                                                                                                         Mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Johnny Quest Theme Song -                     Reminiscing about Class 2&lt;br /&gt;2) Hallowed be thy Name          -                            All time favourite&lt;br /&gt;3) Holy Wars, Master of Puppets, Ride the Lightning - Pissed off&lt;br /&gt;4) Killing in the Name of .. - Rebel&lt;br /&gt;5) Wander (Kamelot), Fade to Black -  post relationship&lt;br /&gt;6) Pull me Under - deep in thought mood&lt;br /&gt;7) Pull harder on the strings of your martyr, A Gunshot to the head of trepidation - Hate Mood&lt;br /&gt;8) Way I are - Have I gone mad? mood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5492136916653358137?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5492136916653358137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5492136916653358137' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5492136916653358137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5492136916653358137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-always-song-for-every-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-1006416029002393062</id><published>2008-03-28T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T04:49:09.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This city is getting hotter. Its pretty unbearable nowadays. Recently we were watching the news at around 11.30 in the night and it showed "Live Temperatures" - Chennai 30.4 degrees Celsius. Its quite horrible actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from our latest Cluedo addiction, Joseph and I arent doing anything other than laze around because of the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Its too hot.&lt;br /&gt;Way too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we went to Vivs. The Vivs famous for its Chilly Beef. I like Indian Chinese food. But really, I think Vivs is a little overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the food is okay.. and we really cant cook, so we dont have a choice, but I'll still grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph has decided he wants to go to Mumbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-1006416029002393062?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/1006416029002393062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=1006416029002393062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/1006416029002393062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/1006416029002393062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-city-is-getting-hotter.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-8577247337545497549</id><published>2008-03-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:39:40.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It might be a place not many people like, but I absolutely love Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice before, have Zothan and I planned a trip to Bangalore, both of which failed. Third time, with Megadeth ticket in hand, (atleast mine and PITA's) we head to Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the train was the same train abhinandan dhakal, (sikkim boy), had missed a couple of weeks back. So we decided to reach 2 minutes PRIOR, thats 120 seconds mind you, to the time the departure is mentioned on the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;However, the Indian Railways disappointed us by ensuring that the train left half an hour POST the time written on the ticket. Thank you, Mr Lalu Prasad Yadav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megadeth undoubtedly was awesome. Anyone who said they sucked (all the people who werent there, ie) can jump into a bucket full of water and old underwear.&lt;br /&gt;They were fucking brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Setlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepwalker&lt;br /&gt;wake up dead&lt;br /&gt;take no prisoners&lt;br /&gt;skin of my teeth&lt;br /&gt;washington is next&lt;br /&gt;in my darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;a tout le monde&lt;br /&gt;chris broderick solo spot&lt;br /&gt;hanger 18&lt;br /&gt;tornado of souls&lt;br /&gt;symphony of destruction&lt;br /&gt;trust&lt;br /&gt;peace sells&lt;br /&gt;burnt ice&lt;br /&gt;Holy Wars.. The Punishment Due/Mechanix Medley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly Peace and holy wars and a tout le monde had the most number of people jumping around (a tout le monde too, yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherjane was brilliant.. loads of stuff from their new album they played.. interesting sounds.. sort of like a sound make over for them. it suits them.. brilliant stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millenium, I'd never heard of them before, but they got the crowd moving amazingly well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JYG was good.. a bit off on that day.. but enjoyable nonetheless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAAQ, I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestorika, Ive never exactly been a huge fan, but they seemed pretty tight with their music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casino Blues.. I missed most of their stuff, but they did a good cover of U2's Where the streets have no name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentagram, I didnt bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I FUCKING LOVE BANGALORE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-8577247337545497549?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/8577247337545497549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=8577247337545497549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8577247337545497549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8577247337545497549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-might-be-place-not-many-people-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-76831412397967295</id><published>2008-03-11T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:10:49.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My head'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I wandered off into this blog, the link to which I found on Ankita's. It was about Kerala. All about Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my state. I love my city more. My city is Kochi, for those of you who don't know. I get the piss taken off me for being Mallu in this city (Chennai). But its okay. I'm a "patriotic" mallu. As Sriram (in an inebriated state)  once put it, "Malluism is a way of life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. Once a mallu, always a mallu. Loads of people who go abroad always think of their state. Its because of the natural beauty of the area. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly side of Kerala, however are the hartals. I hate hartals. It paralyses life in the city. Its become better more recently though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing I ever saw was the ruling government's response to why they declare so many hartals,&lt;br /&gt;because the people enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at them. I hate governments, whether in Kerala or here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are useless. They do no productive work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we crib about them. We put them to power next term by not voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not like it'll make a difference though, cause all politicians are the same".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter politics. I would'nt mind. I would'nt let my country down. I love my country. I love my state, and most of all, I love my city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-76831412397967295?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/76831412397967295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=76831412397967295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/76831412397967295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/76831412397967295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-i-wandered-off-into-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-9173781831434145826</id><published>2008-03-02T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:14:33.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The oh so interesting life of Keshav Rajendran'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Alone - Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I have shifted out of my uncle's place into a place that is relatively closer to college (by about 45 minutes). A quite interesting place it is. Its a house with about 8 bedrooms, bath attached and TV, So you rent out a bedroom with your friend. And hence I do that, and my room mate goes by the name of Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a different experience in the sense that I never really had to worry about the most basic things in life - the newspaper, drinking water etc. Now that I've moved out I do have to worry about these things. So I have just ordered a subscription for the New Indian Express or The Indian Express, whatever it is called here. I'm not a fan of the Times of India, nor am I a fan of The Hindu, and there's no way I'm going to subscribe to the Deccan Chronicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I moved here on friday the 29th of february. This is a very clever move, you see, because now, no one can barge into our place next year or the year after until we finish college demanding a treat for "One year of time in the house" or "Two years of time in the house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15414572-9173781831434145826?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/9173781831434145826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=9173781831434145826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/9173781831434145826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/9173781831434145826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/03/living-alone-part-1-well-i-have-shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-6417634010081959565</id><published>2008-02-27T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:14:20.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/R8V9vTbC3zI/AAAAAAAAABw/btJNmAVZUcw/s1600-h/auto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles of Chennai - Part 1&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have lived in Chennai for sometime, you would know that autorickshaws are an essential part of life in the city. You hate them, but you need them all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seemingly harmless auto&lt;br /&gt;Being an outstation student, there are some parts of the city you cant navigate yourself through. For example, I might know Nungambakkam or Velachery, but I really dont know T. Nagar. So today when I went for an appointment to an organisation called Hand in Hand (check out their website &lt;a href="http://hihseed.org/"&gt;http://hihseed.org/&lt;/a&gt;). Their office is in T.Nagar; so now I travelled to Mambalam by train. From there, I didnt know how to get to Radhakrishna Road. So I went by auto.&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing about auto is, they'll rip you off, the auto drivers. Always. He charged me 50 bucks and I didnt have any option because I didnt know where the place is. So I reached the place and I realised that it shouldve only cost me 30.&lt;br /&gt;So I say (in a combination of bad Tamil and Malayalam),&lt;br /&gt;Me : You charged me 50 for this.&lt;br /&gt;Auto D : Standard Rate&lt;br /&gt;Me : I know its not the standard rate&lt;br /&gt;AD: It is, check the fare list.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine, give me the fare list.&lt;br /&gt;AD: I dont have the fare list.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;AD: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come, lets go to the cops (an empty threat, most auto's are owned by cops in Chennai)&lt;br /&gt;AD: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Listen, I'm a student, its the end of the month, you cant do this to us poor students&lt;br /&gt;AD: I'm an auto driver, its the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You make a profit out of the standard rate, why charge more.&lt;br /&gt;AD: hahahaha *drives off*&lt;br /&gt;This is why you hate auto drivers. So while going to T Nagar bus stand from Hand in Hand's office, I had to take another auto, and I was surprised when this guy said thirty (Mambalam station is close to T.Nagar bus depot).&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling and this guy gets a call and he very nicely says, "One minute" (in Tamil). So I say, Okay. He says something in Tamil, which sounds like this&lt;br /&gt;"Ah? Enaa? oh.. ange ithu pakkalam... aa? AA! AAAAAA! 400?! AAA"&lt;br /&gt;I have two friends, Srestha and Advik who are from Delhi and when they came to Chennai they thought they had to add "aaa" to everything you say. So for sometime they were giving directions to auto drivers like this - "Left aa, Right aa"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so the guy hangs up and then we go on and he turns to me and asks me "Tamil teriyuma?" (Do you know Tamil?)&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "Konjam" (little)&lt;br /&gt;He shakes his head and I'm sure he's thinking "These non - Tamils"&lt;br /&gt;But he turns round and tells me that he's getting and Indica. He tells me that he's planning to run a taxi. I'm glad he's sharing this with me, someone he met 5 minutes back. He asks me "Is it a good car."&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly a car freak, but you dont need to be to answer this simple question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-6417634010081959565?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/6417634010081959565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=6417634010081959565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/6417634010081959565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/6417634010081959565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/02/chronicles-of-chennai-part-1-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-876481565327141742</id><published>2008-02-22T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:55:26.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I joined this facebook group recently which is called "You know you grew up in India in the 90's when..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined it because I grew up in India in the 90s, yes. And this was one of the points on the group's "description"&lt;br /&gt;Captain Planet was your first introduction to environmental consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very true, because of Captain Planet I realise Pollution was BADDD and to REDUCE, RE-USE and RECYLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I thank God Captain Planet existed. Now its very sad, because Captain Planet is like the saddest of all super hero's in the world. He gets hit by any kind of pollution, his powers are zapped. Now in every episode, the "Planeteers" call Captain Planet twice. The first time he is summoned, he gets hit by pollution and this is what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Planet: Oh no, toxic waste, am weak.. ughh!!&lt;br /&gt;Planeteers : Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Guy : Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Captain Planet : Must recharge, the power is yours&lt;br /&gt;*Off he goes to get a beer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again they summon him, this time again he gets hit and then the Planeteers pour water on him and he kicks bad guy butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-876481565327141742?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/876481565327141742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=876481565327141742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/876481565327141742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/876481565327141742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-i-joined-this-facebook-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-427146027055960366</id><published>2008-01-14T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:46:17.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An interesting conversation I had with a friend from Delhi on MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:54:59 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;why hello  there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:55:14 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;pillage the village  and trash the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:55:32 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;take a  bath and your body will be clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:55:53 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;take a crap and then  you will be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:56:17 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;float like  a butterfly, sting like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:56:37 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;but you better not  crap all over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:57:32 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;this lock  can be opened with a key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:57:42 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;i need to  take a pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:57:58 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:58:18 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;oh,gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:59:06 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;a  bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:59:23 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;a play  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:59:37 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;sun  ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;10:00:38 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;why,  pray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;10:00:52 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;just  say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;10:01:17 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;time for  oyu to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;10:01:25 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;no  way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;10:02:03 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;D C B  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1/13/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;10:02:47 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Keshav in the sky with diamonds&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;We're taking over this messenger.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;oh yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-427146027055960366?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/427146027055960366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=427146027055960366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/427146027055960366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/427146027055960366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-conversation-i-had-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4234485116839700705</id><published>2007-12-21T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:03:46.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back in Cochin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Its about time I saw this beautiful city again. I havent been here since august. I was away at Jamshedpur for a few days, then I felt lazy, which is why I havent blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cochin is just the way I remember it, I know it cant have changed in four months.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lazy now, I'll update this later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4234485116839700705?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4234485116839700705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4234485116839700705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4234485116839700705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4234485116839700705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-in-cochin.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4447206313723772653</id><published>2007-11-13T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:53:19.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time for a new post i think. laziness has overcome me. which is quite normal actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in delhi for another two days. unfortunately im going back to loyola after that. which sucks. but.......&lt;br /&gt;the thing bout delhi is.. its clean. especially when you come from chennai.&lt;br /&gt;its noisy.&lt;br /&gt;its polluted.&lt;br /&gt;people make out in lodhi gardens.&lt;br /&gt;people drive like madmen.&lt;br /&gt;GURGAON is NOT in DELHI. nor is NOIDA apparently&lt;br /&gt;Bus system sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Metro Rules&lt;br /&gt;CP is nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of Priya.&lt;br /&gt;If I see another mall ill throw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4447206313723772653?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4447206313723772653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4447206313723772653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4447206313723772653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4447206313723772653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-for-new-post-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5136486675220299920</id><published>2007-10-30T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:06:50.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Five Things I’d Love To Do Before I Die&lt;br /&gt;(In no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;1) See Maiden in Concert&lt;br /&gt;2) Climb Everest&lt;br /&gt;3) Backpack across Europe&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to Brazil&lt;br /&gt;5) Watch Manchester United versus Arsenal at Old Trafford&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Will Not Do Even If It Kills Me&lt;br /&gt;1) Dye my hair pink&lt;br /&gt;2) Go for a Britney Spears concert&lt;br /&gt;3) Sit next to PITA for a day&lt;br /&gt;4) Pay for the IMOC (thanks Arry)&lt;br /&gt;5) Join the Shiv Sena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Do When I’m Away From The Public&lt;br /&gt;1) Air Guitar&lt;br /&gt;2) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3) Kick the wall&lt;br /&gt;4) Create fantasies involving me playing a vital role in the Man Utd defence&lt;br /&gt;5) Oh, you really dont want to know&lt;br /&gt;Five Fave Sentences/Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to my cousin sisters place" - Zothan&lt;br /&gt;"I have no money" Abhinandan&lt;br /&gt;"You suck" Fatso/Loser/Me&lt;br /&gt;"SCREAM FOR ME!" Bruce Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;"Dhan dhan dhan *funky guitar solo*" Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I’ll Make You Wish You Didnt Do, If You Did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me clean up my room&lt;br /&gt;ask me to take a bath&lt;br /&gt;go to a discotheque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five People To Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;Meera&lt;br /&gt;VP TM&lt;br /&gt;VP TN1&lt;br /&gt;Anil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5136486675220299920?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5136486675220299920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5136486675220299920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5136486675220299920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5136486675220299920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/10/five-things-id-love-to-do-before-i-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-7793087030734486192</id><published>2007-10-18T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T04:53:18.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this little entry is dedicated to books. Yes, those all knowing, ever lasting pieces of paper that you grew up with. Yes, you! not me, you! You person who grew up in an age filled with dinosaurs and hunting was the only other passtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I never really enjoyed reading until I read Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone when I was 11. The only other books (?) I had read until then were Tinkle, Amar Chitra Katha, Asterix and Tintin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I pick up this wonderful book by JK Rowling cause everyone was raving about it and I didnt want to be left out you see. I read it and liked it. Not loved it, liked it. So I decided to read the remaining books in the series. Up until recently, when it FINALLY got over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over the years I read other books. After Harry Potter, I tried reading more fantasy books such as Artemis Fowl (which i absolutely detested). Then I read Lord of the Rings, which I LOVED! It took me nearly three months to finish, because of the fact that I was 12 and wasnt used to English like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frodo hath never gone thither, but wished to go hither to defeat the dark lord on his dark throne, in the land of Mordor where shadows lie;but Aragorn, ElfFriend, was always wary that he who went hither, never went thither. And since Theoden King was the burden the men of Rohan carried, but Eomer King rides in battle now, then Gandalf the Grey is using magics to defeat the Witch of Angmar and his EVIL FORCES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I read random books such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the night time and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read Adrian Mole, which made me laugh so much that I was clutching my stomach and rolling on the floor. I love the way Sue Townsend writes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read Eragon. Boring shit. But that didnt stop me from reading Eldest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried reading Frank Herbert's Dune but it was way too boring. So was Heart of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of boring books, try Gunter Grass'  The Tin Drum. It is AMAZINGLY BORING AND RIDICULOUSLY STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read Steinbeck's "Of Mice and Men". Brilliance. I loved Steinbeck immediately. I went on to read "The moon is down" and "The Pearl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that captures me about in Of Mice and Men is George's helplessness over Lennies 'condition' and how he had to resort to such desperate methods to deal with it. It is beautiful. I cried at the end of the book. Steinbeck writes amazingly well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing still reading this. Steinbeck writes better than me too (hard to believe, yes)...  GO OUT AND READ HIS BOOKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-7793087030734486192?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/7793087030734486192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=7793087030734486192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/7793087030734486192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/7793087030734486192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-this-little-entry-is-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-6333952418921181079</id><published>2007-10-06T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:32:20.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So finally, I'm really happy today. Why? Cause United thrashed Wigan 4-0. Its about time we did something like this. We were winning, but not with United class. We were winning nonetheless. But today, woohoo!! WE WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very impressed with both Anderson and Simpson. Pique was pretty okay too. I'm not happy with Nani, his dribbling is good, his shooting is good, but his crosses are poor. As a winger, he should put in better crosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was Micro Economics. No comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-6333952418921181079?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/6333952418921181079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=6333952418921181079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/6333952418921181079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/6333952418921181079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-finally-im-really-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5662692126273160966</id><published>2007-10-01T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:19:51.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that was quite a holiday I took from blogging. I've been away. I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we leave from here on a friday (I dont even remember the date correctly, but I think it was 14th).. and we reach Delhi on Sunday. Over here, Chotumama (who waited 6 hours) picks me up and we head off to Gurgaon. I spend the day there (with beer!) and in the evening its time to leave again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go with Meera to Hazrat Nizammudin Station (pardon me if I spelt it wrong) and meet the rest of the chumps there. After that we head off towards Sawai Madhopur (spelling is wrong for sure!) and we reach there at I think 1 in the morning. Our transport from the station to the tent place (I dunno where it was) was by open top trucks. Now, at one in the morning, open top trucks are fun, as hell!! Me, Arjun and Bharat were tripping on The Beatles (rather SINGING Beatles songs) while the rest of the chumps were staring at the stars. Stars were beautiful. Never in my life have I seen so many of them out at night. Zothan wanted to see a ghost, but he was sorely disappointed when no banshee/ghoul jumped out at us from the forest and started drinking our blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach there in about an hour and we see tents. We see toilets without flushes. We see toilets with gaps in them (for voyeurs). We see everything by then. But fun is just on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next day, while everyone is in plenary and shouting their lungs out (except me and Arjun, who is bathing). I was guarding the bathroom and making sure nobody got in. He's very shy you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were all in our respective places, a tent catches fire. There's loads of stuff in there worth loads of money! The MC gets pissed and we decide to move venue. Not a small task. 350 people for 5 days.. certainly not a small task. But it happens! And we're off to some new venue which apparently was only 40 kms from Jaipur but Arjun thought (and I suspiciously agree with him) that we were in Iraq. I mean, we were transported there during the night, when everyone was asleep, nobody saw anything. And we were taken away from there in the dead of the night as well! What is with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are there, the new venue and we are given rooms. Certainly not permanent rooms. There wouldnt be any fun if we werent given new rooms every two days and made to carry our bags around! Hehe. Small joke, I hope nobody got offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night, we decide (very unwisely) that WE WILL NOT SLEEP! So loads of us machas and machis from Chennai decided to stay awake a view the Rajasthani sunrise, because its so different from sunrises elsewhere. So we saw the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning the conference begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a few things to say&lt;br /&gt;1) The Jives were amazing. Apparently you can find jives on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;2) The history session was pretty boring (Sam said he was sleepy that day.. anyway)&lt;br /&gt;3) My FLC was the best (everyone says this)&lt;br /&gt;4) My Faci was the best (refer above)&lt;br /&gt;5) I didnt want to leave after the conference (refer above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the night the conference got over, after being kicked in the nose by an OC member (I'm sorry, if you're reading this, I dont know your name). We leave for Delhi (Gurgaon, okay fine!). We reach there early in the morning and I have a fever, so I dont give a rat's ass about anything other than hitting the sack, which I do eventually. I wake up and breakfast (bread and eggs and maggi, for vegetarians) is being served. I eat two slices of bread, which to my mouth (because of the fever) was tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to sleep and when I wake up again, amazingly, its time for lunch! McDonalds delivery man arrives and we eat McDonalds burgers (obviously, the McD's delivery man does not deliver Pizza's). And then, tragedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a host of reasons, 14 of us miss the train back to Chennai (very sad, no?) and ten of us are still stuck between two traffic signals in Gurgaon. Now, anyone who's been to Gurgaon knows that there's no such thing as public transport there. So we try to get ANY form of transport that comes our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And salvation comes in the form of a Goods/Cargo auto! So technically 5 of us got smuggled into New Delhi for 300 bucks. All we had to do according to the driver was shut up, sit down and keep quiet! Zothan, Sam, Gautam, Avinash and myself are in this. Sam is from Zambia and he doesnt have his passport with him at the time. Double thrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach the station late, obviously and we decide to book tickets for a train the next day, which we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the night at a house. I dont know who's house it was, but whosoever's house it was, we are eternally grateful! And we also thank Anica for taking us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact still remains, like Zothan says, we have so much bragging rights for being smuggled into the capital!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5662692126273160966?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5662692126273160966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5662692126273160966' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5662692126273160966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5662692126273160966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-that-was-quite-holiday-i-took-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-2418289029556269996</id><published>2007-08-29T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T03:44:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. due to Popular Demand (one scrap on orkut).. I am updating my blog. Not that I intended to let it die or anything, but I just felt like pointing out to those unbelievers, that people DO read my blog (Tony.. you get?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good news from the AIESEC end. Gautam, Zo and I have gotten in. This means (I think it does) that we are going to Jaipur (or are we?). The "Orientation thingy" is on saturday. I shall tell all ye people who are not in AIESEC (take Vishnu, sitting right next to me, for instance), how good it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the point really being that I finally got a train pass. Now I do not have to wait in the ticket counter and purchase a ticket.. for I-HAVE-A-TRAIN-PASS! (PITA made me say this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band front (or back) is going really well too. We now have 4 members .. Cutiepie Chora (Abhinandan), Gautama Buddha (Gautam) and Ram (no name yet) and of course moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The french front is going badly, I just realised I want to KILL the language. how unfortunate that this is not really possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-2418289029556269996?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/2418289029556269996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=2418289029556269996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2418289029556269996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2418289029556269996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-3800274329938781723</id><published>2007-08-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:36:56.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one big hug"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.. Speed Post? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-3800274329938781723?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/3800274329938781723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=3800274329938781723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3800274329938781723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3800274329938781723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-aj-one-big-hug-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-8916367574978924450</id><published>2007-08-15T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:38:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now. Eighteen. Big Deal. Its just another year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer is good for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-8916367574978924450?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/8916367574978924450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=8916367574978924450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8916367574978924450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8916367574978924450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/08/now.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-3619014782673438068</id><published>2007-08-08T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:16:32.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This entry is dedicated to a person who likes himself to be called "The Eccentric Genius", however his real name is slightly (only slightly) less appealing. Mr Vishnu Dasgupta also known to the guys of Loyola College as PITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PITA stands for Pain in the Arse, which he is, but his PITAish powers seem to have reduced. This man is the humour of class, not that he's really funny or anything, but if we didnt have him to laugh at, then we would have to pay more attention to the Curve of Diminishing Marginal Utility or something equally unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Abhinandan, PITA does not name dogs or befriend them. In fact, he doesnt do anything to/with dogs (unless you count abhinandan, zothan or me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing about PITA is, he's looking for girls, (just like the rest of us). Where are they? If you're a girl from Chennai, tell me, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a girl in Chennai, then come to Chennai (provided you're a girl of course). Drop whatever it is you're doing and study BA French or something at Loyola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-3619014782673438068?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/3619014782673438068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=3619014782673438068' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3619014782673438068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3619014782673438068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-entry-is-dedicated-to-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-3610582407503760436</id><published>2007-07-27T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T06:13:56.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. i think its about time i updated this blog..  seeing as only around 5 people read it. i would be doing a grave injustice to them if i do not.. i think i have exhausted all the amar chitra katha's and tinkles in baba mama's house.. now i have to progress to the cockatiel handbook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the harry potter book of course i finished.. i enjoyed it.. i dont care what you think.. i enjoyed it.. im listening to nightwish again.. "nemo", mother, if you must know.. its playing on repeat on my mp3 player..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still havent met a girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abhinandan is growing increasingly desperate in his attempt to meet a girl, so much so that he's taken to befriending stray dogs..  their names are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spotty (after its amazingly dirty spots)&lt;br /&gt;2) Poopsie (who clambered onto george's bed and refused to get out)&lt;br /&gt;3) Poochie (whom he doesnt like so much cause it growls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he has something for names that start with 'P'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying awake in micro economics is, as my math teacher would have put it, "a herculean task, my child".. which means is too damned difficult.. i seem to have the power to resist his soporific voice, but for only half the hour.. meaning the half is spent looking aimlessly at the graphs on the board (im sure amma is reading this and going, "both these children of mine are wasting money on so called 'education'")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it matters not, for by then, i think im the only one who's awake in the physical sense, missing in the mental, and completely knocked out in the spiritual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st ignatius is having a party on tuesday, which means we get a break.. we were planning to go to pondicherry, yes.. to get drunk (to mum : would i ever do such a thing).. now my mum is planning to bring me back from chennai i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she will not succeed i say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i am superman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-3610582407503760436?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/3610582407503760436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=3610582407503760436' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3610582407503760436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3610582407503760436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5605137594078831528</id><published>2007-07-16T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T05:36:12.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Experiences at Loyola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyola can be strange at times.. It can be bordering on extremely boring (read: ENGLISH LITERATURE CLASSES) or it can be extremely fun (read: bunking Foundation Courses).. well.. my wallet doesnt allow me to roam around chennai so much.. so abhinandan (not my wallet. HE is a person).. decided to go for Harry Potter (read review below).. however, we planned this a week in advance, seeing as it wouldve been really difficult to get tickets, we went to Citi Center (INOX)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5605137594078831528?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5605137594078831528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5605137594078831528' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5605137594078831528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5605137594078831528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/07/experiences-at-loyola-loyola-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5641351936870237631</id><published>2007-07-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:30:13.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged (again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love Kamelot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My head spins sorry.. never happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm arrogant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to read fiction - in the newspapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I always get out of the insane traffic jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I admit to the world here and now that im in love with Kamelot and Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I used to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;Arry (sporadicblogger)&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;br /&gt;Geet&lt;br /&gt;AJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5641351936870237631?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5641351936870237631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5641351936870237631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5641351936870237631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5641351936870237631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged-again-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-1502459235787392924</id><published>2007-07-13T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:04:48.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it yesterday and I have to say it was simply brilliant. The movie is not faithful to the book, but what do you expect, the book is 766 pages long. If you're a Harry Potter (book) faithful and you're going to whine in the theater about how they've not put in "this part" or "that part" I suggest you dont watch it. However if you can appreciate good movie making, then go ahead and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Daniel Radcliffe's acting (?) is poor. However he's improving. He's learnt to do ONE more expression - anger. Harry is biting everyone's head off in the book, but its not so in the movie. Rupert Grint has done a pretty decent job and you can see that there's flirting between him and Hermione (Emma Watson). Emma Watson has also done a really good job (I've maintained that she was the best actor amongst the three of them). Plus, she looked really really hot (speaking of hot, I suggest you watch for Tonks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imelda Staunton has done a really good job as Umbridge. She fits the description exactly. Speaking of fitting descriptions, Luna Lovegood is amazing. She's dreamy (as is weird, not dreamy as in good looking) and her voice matches exactly what I pictured it would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did not like Michael Gambon as Dumbledore. I think the late Richard Harris was much better. Gambon is not tall, nor does he wear Half-Moon Glasses. He screams unnecessarily whereas Dumbledore is portrayed as a picture of calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barring a few ridiculous scenes, the movie is really good. If you can accept the fact that its difficult for film makers to convert books into movies, and expect a few scenes to be changed, then you will enjoy the movie. Otherwise, well, you can whine all you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-1502459235787392924?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/1502459235787392924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=1502459235787392924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/1502459235787392924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/1502459235787392924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-3951802810740730451</id><published>2007-07-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:05:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The city is hot.. filled with flies.. but I still like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that conductors on the buses dont bother to come up to you to collect money and that you have to play "passing the parcel" with the other passengers to get your money to him and back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that Guindy station will prosecute Uriners.. and the fact that you can buy Chicken Noodules.. the fact that people dont care that flies cover them completely ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is nice. the city.. not the flies.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been repeating the same music over and over again.. I think i know each and every bit in Kamelot's Wander except for the fact that I cant sing like Khan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall one summer's night&lt;br /&gt;Within the month of June&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in mahogany hair&lt;br /&gt;And smell the earth in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Only such a melody&lt;br /&gt;Comes without a sound&lt;br /&gt;More than faintly heard by those&lt;br /&gt;Who know what they have found&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Silently we wander&lt;br /&gt;Into this void of consequence&lt;br /&gt;My shade will always haunt her&lt;br /&gt;But she will be my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Silently we wander&lt;br /&gt;In search of truth and confidence&lt;br /&gt;So many hopes were lost here&lt;br /&gt;Along the way from morning to night&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the wishing well&lt;br /&gt;In cover of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;That I will see you soon&lt;br /&gt;Sing that song from long ago&lt;br /&gt;So I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in mahogany hair&lt;br /&gt;And mellow days in June&lt;br /&gt;Only for the memory&lt;br /&gt;From ashes we were born&lt;br /&gt;In silence we unite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love the last two lines "From ashes we were born, In silence we unite.." .. this song is the songonification (like personification) of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it breathes, it speaks out to a hell of a lot of people (not only me, I'm not kooky).... in short.. i love this song.. people who havent heard it.. its Kamelot's Wander.. DOWNLOAD IT! (or buy it if you want to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai doesnt remind me of this song.. but I like the song anyway... it reminds me of nights.. it reminds me of times gone by as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-3951802810740730451?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/3951802810740730451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=3951802810740730451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3951802810740730451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3951802810740730451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/07/city-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-291796421136503671</id><published>2007-06-28T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T01:50:00.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. I'm sitting here in the Digital Library of College wondering whether I should go for team trials or not. I know the chances of me getting in (.00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001%), but its worth a shot, its fun. Then again, I dont want to bother changing into the shorts and tshirt and boots and then go to the ground and etc etc. I have to go to the library anyway (yes mum, I DO use the library).. and I AM studying, not wasting money on a course like your daughter who doesnt know WHY she's doing an MBA in Foreign Trade :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why I'm doing Economics. I Just figured it out. Its because ECONOMICS will explain to me WHY I have no money. B.Com will just explain to me where the money goes. I have to HAVE money to know where it goes. So, I'm doing Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan to own Manchester United, hence, I need money. Therefore, we IMPLY that I took Economics BECAUSE I want to own United. You savvy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-291796421136503671?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/291796421136503671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=291796421136503671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/291796421136503671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/291796421136503671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-3752890534430612079</id><published>2007-06-25T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T05:50:24.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a critical Solution and the east coast got the blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly have the blues.. College is about a week in and the place is a mess.. pretty badly organised (I know Anil is laughing right now *hahaha.. loyola*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. its getting better as all things do.. but I still have the blues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheffield University wants me, but I dont have the money to be with them.. hehe.. tres bien Keshav..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 100% strike rate. Whichever college I apply to, I get in, barring MCC where I got for History though I had applied for Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Stephens, but I didnt expect anything from there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-3752890534430612079?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/3752890534430612079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=3752890534430612079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3752890534430612079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3752890534430612079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-critical-solution-and-east-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-2576382040807400949</id><published>2007-06-15T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T03:11:47.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loyola and not MCC was the cry yelled out by most of the voices I asked. I would have enjoyed doing History. but now, I have defected to the enemy camp (as seen by most MCC students, or so) by joining Loyola's Economics course. This is likened with the departure of Luis Figo from Barcelona to Real Madrid.. however Figo was made about a million times richer by this move and I havent.&lt;br /&gt;Tis sad to know that such a move will mean nothing for me in terms of the immediate effect on my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have no sim card to insert into a cell phone.. a Motorola phone which I was forced to take after learning that Camera phones are banned in college. So I had to give my Sony Ericsson k510oi to my sister and mourn its imminent loss (she's sure to lose it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Madras is that its very hot. There's no doubt that its very hot and anyone who says its NOT should be dragged around in a gunny sack in the "not hot" streets of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about Madras is the madness involved when a certain person named Rajnikant is brought up. Sivaji has been unleashed on the world this morning. There's a show at 7.30 AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are sold out until the end of June, which until now, I thought was a good thing for me. But now Babamama has managed to get tickets for all FOUR (3+1) 1 being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.. so I have no choice but to watch the famed superstar in action. It would be fun to watch him on his home ground .. so far I have only seen him from home which I will henceforth refer to as Old Trafford. (sacrilege, cry the many Manchester United fans reading this page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Reading and Manchester United, United's opening game is against them at home. August the 11th. and also the first of the big four that we face is Chelsea. Home game again. However Reading is the first game ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, speaking of Reading.. I am reading William Dalrymple's "The Last Mughal".. it is good so far (82 pages)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-2576382040807400949?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/2576382040807400949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=2576382040807400949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2576382040807400949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2576382040807400949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/06/loyola-and-not-mcc-was-cry-yelled-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5376308717922786533</id><published>2007-06-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T10:45:23.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Madras Christian College.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is where I will be studying as of now.. doing my History Honours. Technically, I'm honoured to be doing history. Actually, I would be honoured getting my degree in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its a lot of running around I say all this admissions work.. but MCC is absolutely beautiful. the campus.. i havent seen any of the girls there (yet). so i cant comment on the beauty of that! (or them.. rather)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, it would seem like I'm leaving Kochi tomorrow night. I love Kochi. Its big, but not too big. Its got stuff.. but its also green. Its dirty, but its lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have no idea what I'm going to do AFTER BA History .. i would like to see how archaelogists have it. I dont fancy digging up the earth though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However I did try that as a kid.... digging up the earth.. along with breaking the pots with my cricket bat. that was fun..I tried finding Pirate treasure.. i was quite an imaginative kid..I even made my own map.. (drawn in ball point pen)... and pretended that it was drawn by a pirate.. may Pirate Ross the Rum Swiller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway.. I hope i end up DOING something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5376308717922786533?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5376308717922786533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5376308717922786533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5376308717922786533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5376308717922786533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/06/madras-christian-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-2539661948595417928</id><published>2007-05-29T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:56:54.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, im going to write about my exploits in bangalore.. First off, I'd like to thank all the auto drivers for&lt;br /&gt;1) taking me around the city&lt;br /&gt;2) charging me the earth for taking me around ONE city&lt;br /&gt;3) their politeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Forum Mall&lt;br /&gt;way over rated. its okay. maybe it wouldnt be so over rated if i had enough money to spend. but i think even if i did, i doubt it would make that much of a difference. Landmark is fine.. McD's is great.. the Food Court is fab.. but the others are meh..&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Nike was fine. The loser (Nishanth)  fatso (adarsh)  and I walked in.. and we were looking at our respective team's jerseys. I was hanging round the Manchester United section. so this girl and some guy were having an argument. the guy goes "Manchester United sucks" .. Nishanth says "I agree". the guy acknowledges him.. and then the girl says "No they dont." and I said "No they dont"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the girl, who is cute (in case i didnt mention), smiles ..&lt;br /&gt;when a cute girl smiles at you.. you're happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so otherwise. Forum is over rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garuda Mall - didnt get enough time to observe this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit Valley - where we play football! Alright! now THIS place is bangalore!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-2539661948595417928?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/2539661948595417928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=2539661948595417928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2539661948595417928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2539661948595417928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-im-going-to-write-about-my-exploits.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-352872795263404397</id><published>2007-05-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:51:08.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bangalore (or.. Bengaluru)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, left madras at 3 in the morning to reach bangalore at round 6. Air Deccan provides easy service very early in the morning. its a good thing it exists too, otherwise i would be pretty lost.. wouldnt have known what to do.. i came to bangalore to get my applications down to christ and josephs.. have done all that.. now awaiting my CBSE results (damned shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey here was pretty.. yea.. pretty. i mean, i left madras early morning, so most of the lights were still on there.. mind you, this is like the 3rd time or so im travelling by flight, and the first time in darkness.. so it was kinda cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. the aircraft itself looked like it could be transported back to its real era (probably the 1990's).. anyway.. but i amused myself by looking out at the sprawling city of madras in all its "luminosity"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while flying though, we had a good looking stewardess, so i was kinda confused as to which direction i should look..... i decided for the 50 50 option.. in the end.. sunrise is magnificent to watch from the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the plane landed and each and every one got out of their seats before they opened the doors.. i was listening to my mp3 player.. so i thought we were asked to get our butts out of there (especiially me, maybe for staring a bit too much).. but i was relieved when the good looking stewardess came back and ordered everyone's butt back into the seat.. everyon sat down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been running around with adarsh and bhavna over here.. im a bit clueless as to WHAT i should do... bhavna is right about my being aimless, but i like it this way.. im sure ill figure out what i want to do when i do my PG (hopefully) ... so i applied for BA courses at Josephs and at Christ.. we'll soon find out which benifits from having me as a student... owe bhavna a lot of thanks.. cause me and adarsh wouldve been quite lost otherwise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. colleges apart, i met yatharth and neil.. and got back here (Kamanahalli) right now am at a Sify I way and im so dead tired.. a nightcap a nightcap a nightcap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-352872795263404397?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/352872795263404397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=352872795263404397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/352872795263404397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/352872795263404397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/bangalore-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-2089782173091941843</id><published>2007-05-19T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:51:59.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the most ultimatest poem of all time is typed out below&lt;br /&gt;its gonna kick ogden nash's butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extreme heat makes me think&lt;br /&gt;"The more I stand outside, the more I stink"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-2089782173091941843?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/2089782173091941843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=2089782173091941843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2089782173091941843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2089782173091941843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-ultimatest-poem-of-all-time-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4227468942121335794</id><published>2007-05-18T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:41:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been here for 4 hours.. and its HOT! HOT HOT HOT HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. so i came here and after breakfast lazed around for sometime watching "Here We Go".. after that went for my bath and realised something.. in this place, anything that comes in contact with the air becomes hot automatically.. i realised this when i turned on the tap.. it was cold water (not really) at first, then it became hot!!&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after which i decided to venture out into the intolerable heat..a brave gesture.. for it is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as I had fixed my mind on it.. here i am, trying to download the loyola form at a cafe.. anyone who's at loyola and reading this.. please note.. i cannot download the form..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this means.. i have to go to the COLLEGE AND PICK IT UP!! ARGH! THE HEAT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4227468942121335794?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4227468942121335794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4227468942121335794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4227468942121335794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4227468942121335794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/madras-ive-only-been-here-for-4-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5374269452966307173</id><published>2007-05-18T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T03:54:27.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO THE TEMPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. with the arrival of the results drawing closer.. ive decided to become more spiritual, religious and devoted.. so me and Nishanth went off .. off to Guruvayur (for all who're reading.. its a Temple town.. Lord Krishna's remains were buried here).... those who havent been there.. let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the temple is small... but the complex is big.. so what you get is disaster.. anyway.. we got inside (im not going to go in how).. so we get in.. im sure there are atleast a cool 1500 people in.. and we're all pushing and pulling to get a glimpse of the idol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, nishanth and I feel our (natural) football instincts grow back.. and we shoulder push and rough tackle everyone in sight.. from the 60 year old lady to the 2 month old baby.. we were like Patrick Vieira (Nishanth) and Roy Keane (me) ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we punch and push and get to the Ganpathy temple area (Ganesha for all you northies reading).. and there we push and pull.. and we finally get out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get out.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's a long journey back.. by BUS!..&lt;br /&gt;i hate road journeys. i suffer from motion sickness. this compounded by the fact that the bus driver obviously was a lunatic made me feel worse.. but on the bus journey, me and nishanth discussed some interesting things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concluded that Manchester United rules and he said Manchester United sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second favourite topic after football.. he was telling me some rot about devotion and faithfulness and etc. etc. and it brought to mind a saying "im not going to be a slave to them, they're gonna be my slaves".. and i said it out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nishanth bursts my bubble by saying.. "i dont know who you're talking about.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always great to have a friend to bring you back to reality eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why each other sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why adarsh sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Cursing the board exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Football&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5374269452966307173?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5374269452966307173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5374269452966307173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5374269452966307173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5374269452966307173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-temple-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-644812601130417357</id><published>2007-05-14T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:42:47.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the season's over.. Premier League season that is... and here are my favourite goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Van Persie&lt;br /&gt;Charlton Athletic versus &lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pwurf1DGYOM"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=pwurf1DGYOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Scholes&lt;br /&gt;Aston Villa versus &lt;strong&gt;Manchester United&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=UdP8Qb-VHSQ"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=UdP8Qb-VHSQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portsmouth&lt;/strong&gt; versus Everton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=40f0JVMKn4A"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=40f0JVMKn4A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Essien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelsea&lt;/strong&gt; versus Arsenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2QAZI-rtOQ8"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=2QAZI-rtOQ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xabi Alonso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liverpool&lt;/strong&gt; versus Newcastle United&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-644812601130417357?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/644812601130417357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=644812601130417357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/644812601130417357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/644812601130417357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-seasons-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-2730341877551064769</id><published>2007-05-08T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T03:49:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one was written in Feb 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first drops hit the earth&lt;br /&gt;And the smell of heaven is given birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky turns grey and darkens in fear&lt;br /&gt;Your awesome power is imminent, I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the purity of the rain&lt;br /&gt;To free me of my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sins trapped in me since birth&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, let me leave this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, my heart dances with hope&lt;br /&gt;For liberation, my soul gropes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for it never to end&lt;br /&gt;The darkness makes my soul to bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget my earthly woes and leave&lt;br /&gt;For this insane world I grieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who never look to the skies&lt;br /&gt;Those are the ones with venemous cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob the earth of its beauty&lt;br /&gt;And forget their sacred duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to the skies on a rainy night&lt;br /&gt;Look into the streaks of lightning burning bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation and hope lie ahead&lt;br /&gt;Not for those who keep the earth dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who let her be&lt;br /&gt;Divine light, you will see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-2730341877551064769?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/2730341877551064769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=2730341877551064769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2730341877551064769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2730341877551064769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-one-was-written-in-feb-07-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-1413937209939335839</id><published>2007-05-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:14:21.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My version of spiderman. click on each picture to enlarge..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/Rj9aUzmfXtI/AAAAAAAAABY/igqOxhZVOBc/s1600-h/spidey+comic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061863819683258066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 588px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" height="238" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/Rj9aUzmfXtI/AAAAAAAAABY/igqOxhZVOBc/s320/spidey+comic.bmp" width="588" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/Rj9aUzmfXtI/AAAAAAAAABY/igqOxhZVOBc/s72-c/spidey+comic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-6496932827974176922</id><published>2007-05-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:03:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. travelling in a car and listening to metalcore isnt my idea of fun.. throw in the fact that i have motion sickness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. metalcore.. it was 4 against one.. but luckily Cecil's IPod was there.. which i, with my lightning quick reflexes, took from him.. and started listening to Kamelot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Kamelot.. i love everything.. from Roy Khan's voice to Youngblood's guitar work.. of course Hareesh doesnt like Power Metal.. he prefers the heavy riffing of Metalcore.. Death Metal.. Thrash Metal.. etc etc.. along with Cecil.. David and Zakaria would listen to anything.. so it didnt matter to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand growls.. it gets a bit tedious after a while.. i mean.. i do like a few songs..  (very few).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well..... im not too sure ill grow into it either..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-6496932827974176922?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/6496932827974176922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=6496932827974176922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/6496932827974176922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/6496932827974176922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-2820418266863207622</id><published>2007-04-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T09:55:56.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. there's a cat outside the door. It (not sure of the gender) is waiting there in the cold. We got back from dinner and its just standing there. Then I got down and i saw it.. and i think "aw.. look at it.. must be cold"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it looks at me with its eyes (i know there's no other way it can see) and tells me "TAKE ME IN YOU IDIOT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am tempted to.. but achan says no.. tinuviel (my cat) is bound to get scared and will most likely attack her because of Hobbes (tinuviel's kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gave birth a couple of weeks back.. sadly we lost 3. Hobbes is the only smart one there. She seemed really sad when we took the bodies of the other one's away. Understandable. Mother's concern. In fact, when it came to number 3 she started crying (not literally.. meowing crying).. i felt really sorry for her then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbes was one chap (im not sure of the gender).. it hangs on to her belly most of the time.. the other buggers had no idea what to do. survival of the fittest i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can convince mohammad ikka to take the cat outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-2820418266863207622?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/2820418266863207622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=2820418266863207622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2820418266863207622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2820418266863207622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5584284460489639134</id><published>2007-04-27T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:59:47.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Metal: High Influence&lt;br /&gt;Hair Bands: Medium Influence&lt;br /&gt;90's Alternative: Low Influence&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Rock: Low Influence&lt;br /&gt;Classic Rock: Low Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have told you that without doing a dumb quiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5584284460489639134?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5584284460489639134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5584284460489639134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5584284460489639134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5584284460489639134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-taste-in-music-heavy-metal-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5105668506357889421</id><published>2007-04-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:48:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scar - Hmm......................  the time I fell down while playing football on the road.. well.. i was playing on the road.. and i get the ball (pretend im ruud van nistelrooy) "Its Ruud with the ball.. he's got past one.. he's clear.. there's no goalkeeper.. he kicks the ball.. and.. he goes through the goalposts.. and the ball follows!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is on the walls in your room? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;err.. posters.. Maiden posters.. two of em.. Ozzy..  Arjen Robben... Hendrix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What does your phone look like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its a blue Nokia 2112..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What music do you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heavy Metal.. lots of Iron Maiden.. Power Metal.. i like Kamelot.. Nightwish.. erm.. thrash metal.. Megadeth, Pantera, Testament......... lots of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is your current desktop picture? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Francesco Totti sucking his thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I want to reverse time and be able to watch Maiden perform in Bangalore. I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you believe in gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;well.. i DO believe in it.. because its legal in Holland and the Czech Republic.. i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What time were you born? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11 AM methinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are your parents still together? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yup.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What are you listening to? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;listening to my mum talk on the phone &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you get scared of the dark?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The last person to make you cry? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Iron Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Axe.. very stereotyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hair - I want a bald girlfriend. seriously though.. it doesnt matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you like pain killers? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Painkiller? in the singular yes.. a cracking song........ .......... painkillers.. as in the tablets.. well.. if i suffer from some sort of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Fave pizza topping? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;any non veg topping would do.. though i like mushrooms a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;errm.. chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Who was the last person you made mad? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Is anyone in love with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you .. because you're reading my blog.. if you're not in love with me.. you must be insane!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag.. karishma (if she's reading).. AJ.. mum.. anil (if he cares to), meera (yes, meera) and.......... anyone who wants to..&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/15414572-5105668506357889421?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5105668506357889421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5105668506357889421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5105668506357889421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5105668506357889421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-2288608142447294703</id><published>2007-04-18T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:19:56.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Football headlines we'd like to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jose Mourinho Eats Burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jose Mourinho allegedly left Stamford Bridge early for a McDonalds to eat a burger. Symptomatic of the decaying relations between Mourinho and Chelsea owner Roman Abramovich is the fact that Mourinho did not invite Abramovich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the contents of the burger are not known, the price is rumoured to be around 100 Million Dollars. Could this be Mourinho's new signing? Stamford Bridge refused comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when contacted, Jose Mourinho said, "We are good.. so we eat burger.. others drink soup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman Abramovich said, "I feel hurt that Jose ate a burger without inviting me and the rest of the team.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No Shorts for Number 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources at Old Trafford said that there arent any shorts that fit United Number 7, Cristiano Ronaldo. Allegedly, a clause in the Portuguese winger's new contract states that he will get all his shorts from a different source than United's sponsor - Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether this could be a clue as to Ronaldo's poor eating habits, we do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Gary Neville issued the following statement, "Bollocks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fabregas suffers from vision impairment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arsenal Coach, Arsene Wenger, admitted that Spanish Midfielder Francesc Fabregas suffers from vision impairment. Wenger said on friday night, "Zis is a really big problam for ze squad. Cesc is not able to zee very cleaarly. Zis resulted in him putting ze ball in his own net against Reading at ze Emirates Stadium."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabregas is determined to fight off his impairment. The Spanish International said, "Paul Scholes had a problem with his eye sight. I'm not as good as Paul Scholes, but I will try..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Scholes meanwhile said, "Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/15414572-2288608142447294703?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/2288608142447294703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=2288608142447294703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2288608142447294703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/2288608142447294703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/04/football-headlines-wed-like-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-5474880063854276457</id><published>2007-04-13T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:05:04.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love trees. I just think there should be trees everywhere. The only problem with trees though are birds. And when birds are on trees. They bombard you with shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Trees are way too beautiful not to be around. I wish I could go around planting trees on the side of the road. But its virtually impossible.&lt;br /&gt;1) It will take a hell of a lot of time to grow (I have no patience)&lt;br /&gt;2) Someone is sure to dump garbage over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pity that garbage disposal is one of the main problems in our state. Kerala is very beautiful. Especially during the monsoon season. Its breathtaking. The rains, lightning showers .. the swaying of trees in the distance. Magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have Garbage all round on the road. I mean, tourists STILL visit Cochin even though the garbage problem exists. What will happen if we get RID of all the muck on the street. We're sure to get more tourists. But.. the State Government is stupid. They dont know what they're missing out. They dont know a thing in fact, except how to line their own pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can beautify this place. Simple steps are all thats required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dump your garbage in the correct place. Not by the side of the road. Atleast the corporation collects the garbage that you put in the right bins.&lt;br /&gt;2) Plant trees. Look after them. They're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;3) Be Polite to tourists. Not polite as in go out of your way to help them. Though I see nothing wrong in this. If they ask you for directions.. point them in the right direction, dont give them wrong directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont fight the system. Its futile. Instead, try and do what the system has been failing to do. Its our city, our state and our country after all. Sure we have a few corrupt chaps as MPs, but we can do better than them for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-5474880063854276457?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/5474880063854276457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=5474880063854276457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5474880063854276457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/5474880063854276457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4474635613772002161</id><published>2007-04-10T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:45:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its sometimes an advantage being the son of a doctor. However its mostly scary.&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I've had the privilege of attending MANY a doctors conference (nowadays, I do my best to avoid them). Most of the ones that I attend are "family" events, though I may have attended a couple of doctors workshops or conferences as a volunteer. In this case, I was forced to sit through the entire "I would NOT recommend surgery, however there is a new drug called Phenobarbiton.. which .. blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is. Doctors are your friendly medical aide in the mornings. At Night Time, they change into WILD PARTY ANIMALS! No kidding. I'm serious. They all get drunk on whisky and cheap scotch during such conferences, and EVERYTHING is a mess. A Conference is a good conference when there's whisky. Its worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty scary though. You realise that you've put your life in the hands of this lot! Oh My god! What have I done. I mean.. do you really want a drunk person cracking really bad jokes performing delicate surgery on you (I agree, they're not drunk when they perform surgery, hopefully, but there is that side to them!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracking bad jokes is a must for doctors.  They think its really funny. I have so far had the privelege to meet 2 geniuinely funny doctors. The rest crack jokes almost as bad as mine. Ever heard of the Ophthalmologist who asked his guests if they wanted "glasses".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you go to a doctor, keep your wits about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4474635613772002161?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4474635613772002161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4474635613772002161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4474635613772002161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4474635613772002161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-sometimes-advantage-being-son-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4022862586948557697</id><published>2007-04-04T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T03:59:04.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruud'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oxymoron. When I was a kid, i thought it was an insult. Well, there are a lot of dumb things that I've done as a kid. My mum's favourite being the time when i put clothes into the toilet thinking it was a washing machine (dont ask).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are fun. Sometimes, I wish I was a kid again, to go back and do things right. Maybe I'll turn out much better then. But no, then I think. Oh crap! I've to relive all this again! Then  I think, maybe its BETTER that I DONT become a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to write two board exams again?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go through the whole process of learning to ride a bicycle? I mean. I hated LEARNING. Now that I know, I dont mind reading. Learning it was such a painful process. Its because I kept falling. I remember this one time I skinned my knee REALLY badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten hurt quite badly a couple of times. Take this one time. I was playing football on the road (Really hot. So, the road is hot as well right). Anyway, somebody plays me in with a fantastic through ball, which is quite hard, cause the road is really small. I was always a Ruud Van Nistelrooy fan, so I go.. RUUD! Will he finish.. he kicks.. and he stumbles.. falls.. ruud is sliding through past the makeshift goalposts (two stones) and ruud.. and the ball follows him.. GOAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Ruud's leg is skinned real bad. you can still see the scars on my left leg. It took one week of going to the hospital and getting it dressed with magnesium something. hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but beat this.&lt;br /&gt;a week later, Ruud is back in action. HE REPEATS THE FEAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4022862586948557697?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4022862586948557697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4022862586948557697' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4022862586948557697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4022862586948557697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/04/oxymoron.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-1718430464902880751</id><published>2007-04-01T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:38:02.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw 300 today. Its crap. I recommend you dont watch it. Its crap. Did I mention its crap.&lt;br /&gt;There is no plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messenger 1: Give us earth and water?&lt;br /&gt;King: Sorry man, this isnt an Inn.&lt;br /&gt;Messenger: Xerxes asks you for earth and water.&lt;br /&gt;King: well, if you go down the road, and take a right, you'll see an inn. ask for bob.&lt;br /&gt;Messenger: EARTH AND WATER YOU FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;King: What? you insulted me. and my wife.&lt;br /&gt;MessengeR: I never insulted your wife..&lt;br /&gt;King: You lying bastard. Meet me at the plains of godforsaken land by the sea. But wait, before that LET ME KILL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;*pushes guy into the well*&lt;br /&gt;King: THIS IS SPARTA. Not some random Inn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: I shall go seek the help of the council of elders, who are sure to refuse helping me. Especially since one guy is a selfish bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Council: The weird guys with leprosy said you cant go&lt;br /&gt;King: Yea, but look..&lt;br /&gt;Council: NO . NO WAR. Lets just perish here instead. Much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;King: Right, im just gonna take my bodygaurds who cant die.&lt;br /&gt;Council: Oh well, no point in stopping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kings bodyguards go and kick the butt of a million men*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xerxes: Man, this king is kicking my ass. And this weird costume isnt helping me think.&lt;br /&gt;Freak: Help me, and ill help you.&lt;br /&gt;Xerxes: Oh lord, someone take this monster out of my siight!!&lt;br /&gt;Freak: You bitch, listen to me.. I can help you beat that guy.&lt;br /&gt;Xerxes: Okay okay, blindfold me first though. Geez, and I thought I was a freak. All because of those GROW LONG tablets dad made me have.&lt;br /&gt;Freak: I'm beginning to wonder why I'm helping him.&lt;br /&gt;Xerxes: Right, I'll give you loads of hot weird girls if you help me out. I really dont know WHY these hot girls listen to me. I could well be a girl, if not for my freaky voice.&lt;br /&gt;Freak: yea yea.. just shut up and follow me alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Freak, who is a traitor, helps Xerxes kill our King friend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King: Ahh, tell the story of the brave 300.&lt;br /&gt;Weird Director: Sure, let me convert it into a boring movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-1718430464902880751?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/1718430464902880751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=1718430464902880751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/1718430464902880751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/1718430464902880751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-saw-300-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-4845917868930491931</id><published>2007-03-05T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:24:34.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a bit late writing this review, but.......&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden is back. Not only is Iron Maiden back, but they’re here, for the first time. Rather, they will be here on March 17th. Those of you who want to go but haven’t bought your tickets, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.ticketpro.in/"&gt;www.ticketpro.in&lt;/a&gt;. I’m not so sure about the availability of the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the show is part of their “A Matter of Life and Death tour”. The tour revolves around their 14th Studio Album – A Matter of Life and Death. There was much excitement amongst fans because this was Maiden’s 14th studio album, twice the number of Maiden’s 7th album – Seventh Son of a Seventh Son. Rumours had it that this was going to be a Conceptual Album, but it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album cover seems pretty cheesy to me, but it is certainly better than its predecessor – Dance of Death. Eddie standing atop a tank with zombie skeleton warriors isn’t my idea of a great album cover, but Maiden has never been known for good album covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album starts off with the song Different World, that’s when it strikes me, “Damn, Maiden has done another Dance of Death.” It isn’t so; the first song somehow reminds me of Wildest Dreams from the Dance of Death album. This is probably because I find both songs to be poor album openers compared to the other album openers. It is certainly not in the same range as that of Moonchild or Caught Somewhere in Time. Don’t get me wrong. I think the song is quite catchy, a sing along type chorus. I just didn’t think it is the perfect song to put as the album opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song, well, it never aroused much interest, one of two songs in the album which I rarely listen to and skip most of the time. “These Colors Don’t Run” is a quote from Bruce Dickinson’s rant in 2005 at Ozzfest after the Egg throwing incident. Well, the song doesn’t have anything to do with eggs or Ozzy or Sharon Osbourne even. The song describes a soldiers feelings as he is about to leave for war and gives his view of why he joined the army. The line “For the passion, for the money, for the glory, for the memory” clearly indicates that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than a thousand suns, well, the song title itself is a line from Judas Priest’s Painkiller. And the song is mind blowing. This album is pretty much about long songs, three of them clocking over 8 minutes. Brighter than a thousand suns is one of them. The song is about the nuclear bomb. The explosion obviously is what resembles the light from a thousand suns. The lyrics of the song are good, but not great. All in all, BTATS is a song that clearly defines the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilgrim follows next, with riffs and melodies that remind me of the sands of Arabia. I suppose that’s what it is supposed to do, because The Pilgrim seems to be about the Templar Knights or at least set in a period of religious turmoil. We will have to wait for Maiden to confirm that. This is another song with quite a catchy chorus, and Bruce sounds fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Longest Day, well, when I first played the song, and heard about a minute of it, I thought, this song is great. I wasn’t disappointed by the rest of the song either because it is fantastic. The song gives a soldier’s thoughts as he sits in the ship, awaiting a landing, probably Normandy. The lyrics, as usual are very realistic and the chorus is something that makes you feel sorry for the soldiers doing an empire’s dirty work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sliding, we go, only fear on our side,&lt;br /&gt;To the Edge of the wire&lt;br /&gt;And we rush with the tide&lt;br /&gt;Oh the water is red,&lt;br /&gt;With the blood of the dead&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still alive, pray to god I survive”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the shadows is one of the introspective songs that Maiden put on practically all their albums. We had Rainmaker in Dance of Death and Blood Brothers in Brave New World. The song, like its predecessors on the other albums, does not disappoint. My first thought as I played this song was, “Oh, Bruce has a cold, why is he singing”. I think he does this purposely. What? Sing like he has a cold, you’re asking? No. He’s given the song a particular effect with a nasal twang. I know it sounds ridiculous to you, but listen to the parts other than the chorus, it doesn’t sound like the Bruce singing on the other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg, well with a name like that you’d think the song was crap. You’re absolutely right. The song is pretty stereotyped. A Dave Murray written song, clearly realized thanks to the bluesy intro. The song was the first single from the album, quite a poor choice for a single. I wasn’t too enthusiastic about the album after I heard the song. Anyway, don’t get prejudiced about Dave Murray’s songwriting capabilities, he was the one who wrote Brave New World, Charlotte the Harlot, and Judas be my Guide. A poor effort this one though, the main riff is pretty ordinary and the lyrics seem to be the only saving grace. Who is Benjamin Breeg? God knows. If you want to know, ask Bruce when he comes down. If you’re going for the concert, start a chant “Who is Benjamin Breeg, who is Benjamin Breeg.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the greater good of God is a song that clock over nine minutes. The song is written by Steve Harris, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out though. That’s because the song has got a bass intro, all Maiden songs with bass intros are written by Steve Harris (almost). The song itself is about religious wars. About how many people kill in the name of religion, and glorify themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A wolf in sheep’s clothing&lt;br /&gt;Or Saintly or Sinner&lt;br /&gt;Or some that would believe&lt;br /&gt;A Holy War Winner”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is a typical Harris type song, and features a three guitar solo duel, which in my opinion is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of Light is the next song according to the album sleeve, and it is brilliant. I loved it from the first listen. It is fast, energetic and quite radio friendly. A bit like Wicker Man from Brave New World except that it is longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legacy starts with acoustic guitar work and Bruce singing in a strangely eerie way.  The song progresses with Harris putting out something different from his normal galloping bass. The song is again 9 minutes, and it is quite good. It is one of the best songs of the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Summing up, Maiden has changed nothing. It’s the same basic formula that rode them to success with Killers and The Number of the Beast. The only thing that has possibly changed is the fact that they are putting out longer songs, songs that clock over 7 minimum. This I think is in tune with people who like more progressive music nowadays. It is not progressive metal like Dream Theater or Rush, it is progressive heavy metal of Iron Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden rarely walks on roads with a lot of traffic. They are not interested in breaking into say, growl vocals, or perform live with an orchestra. Iron Maiden is Iron Maiden, and nothing anyone says or does, is going to change that. People can complain that they rarely change their style of music playing, or they use the same chords in most of their songs. Silly arguments I feel. I listen to Iron Maiden because I want to listen to good old Heavy Metal. If I wanted to listen to complex and progressive songs, I would throw on a Dream Theater or Liquid Tension Experiment disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is released by EMI and is available for Rs 350 (legally) or free (illegally). Or you can do both, like I did, download the album give it a listen, if you like it, buy it. Iron Maiden doesn’t have much against piracy. Bruce himself said, “Buy it only if you like it.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-4845917868930491931?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/4845917868930491931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=4845917868930491931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4845917868930491931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/4845917868930491931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-bit-late-writing-this-review-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-510523544885444099</id><published>2007-02-28T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:02:03.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Ticking away, the moments that makes up a dull day”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull days always tick slower. It is an unwritten law of nature. Exciting/Fun/Any other day ticks much faster. I wonder why. It is probably psychological, but I’m not a psychologist or a therapist of any sort, so I doubt I should be dwelling on the weirder aspects of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is actually quite funny an aspect. I mean, do you know it exists unless someone told you how to read the days and how to look at a calendar. As a kid, you were told, “this is the minute hand, that is the second hand and the other is the hour hand”. I used to like the hour hand. It was small. I’m still small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously though. How do you know time exists? If someone hadn’t told me that time exists, I wouldn’t bother looking into it too much. Let us just say, I wouldn’t have been one of the “great inventors of the world”, even when there was everything left to be invented/discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery; it mostly happens by accident, and then the people who discovered it are revered and honored like Gods. I wish I could discover something. At most when I’m doing a problem in math, oh God, please let me discover that the answer in the text book is wrong. But no, God doesn’t grant me that wish either. I suppose there’s a reason for that. He probably may want me to prove that MATH DOESN’T EXIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert funky Chinese Music here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against math. It is just that I could never do it right. I wouldn’t mind doing math if I didn’t have an examination to prepare for. I mean, it is pretty interesting isn’t it. You’ve to use your head a lot. Then again, I wouldn’t mind doing anything so long as I don’t have an exam to prepare for. Accountancy, Business Studies (Commerce, for those who haven’t read the name on the textbook), English (err) or Math, would be so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what would be an effective way to grade you? Not telling you that they’re grading you and doing it in secret! Ah, that would be great; no one would pass/achieve great things. There would be no achievers and there would be no under achievers. There would just be people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long for a time when people aren’t breaking their necks, just to prove that they’re better than the other person in the world. Actually, I’m not so sure I would want that, because that’s the primary element that keeps sports running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Man U care to finish top in the table if it didn’t matter? No, I don’t think so. So it should be that it matters in sports and doesn’t matter elsewhere. Ah, what a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-510523544885444099?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/510523544885444099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=510523544885444099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/510523544885444099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/510523544885444099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/02/ticking-away-moments-that-makes-up-dull.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-8808860292467164132</id><published>2007-02-27T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:09:15.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most wonderful part of every year for me is without doubt, the monsoon. I love it when it rains. It rains almost everywhere in the world, but rain is most beautiful in Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earliest memory of the monsoon is as a kid. When we used to get weekends off, on Saturdays, I would come to the front of the house and sit on the chair three times too big for me and stare outside at the downpour. I would prefer not to be disturbed while doing so, and the maid at home used to be a little concerned. I was probably around 5 (the furthest I can remember). How often do you see a five year old sit on the porch and watch the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be fantastic having to go to school in the rain. It gave me an excuse to get wet. Of course, I used to travel to school by an overcrowded auto rickshaw, but I did my best to get wet all the same. I would leave home wearing a new raincoat (I would invariably lose one every year), or with a new umbrella, either mum or dad escorting me to the front gate. Often I used to have my sister with me in the auto, but there was a period when she shifted schools, so I had to travel alone (ironically, there were about 13 people or so squeezed into the auto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auto driver would do his best to make sure that we kids wouldn’t get wet. There was a plastic sheet (blue in color and very dirty I might add) which used to cover both the entrance to auto and the “window”. I used to sit near the window because the sheet wouldn’t completely cover the window because up front the driver (his name was Sebastian) would have to stick his hand out occasionally to indicate the direction he was going to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the most fun part of going to school was gone. The Physical Education period was gone, when we used to run like mad people on to the field and play a game of cricket. We couldn’t play cricket in the rain, and none of us were football crazy. So we used to sit in class and play indoor games, mainly ones that we made up. There was “chess” (not the real thing, but one that involved a 3 by 3 matrix drawn on a book and a few items such as erasers and sharpeners), Name Place Animal Thing (a fascinating game which increased my knowledge) and word ending (which could be played with normal words or with countries, places, etc). There was also the occasional rebel who used to run around the class and play indoor cricket with a few people he bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the topic, I wonder why people hate the rain nowadays. It makes life difficult in a couple of ways. It stops traffic, can cause power cuts (we didn’t have power for three days last year due to a storm) and generally make life hell. But isn’t that the wonderful part of rain, the fact that something as simple as water, can take you away from all these modern inventions and necessities and make you invent new (or recreate old) ways to entertain yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, last year, as I mentioned, we didn’t have power for three days. Terrible storm it was, it happened when I was out. I got wet obviously; I enjoy walking in the rain. Anyway, we didn’t have power, and so going online was ruled out, turning on the TV was ruled out. My source of music was cut off because the computer couldn’t be turned on. So what did I do, I called a friend over and we played scrabble. I practiced on my guitar more frequently. I wrote a couple of poems (about the rain, if you must know). And I also went for walks in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking in the rain. It refreshes your senses and clears your thoughts. Of course, if you are walking in the rain, I recommend you wear three fourths or shorts. Do not wear jeans, the bottom will get dirty and it will just annoy you throughout your walk. Don’t wear sneakers, floaters are fine and preferably water proof ones. I mean the ones that don’t absorb water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the rain in my opinion is the most effective way of relaxing. Especially in West Cochin, when it rains, it practically brings life to a stand still. So there’s very little traffic around, which is a good thing for your walks. No traffic, no noise, more time for thinking. Thinking about what you may ask. Anything, think about anything; The India US Nuclear Deal, the Railway Budget, your past, your future, your present or even why you like walking in the rain. For those who live in Kerala, if you haven’t tried it. Try it this monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking in the rain, you meet an occasional nut who will ask you why you’re walking in the rain and will suggest to a friend or relative that you are mentally unstable for walking in the rain. In Kerala, it is impossible for people to mind their own business. For example, yesterday mum looked out of the window and saw someone walking. The person looked like someone we knew, so mum thought it was him. The man came down the road leading to our place and mum shouts to dad “Just check if it is so and so.” It wasn’t so and so, it was probably some man walking to reduce his weight, something I might suggest to both mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the people who call you insane don’t worry about them. Just ignore them. They don’t know what they’re missing out on. What is better than walking in the rain is walking immediately after the rain, before the sun comes out? After the rain, there’s a beautiful smell that fills the earth. The smell supposedly attracts snakes, but I don’t care. I’m with the snakes on this one. The smell is heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those people who haven’t witnessed the Kerala Monsoon, I say, come down here and experience it. Its magnificent, it is beautiful. Do nothing other than stare at the rain falling down from the heavens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-8808860292467164132?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/8808860292467164132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=8808860292467164132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8808860292467164132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8808860292467164132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/02/most-wonderful-part-of-every-year-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-8536324117782278582</id><published>2007-02-25T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:25:00.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='board exams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been pretty busy since the last post. Sleeping consumes most of my time. Fascinating really, how much I can sleep. I think I can quite a bit. I mean, I sleep in the afternoon. Sleep in the morning (for about an hour or two) and sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I feel sleepy. Plus, the television has decided to show good movies. Oscar Fever. What a time.. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the reason why I should be kept away from the internet. THE BOARD EXAM *dun dun dun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Board Exam was devised as a way to equally assess all the school leaving students of India. Very noble thought. Obviously, if colleges looked at your school leaving marks, "certain" schools would do their best to give you the highest possible marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not equally assessing shit. There are three sets for each paper. Everyone knows that. Set A, Set B and Set C, but that okay, because the questions differing in each set are pretty much the same level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats NOT fair, is that there are three different papers ENTIRELY. They're called "Foreign, Delhi and Outside Delhi" (There's also the Compartment for those who are interested). I've got this book that has question papers of the past 6 years. Of these, it has the Delhi Papers and the Outside Delhi papers and the Compartment ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt take a genius to figure out the fact that the Outside Delhi paper is tougher than the Delhi Paper. Then I wonder, why does Delhi have a paper to itself? Because its the capital of the country. I would like a paper for Kochi, because, say.. its the Queen of the Arabian Sea. If there any CBSE Personnel reading this, please leave a comment and tell me why Delhi gets a separate paper. Is it too exclusive to fall under the Outside Delhi Category?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the fact that papers are different. Our exams are subject to the "Human Element", as they say in our Business Studies Textbook. Meaning, our answer scripts are corrected by Humans. What Fun. That means, they could be in a good (generous) or bad (stingy) mood. Depending on your luck, you get a good examiner or a bad examiner. I pray I get a good one :D. Doesnt everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our papers, one year of hardwork (okay, maybe one month, one week or one day) are tossed around in these huge sacks and carried around from place to place. Who's responsible for the loss/destruction of the answer script. What does the CBSE care if one answer script is lost/destroyed? What does anyone care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be overreacting (as most people who have already written their boards will say), but I would like to know the answers to these questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Fulham lost to Man U&lt;br /&gt;late winner by Cristiano Ronaldo. Matchwinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-8536324117782278582?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/8536324117782278582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=8536324117782278582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8536324117782278582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/8536324117782278582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-pretty-busy-since-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-551215175946558725</id><published>2007-02-08T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:57:58.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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:180%;"&gt;And the reds go marching on…&lt;/span&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;A&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fter the away defeat to Arsenal, it was up to the Red Devils to prove that one defeat did not see them slip out of the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did they do it in style or what? Consecutive 4-0 wins in the premiership against struggling side &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Watford&lt;/st1:place&gt; (who cares) and Martin Jol’s Spurs at &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;White   Hart Lane&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second one was what shut up critics (maybe not ALL of them). They played a first half that was smudged because of referee Mark Clattenburg’s decisions. He had a tough time from the first whistle. Scholes going in for a few rough tackles early on. It is difficult for referee’s to hand out cards that early in the game. It would set a standard to which they would have to abide throughout the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, Clattenburg got a few crucial decisions wrong. Henrik Larsson was fouled in the penalty box and a penalty wasn’t awarded to United. Clattenburg wasn’t placed very well for making that decision, but that’s not an excuse. Its his job to be placed correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;United Captain Gary Neville, for reasons best known to him, grabbed on to Spurs defender Chimbonda as a free kick came into United’s penalty box. I underline CAPTAIN, because Neville shouldn’t resort to such methods to hold off his opponents. Would you see John Terry or Steven Gerrard do that? And Neville has more experience than either of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now the third decision. Ronaldo is such a convincing actor that when he dived, Clattenburg was SURE he was fouled and awarded United a penalty! Ronaldo converted, put United up. 1-0 united.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halftime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second half and United win a corner. Now, John Terry is in my opinion the best header of the ball presently. There are only three people I think are capable of winning a header against Terry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peter Crouch – because of his sheer height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fabio Cannavaro – On his day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stand up.. Nemanja Vidic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way Vidic attacks the ball as its flighted by Carrick is a sight. He sees Ronaldo go for the same ball and decides, no no, this is mine. It found the back of the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The third goal, Paul Scholes, perennial, nearly made a mess of it. He does his best to screw up but the ball says, oh hell, I’m going in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After three goals, Spurs marking was way off. Their defence was in shamble. A fresh pair of legs come on in the form of Louis Saha and picks out Ryan Giggs with a fantastic through ball. Giggs has only Robinson to beat, and he finishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;United did make a few mistakes towards the end. Ferdinand gave the ball away to Keane, fortunately Keane couldn’t convert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also found out what position John O’Shea plays best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-551215175946558725?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/551215175946558725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=551215175946558725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/551215175946558725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/551215175946558725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-reds-go-marching-on-fter-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-374008394859065050</id><published>2007-01-10T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:14:21.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Scholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glory Glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manchester United'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristiano Ronaldo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Glory Glory Man U?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ask a Man United fan their prediction for this season and most will say “The Treble, again!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of Man U doing the treble seems laughable, even for me, a Man U fan (I would be really happy if they do pull off the treble). Football however unpredictable isn’t undecipherable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man U’s fixtures after the Christmas don’t seem too good. They have to play away games at Stamford Bridge, The Millennium Stadium, Anfield and Fratton Park. Yes, Fratton Park as well. Portsmouth will give Man U a good run for their money on their &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RaSsfWajrVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/V2YIu1Gq0Qk/s1600-h/img_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018325539390467410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RaSsfWajrVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/V2YIu1Gq0Qk/s320/img_0675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;home ground, but I don’t see Man U not winning that. It’ll be a good game unless Portsmouth plays really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daunting Task : Stamford Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man U have already lost their home game to Arsenal. A goal by Emmanuel Adebayor (yes, one single solitary goal) sealing their fate. Arsenal haven’t yet lost at their new stadium, which isn’t good reading for Man U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home game against Chelsea was an “even Steven” game at 1-1. A costly error by full back Gabriel Heinze costing them 3 points, which allowed Ricardo Carvalho to head the ball in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may hate Chelsea for staying so close to Man U’s heels, but their master tactician, Jose Mourinho will never EVER let them lose a home game, especially one so crucial. So let us just assume Man U forfeits three points there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anfield is a fortress. Sure, Arsenal penetrated that fortress. However Jersey Dudek was keeping and I think that was what cost them. Rosicky’s goals seemed savable. Gerrard (Stevie G himself) didn’t go for the block. A piss poor performance by Liverpool that day, still they’re unbeaten at home in the premiership. Not good reading for Man U again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man U’s victories seem to depend on the man on fire. Stand up Cristiano Ronaldo. The game against Wigan was proof enough. I don’t think Wigan is exactly a weak &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RaStE2ajrWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tfVGTR1y5_Q/s1600-h/ronaldo_cristiano_mufc_profile_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018326183635561826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RaStE2ajrWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tfVGTR1y5_Q/s320/ronaldo_cristiano_mufc_profile_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;team, nevertheless, the first eleven that Sir Alex played should have at least scrounged one goal. Yet they didn’t. SAF realizing his mistake, took off Darren Fletcher (I don’t know what he does to Man U’s attack, but obviously not very much) and brought on Ronaldo, who scored twice in that game (okay one was a penalty and Park may have scored if he wasn’t brought down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man of the Moment - Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul Scholes is another player who will have an impact on Man U’s performance this season (he has had an impact on their performance every season actually). If Scholes plays well, he controls Man U’s game (except for their tackling of course).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man U’s previous game, the FA Cup fixture against Villa was close. I absolutely &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RaStuGajrXI/AAAAAAAAABA/dAO0PjQ1mq0/s1600-h/scholes_paul_mufc_profile_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018326892305165682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RaStuGajrXI/AAAAAAAAABA/dAO0PjQ1mq0/s320/scholes_paul_mufc_profile_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drooled over some of Henrik Larsson’s touches and moves, but something was missing. Paul Scholes didn’t play that match and Ronaldo seemed to be off touch. Something was missing about his game. Sure he ran in, ran out, crossed in, crossed out, step over, step under, step right, step left, blah blah blah, but still he lacked that magical touch of his (otherwise we would have seen him scoring, or at least creating a spectacular goal). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perennial - Paul Scholes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wayne Rooney was by far the most wasteful player of the game. He had many shots and didn’t capitalize even once. The only worthwhile thing he did was when he squared up Larsson for his shot. Rooney surely, is more a creative player than a finisher; his goal scoring record this season will prove that. I think that’s what happens when you play alongside Ruud Van Nistelrooy and Louis Saha, both of whom are deadly goal scorers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man U’s got a problem with their defence as well. Yes, Vidic is a fantastic find, nobody would deny it. He’s a threat from set pieces and brings about solidity to the defence as well. Lets just see who’s come on in if for example one of the defenders get injured or suspended (God forbid). Right back, we have JOHN O SHEA! Brilliance, what a dynamic player (sarcasm). Center Half we have WES BROWN (hmm..) and MIKAEL SILVESTRE (the most useless person to play Center Half, actually it’s a close call between him and Khalid Boulahrouz, and maybe even Boumsong, Bramble could also fall into this category).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good replacement they have in defence is in the left back position. Patrice Evra and Gabriel Heinze. Both are prone to mistakes. They’re not exactly brilliant Maldini standards or anything, but they’re good enough, come up with overlaps and stuff. Speaking of overlaps, its hard to tell whether Gary Neville is a midfielder a Right Forward or a Right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Football? Hardly.&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/15414572-374008394859065050?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/374008394859065050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=374008394859065050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/374008394859065050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/374008394859065050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/01/glory-glory-man-u-ask-man-united-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RaSsfWajrVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/V2YIu1Gq0Qk/s72-c/img_0675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-440636630444533655</id><published>2007-01-04T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:14:21.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RZ0iYcHbSkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BJ5klrkZrGc/s1600-h/terry_john_cfc_profile_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016203363220146754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RZ0iYcHbSkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BJ5klrkZrGc/s320/terry_john_cfc_profile_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wanted - One Central Defender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scratch my back and do it fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John Terry is Chelsea. And Chelsea's backbone depends on Terry's back. Normally, Chelsea's defence is impenetrable. It doesnt seem the same anymore. Chelsea have conceded 8 goals in their past 5 games against Everton, Wigan, Fulham, Reading and Villa. The Villa game being a 0-0 draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea scraped wins against Everton and Wigan. Everton conceded goals of a different class whereas against Wigan, Chelsea scored a late winner, Arjen Robben scoring a goal in injury time. Jose Mourinho stated after the Wigan game, "Father Christmas was very kind to us, we did not deserve to win"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets consider Chelsea's defensive options - John Terry (ruled out till 11th), Ricardo Carvalho (the only fit Centre Half), Khalid Boulahrouz (injured), Ashley Cole (fit), Paulo Ferreira (fit), Geremi (fit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RZ0jrMHbSmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a_f6cnCs-V4/s1600-h/khalid%20boulahrouz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016204784854321762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RZ0jrMHbSmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a_f6cnCs-V4/s320/khalid%2520boulahrouz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of this lets see who all can play the Central Postion. John Terry - out. Ricardo Carvalho - fit and according to Mourinho one of two players who are currently giving 100% while playing (the other being Didier Drogba, in case you're brain cells are dead) and your last option - Khalid Boulahrouz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cannibal - Feeding off Scraps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I first saw "The Cannibal" play for Holland in the World Cup and I must admit he didnt impress me at all. He lacks focus, he commits unnecessary fouls and he's never on the right side of the forward. In a way, it may be good for him that he's injured, he can't embarass himself anymore in the position of Centre Half. Stick to Right Back and try to improve, Boula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interesting Point to note : Ricardo Carvalho is suspended for the next game (unsure source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The transfer window is open and among other people, Sol Campbell and Matthew Upson are linked with Chelsea. Prices have sky rocketed, mainly because Chelsea has the dough and in the past were willing to pay fabulous prices for players who werent worth that much (yes, I'm talking about the Ukrainian). Mourinho said that he would rather play his 55 year old assistant instead of paying high prices. He may well have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea seems to be overcome with injury problems. Joe Cole is injured. Andriy Shevchenko went public and said that he would like to play for Milan on loan if Chelsea did not require him. Chelsea can use him actually. Make him play alongside Drogba and defenders will be too busy laughing at the 30 million man. Thats a 30 million joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea's board seems to have made it clear that Mourinho has to improve results or face the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-440636630444533655?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/440636630444533655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=440636630444533655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/440636630444533655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/440636630444533655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/01/wanted-one-central-defender-scratch-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6_9YOIoyhw/RZ0iYcHbSkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BJ5klrkZrGc/s72-c/terry_john_cfc_profile_2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-3704194796795099658</id><published>2007-01-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T07:27:50.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maiden'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy nooooo year ye odd lumps reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. 2006 passed like that.. yes .. exactly.. just like that.. and for those of you for whom it didnt pass like that, ye be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moments of 2006&lt;br /&gt;January - nothing.&lt;br /&gt;February - nothing&lt;br /&gt;March - Writing John's exams (eegh)&lt;br /&gt;April - Nothing&lt;br /&gt;May - John's results (yes.. my results)&lt;br /&gt;June - &lt;a href="mailto:#@%#$^W@#$^@$"&gt;#@%#$^W@#$^@$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - Italy, The Headbutt and Head Boy moment&lt;br /&gt;August - Turning 17&lt;br /&gt;September - New Cousin&lt;br /&gt;October - hmm&lt;br /&gt;November - ohh yes november&lt;br /&gt;December - argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My songs of 2006 (the ones i liked most, it may not be released in 06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Maiden's A Matter of Life and Death&lt;br /&gt;Dream Theater - 6.00 and Under a Glass Moon&lt;br /&gt;Funeral For a Friend - Roses for the Dead&lt;br /&gt;Morrissey - Irish Blood, English Heart&lt;br /&gt;Shakira - Hips Dont Lie&lt;br /&gt;Herbert Gronemeyer - Celebrate the Day&lt;br /&gt;Audioslave - Like a Stone&lt;br /&gt;etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year again&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post regularly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-3704194796795099658?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/3704194796795099658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=3704194796795099658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3704194796795099658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/3704194796795099658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-nooooo-year-ye-odd-lumps-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-116394638597711870</id><published>2006-11-19T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:26:26.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/832/1427/1600/daniel_craig_50217h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/832/1427/320/daniel_craig_50217h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In her Majesty's Secret Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Granted, Daniel Craig is the most unlikely Bond (James Bond..to you) in the world. Lets inspect though, are you judging AFTER watching the movie or before? If you havent watched the movie yet, bang your head against a brick wall and hope to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I owe Daniel Craig an apology, though the chances that he is reading this is less than zero. Mr Craig, you have played Bond in the movie Casino Royale brilliantly. He is the most human bond. Susceptible to errors unlike the other Bonds we know who are suave, smart, sexy and never wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Bond, having just been promoted to "double O" (license to kill) status, is prone to mistakes. He gets himself caught on camera while blowing up an embassy and he also drinks poisoned martini. Not something you would catch Sean Connery or Pierce Brosnan or even Roger Moore doing, I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of the movie revolves around a high stake poker game. The villain (no, not Daniel Craig) has invested a lot of money from terrorist organisations in the market and because our man Bond ruins his well thought of plan, he loses over 10 million. So this villainous chap decides to have a high stake poker game. Who wins? Does Bond hunt the man down after he wins the game or does Bond win the game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interestingly, Bond falls in love with a very interesting personality played by Eva Green. Another personality I never thought would find a place in a Bond movie, but obviously I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bond isnt the only one prone to error, the entire of MI6 is, as you will find out when you progress through the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Mr Craig : I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Movie goers : Get watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/15414572-116394638597711870?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/116394638597711870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=116394638597711870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/116394638597711870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/116394638597711870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-her-majestys-secret-service-granted.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-116239564124680558</id><published>2006-11-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T07:40:41.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Draw two&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                        Valentin Ivanov had quite an eventful game on 26th June (Indian Time). He played cards, deadly game for the players (*cough* football players). They of course suffered and acted and simulated and did everything they could to make the other team get more cards. The point of this game was to make the opposing team draw as many cards as they could and Ivanov was quite generous, handing out whenever he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Chelsea versus Barcelona, of course, you may wonder what I have for these sort of games. So I’ll tell you, nothing in particular. I thought Chelsea played decent football yesterday, and Barcelona still a shadow of their last year’s team. The game of course ended in a draw (2-2) with Drogba equalizing for Chelsea in the 93rd minute. Jose Mourinho for a second thought he had scored the goal and went in for a series of celebrations. Frank Rijkaard on the other hand just got furious with the officials decision to add on 6 minutes of injury time. I don’t blame him. If I were in his place I would have jumped down the referee and the fourth official’s throat (beg your pardon, I didn’t get the referee’s name thus far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Referee’s are in the game to ensure smooth play. Not to stop the game when its building up at Central Midfield. Rough tackles happen in midfield, especially when clubs of the standard of Chelsea and Barcelona play. Both do their best to ensure a win for their club, even if it resorts to slightly unpleasant methods. When I talk about unpleasant methods, I’m not only talking about rough tackles, but also its direct opposite, simulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        People regard Chelsea as a diver’s club more than a footballing one, but Barcelona seemed to have taken a couple of lessons from them with regard to yesterday’s match. Deco fell to the floor, supposedly injured and was writhing around when next second the ball was hit at him by someone (again, I forget who) and boom, he’s back on his feet and ready to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        The refereeing for yesterday’s game was bad, to say the least and piss poor in the extreme. Bad tackles went unpunished and good tackles were taken into the book. Carlos Puyol lifted his boot to the shoulder of a Chelsea player (cant remember who), which definitely should have been a yellow card, but nothing was given except a free kick to Chelsea. Ricardo Carvalho, inadvertently (perhaps), kicked fellow Portuguese player Deco in the thigh and got away with it, and this time, I don’t think Deco was acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Frank Lampard got a yellow card for walking. I kid you not, a (second) yellow card was supposed to be given to Ashley Cole, who would have headed for the showers had Frank Lampard not walked right in front of the referee and Cole. Luckily for Cole and unluckily for Lampard. Watching the replay, it was quite clear that the card was intended for Cole, but Lampard walks into the frame and screams something at someone (possibly a fellow player) and goes into the referee’s book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Bravo Ref! I always wanted Chelsea to be looked into closely by the referee’s because of their talent for acting, led by Arjen Robben of course, the Olympic Diver. Robben is a powerful winger, and very easy to go to ground, even if there’s no contact. Thus far, I’ve never seen him go into the book for simulation. Didier Drogba happily elbowed a few Barcelona players yesterday. The referee called a few shots, but at all the wrong times. He didn’t nip arguments when it was required of him and he was not lenient on the softer tackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        A case against Barcelona, young boy Lio Messi, comes into the spotlight, not out of the ordinary, but a piss poor way of making yourself famous. A fight erupted and both Chelsea and Barcelona players gathered round, no doubt passing death threats to one another, but Lio Messi goes one step further and tries to push Khalid Boulahrouz off his feet. Needless to say, he doesn’t succeed, Boulahrouz nearly being double his age and his size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        One bad decision by the ref is all that’s required to make the game go hay-way. If he penalizes someone for a soft tackle, he has set himself a standard. Any tackle on the same level or even a little rougher, has to be taken into account. The little rougher one’s going into the book for a yellow card and the “real rough” ones, which would have been a yellow card in any other game, would see red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Ace referee Pierluigi Collina says it best, “We aren’t enemies. There are two teams playing and the role of the referee is to help them play better”.Till then, we see yellow and red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-116239564124680558?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/116239564124680558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=116239564124680558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/116239564124680558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/116239564124680558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/11/draw-two-valentin-ivanov-had-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-116127029515744110</id><published>2006-10-19T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:04:55.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chelsea kills football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It took one moment of magic from Didier Drogba to seal the deal for Chelsea and European Champions Barcelona. Then again, for Chelsea, it always takes only one moment of brilliance isnt it, and its most always from Drogba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Ivory Coast international deceived Barca captain Carlos Puyol with a fantastic touch and slammed the ball into the back of the net, leaving no chance for Barca keeper Valdez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One moment of brilliance, I was on the edge of my seat. And then the game settled to its normal pace, with Barca enjoying most of the possession, though not doing anything very productive with it. Barca played one of their worst games of football last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea didnt play very entertaining football either. Both played very mediocre football. Though the reason I lash out at Chelsea is because of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea is a team with a large number of attacking options. Midfielders like Arjen Robben, Michael Ballack and Frank Lampard are some of the biggest names in the world. Then why is it that Chelsea always seems to win on a 1-0 margin, unless they get free chances. Do they forget the fact that they have to attack and decide instead only to defend and keep the ball in midfield? Or is it because they feel they dont need to attack and leave their defence (a little) unprotected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/832/1427/1600/makelele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/832/1427/320/makelele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea, as far as I can tell, is not a team that needs to worry about their defence. Captain John Terry and the rest of the defensive company is assurance enough that the defence is well looked after. Petr Cech is by no means a bad goalkeeper, nor is Carlo Cudicini. Even Hilario, whom the papers took after, isnt a bad keeper. Claude Makelele does ALL the dirty work in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makelele does the dirty work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;midfield, wins crucial tackles, nips the attack of other teams in the bud. Then WHY cant Chelsea win with more than a 1-0 margin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/832/1427/1600/sheva%20signing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/832/1427/320/sheva%20signing.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didier Drogba and Andriy Shevchenko are a threat to any defence, even Italian, though the latter isnt troubling many defenders with Chelsea. Shevchenko is a 30+million waste at the moment. The Chelsea midfield cant provide enough through balls for him to survive on, a move to Arsenal would have made more sense, if Arsenal were willing to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm pretty sure a time will come when Chelsea thinks they've won the game after scoring one goal, even if their opponents are two goals up. This would be playing in the team's mind : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shevchenko signing up for a goal drought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh well, thats our goal tally for the day, lets defend now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because of the absence of a youth system, I doubt Chelsea will last in the Premiership, especially when teams like Reading, Aston Villa, Tottenham Hotspurs and Everton are playing with so much passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-116127029515744110?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/116127029515744110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=116127029515744110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/116127029515744110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/116127029515744110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/10/chelsea-kills-football-it-took-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-116066445998019797</id><published>2006-10-12T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T07:47:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway.. so i realise i havent come to my own blog for a long time.. and now is the first time in about two months or so..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i just gotta speak a few random words&lt;br /&gt;i had to go for this Young World Quiz thing. so i went.. and you know.. im thinking there are gonna be chicks and all.. so i decide to wear my epaulets and my head boy badge and EVERYTHING and go to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place was DEVOID OF THEM. sorry if you were there and feel insulted.. but couldnt you MAKE YOUR PRESENCE FELT (OR SEEN)&gt;?&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Shashi Tharoor's Five Dollar Smile.. I think its quite funny.. some of the stories.. i just love the way he captures the malayali mindset in some stories.. couple of things you ought to know if you come to kerala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staple Food : Rice.. (yuck.. i suppose anyone would say that about their own respective staple foods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics : The party who bribes the most wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: Laze around .. pretend to be important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: Okay.. not bad.. but any problems, blame the mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colours: RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideology : Nobody knows the meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to travel : Well, it would be better if you took a bus everywhere. But then you have to know how to tell the conductor the name of the stop correctly otherwise he would ask you a million times. Students get a concession on tickets, but only if they are in uniform on days the Government does not declare holidays. If you happen to be travelling on a day its not a holiday.. please pretend to ignore the conductor after you pay him the fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to communicate: The people of Kerala are literate. They understand most languages, but that doesnt stop them from passing remarks if you dont speak Malayalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport : Politics, aside from that Football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-116066445998019797?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/116066445998019797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=116066445998019797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/116066445998019797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/116066445998019797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/10/anyway_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-115625893028445191</id><published>2006-08-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:02:10.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reasons why I think Mathematics is female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It is unnecessarily complex&lt;br /&gt;2) There are about a million ways to do the same problem, but NOT GET THE SOLUTION!&lt;br /&gt;3) Women can multiply problems .. Mathematics has multiplication as well&lt;br /&gt;4) Women can subtract money .. Mathematics has subtraction.&lt;br /&gt;5) You never understand a thing a woman says.. its the same with maths&lt;br /&gt;6) You cant live without maths.. you cant live without women either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-115625893028445191?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/115625893028445191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=115625893028445191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115625893028445191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115625893028445191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/08/reasons-why-i-think-mathematics-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-115570215267367321</id><published>2006-08-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:22:32.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right&lt;br /&gt;being 17 is no different from being 16. I know ive just experienced one day of this.. but its the same shit.. everyone wants to grow up.. be 17-18.. you LIVE THE SAME LIFE GOD DAMN IT.. the angel of money and parties isnt gonna come to you and say "look.. you're 17 now.. here.. you can have a credit card with infinite credit and party everyday while i look at your books and make you pasS"&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;ok.. thats that&lt;br /&gt;but otherwise.. it isnt that bad.. atleast you know you lived till youre 17/// i mean.. you know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-115570215267367321?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/115570215267367321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=115570215267367321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115570215267367321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115570215267367321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/08/right-being-17-is-no-different-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-115548701813490267</id><published>2006-08-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:36:58.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In an unprecedented move.. I have decided that I will stop listening to Iron Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! yeah right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. Ive been away almost the whole day I guess.. Its been kinda tiring.. but you know.. its better than sitting in the house and rotting.. and farting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never been much of an outdoorsy person because i spent most of my life with my most favourite person in the world inside the house - the computer. so i had a childhood deprived of sports..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ive started playing them now.. except for basketball in which i can barely pronounce the players names' let alone dribble the ball without committing one of the million fouls (doubling, shifting, violation etc etc) too many fouls to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the good thing about football.. if you're italian.. you can think that the ref wont see you elbow a player while jumping for the ball.. and when the guy falls down with blood coming from his face.. you can pretend innocence.. there are too few players in basketball to commit such a heinous crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if you're french.. learning to headbutt your opponent is a good option. of course.. this can only be done if you're a world class player cited by many as the greatest player ever playing in your last game ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else will fail miserably (ie. they wont get caught)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: 200 people in the world dont know the meaning of headbutt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-115548701813490267?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/115548701813490267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=115548701813490267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115548701813490267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115548701813490267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-unprecedented-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-115544803533465671</id><published>2006-08-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:47:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a inverse relation between violence at home and marks at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greater the marks .. the less violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so recently, in a shouting match, which involved a few things thrown at each other.. I am subdued. not too much.. but enough not to go for the Independence Day ball which was yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not like the I-Day ball would have been fun for me or anything.. not many people from school went.. I wouldnt have known many people.. plus I cant dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to say "Learn".. yea.. well its like telling an elephant to learn to dance.. okay.. i dont look ANYTHING like an elephant.. but im pretty sure an elephant and I could have a good dancing competition .. and he'd win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt born to dance. I was born to headbang.. go in a wild frenzy.. banging my head (not literally).. around.. long hair (not yet) floating .. hitting other people in the face with that same long hair and then hearing them complain about the stinging.. yep.. thats what i was made for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next day.. neck pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-115544803533465671?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/115544803533465671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=115544803533465671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115544803533465671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115544803533465671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-inverse-relation-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-115513247770027553</id><published>2006-08-09T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:07:57.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hips dont lie - Shakira feat. Wyclef Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how much input came in from shakira.. i mean.. okay.. so the video has her shaking her butt and all.. wow.. quite nice.. etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;has anyone noticed how much SINGING she actually does for the song? no.. welll.. she sings the chorus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell is the song called Shakira feat. Wyclef Jean then?? it should be Wyclef Jean (and a whole lot of other guys) feat Shakira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.. its the other way around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs are wierd.. so are bands&lt;br /&gt;for example.. green day releases an album mocking the scene of pop today.. but they're mainstream shit.. now they cant sell without MTV !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contradictory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of Sell Outs (in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Slayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it.. for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-115513247770027553?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/115513247770027553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=115513247770027553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115513247770027553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115513247770027553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/08/hips-dont-lie-shakira-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-115436234913212078</id><published>2006-07-31T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T09:12:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And we have exams.. tommorow is economics.. half of us dont know what these three million lines are going up and down a book.. i mean.. price increases demand decreases.. plot graph and shit like that.. rationale for P = MC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently "A decline in the total availability of food leads to widespread starvation and famines"&lt;br /&gt;Gee whiz.. really?&lt;br /&gt;Its like saying.. many many dogs involved in amorous acts will lead to an increase in the dog population.. like duh.. wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean how dumb can you get..&lt;br /&gt;Amartya Sen wrote that.. and I could have written the same but nobody would have looked at it the same way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : An increase in the users of internet will lead to an increase in the number of blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45% of people reading this are wasting their time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-115436234913212078?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/115436234913212078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=115436234913212078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115436234913212078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115436234913212078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-we-have-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414572.post-115432825122385689</id><published>2006-07-30T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:44:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I recently joined Orkut.. and I realised its the greatest thing that happened to man after google.. i mean.. of course.. google and orkut are by the same people (google) .. I found so many people on Orkut.. and a hell of a lot of wierdos as well.. with a name like "Im off for 3 weeks" .. yea i pity the guy as well..&lt;br /&gt;anyway the secret of orkut is donuts.. everyone knows that donuts are the source of power in orkut.. if you eat donuts in the morning then you can perform more on orkut (like determine who is gonna add you in the next 24 hours).. I know you guys didnt know that part.. I mean.. the god damn SERVER runs on donuts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Bad people.. no donut for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414572-115432825122385689?l=asfre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/feeds/115432825122385689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414572&amp;postID=115432825122385689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115432825122385689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414572/posts/default/115432825122385689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfre.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-i-recently-joined-orkut.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04189658493484211656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
