<?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-3492247351235772180</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:16:14.669+05:30</updated><category term='The last music'/><category term='Testimonials'/><category term='The big fight'/><category term='My Views...'/><category term='Dream Project'/><category term='This part of my life is called...'/><title type='text'>My Mistakes...</title><subtitle type='html'>It's my life.. not mistakes. Life teaches me a lot.. but I did the same mistakes again.
Read my blog about me.. my life and my Mistakes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-8405804160448012610</id><published>2008-08-05T21:08:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:35:05.932+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Views...'/><title type='text'>he made my day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/SJiKRaDPVzI/AAAAAAAACxs/KYRi8lHAODU/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/SJiKRaDPVzI/AAAAAAAACxs/KYRi8lHAODU/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231082998846150450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a part of a small celebration.. Chetana invited me for a treat @CCD. She is completing 2 years with Accenture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By around 3:30 pm today we both went down... first she took me to the vodafone shop to pay her monthly rental for her 3rd vodafone mobile number.. I still wonder why girls often change their mobile numbers. Any ways.. as usual there was a long queue near the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a seat and started going tru today news paper. Near me sat one kid of around 12-15yrs of age.. a tamilian to be specific.. with unclean dress and brown hair. I thought he is a helper in that shop. But to my surprise.. he was waiting for his turn to meet the vodafone executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i didn't look at him that much.. but in that crowd it was hard for me to notice him. When the vodafone executive called his token number.. i was surprised.. what is this guy doing in this shop. Majority of the people there were well dressed IT professional...talking loud in some western slang.. but this guy looks like a poor kid..seemed to me like an uneducated kid..every one kept a distance, a strange and puzzled look with a big question mark in their face.."what is this chap doing with an old Nokia 1100 mobile in the with vodafone shop". Obviously he had some problem with the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started noticing him..he started explaining his problems with the vodafone executive. He was calm while he explained his problem to the person in white shirt and red tie. Unnaturally the executive started asking him so many questions.. like, "from where did he took the connection" to eventually asking him to remove the SIM from the mobile to check if the SIM is a valid one or not. I think the executive also might have thought... what is this guy doing here. Even when the executive start firing with tons of questions.. he sat there composed and replied very politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not an usual tamilian. To me, local tamilians shouts louder if they are having a problem and they create a mess out of it. But this was so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chetana called me.. this was a sign for me get up and move to CCD. I looked at the kid for the last time.. and left to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 mins.. we were at the CCD. We ordered for a cool blue and a chocolate frappé and started chatting..gossiping.. and to my surprise the I saw the same kid, who was in the vodafone shop, entering the CCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CCD down my office is one of the hot spot for lovers.. business man and all the NIFT beauties... Today CCD was deserted and the usual A.R Rahman song was playing in full throttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CCD employees had a puzzled look at the kid and my senses fully turned to that boy. In-fact we both stared at the same unwanted object at the CCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood near the counter, with his head raised, asked for a coffee. Every one had a laugh initially and we too. Initially no one cared about him and we got our orders and started having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid again and went up a bit and started again...&lt;br /&gt;"Coffee.."&lt;br /&gt;Every one started noticing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked him.. "are you coming here for the first time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He politely replied, "Yes..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked each other and shared a common smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid asked for a coffee again... and they asked him to sit outside. To my surprise.. he replied back:&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to have a coffee from here and cant you serve it here itself. Why should I go out and sit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not expected from a kid who dressed like that and wearing normal slippers and at a place where you cant get anything less than Rs. 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked him to take a seat. He sat in a place which is at the center of that room so that every one can see that kid and he was calm and quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't had any shy... rather no fear.. nothing.. as normal as every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather I felt something abnormal. I pinched my self to check if I am seeing a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after every 2 mins he raises his head and give a sign for his coffee.. Yes, even we used to do the same when it takes more time for our orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking.. how can he behave like so normally.. how can he be so disciplined.. is he an avatar or someone.. is he from someone from big family.. is he educated.. I started asking so many questions to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chetana and I started observing the kid very keenly and started commenting.. see this.. see that.. how he is behaving.. wondering how can he do that.. kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid started noticing us.. so we just thought lets not gave him an embarrassing moment. Let him have his time and let him be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few mins.. he got his capechino with 2 sugar sachet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to my surprise.. he started tearing the sachet... put the sugar in to the big cup and started stirring enjoying the flavour of the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;If I was at his age, trust me guy.. first point I would never visit such an expensive shop for a coffee. Also I wouldn't be knowing what is there in the packet and I might realise this as sugar sachet only after tasting the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started tasting the form at the top and we just sat there to see what gonna happen next. In between i took a photo of that guy too. It took his almost 5 mins to drink the coffee and after that... guys.. u wont believe.. how did he learn the table manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put the torn sachet beneath the cup and wiped his lips using the tissue paper. And after some time he drank few drops of water from the bottle which is kept at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chetana started worring.. now they are going to charge the kid for the water bottle too. I waited till he gets the bill. He stood up...went to the counter.. and took some 100 ruppee not from his pocket and handed over to the waiter. At this point of time... i am not doubting his integrity or his veraciousness... Again from his look, i wonder from where he got that much indian currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kid asked for the bill.. they said.. "you dont have to pay for this". Again he showed his money..they didnt accept the money and gave the kid a fresh bottle of chilled mineral water bottle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked thier response and like a Rajani Fan, he just jumped, with his head twisting to the left.. waving his brown hair.. and left the shop feeling satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, that kid gave me so much of insight... i cant express or explain how good I felt. I thanked the CCD guy for offering the kid free coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kid might have felt so happy there by.. he made my day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-8405804160448012610?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8405804160448012610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=8405804160448012610' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/8405804160448012610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/8405804160448012610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-made-my-day.html' title='he made my day..'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/SJiKRaDPVzI/AAAAAAAACxs/KYRi8lHAODU/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-8520637410669818777</id><published>2008-08-02T19:54:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:59:00.535+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Project'/><title type='text'>Uncovering my Dream.. I mean Dream Project :) - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Objective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Customer oriented service where in a city local search result can be received by an user through just dialing our toll-free customer care number free of cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our service will try to answers the very common user Queries such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Where&lt;br /&gt;&gt; How&lt;br /&gt;&gt; When&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Booking&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Payments…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Vertical Segments which will be covered by us are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Arts &amp;amp; Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Automotive&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Business &amp;amp; Professional Services&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Clothing &amp;amp; Accessories&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Community &amp;amp; Government&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Computers &amp;amp; Electronics&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Construction &amp;amp; Contractors&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Education&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Food &amp;amp; Dining&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Health &amp;amp; Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Home &amp;amp; Garden&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Industry &amp;amp; Agriculture&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Legal &amp;amp; Financial&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Media &amp;amp; Communications&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Personal Care &amp;amp; Services&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Real Estate&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sports &amp;amp; Recreation&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Travel &amp;amp; Transportation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the above said verticals we would be including all the possible horizontals which are very much required by the users. We would be covering the entire possible horizontal for each operating city. The unavailability of certain verticals/horizontals will be communicated to the users as and when required. Depending on the city we operate the horizontals mentioned in the appendix varies. Please refer the Appendix for the detailed division of the above said verticals. The Name given to the above said verticals and horizontals are up the international standards but it can vary from city to city which we operate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mode of operation will be only through telephone which we will provide a toll-free number for the users to call us any time of day free of cost. By the first 6 successful month of this service we would be able to the user queries through SMS free of cost. We are also thinking of supporting our service on-line which allows users to get the required information, which are spread under different verticals, free of cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently we are planning to work 7 days and 16 hrs. daily in 2 different shifts (7:00 – 3:00 &amp;amp; 3:00 – 11:00). (The above said timing won’t be affecting the users who are accessing our free service).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to start a service like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The growth of a city is majorly fuelled by the increasing life standard of people living in cities/ people migrating from various villages to cities in search of jobs in IT/ people migrating from many of the north Indians places to stay for a while in cities for jobs/ major players like IT, real estate, tourism etc... And people visiting major cities for commercial reasons. The net effect is, a city is getting saturated with more consumers of various kinds and with different tastes. In such situation consumers find it very hard to fulfil their interest/wish or rather get satisfied with what they got. This will result in consumers searching for a better place to visit the next time when they buy a thing or when they took a service from any of the clients/shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our service will be a solution to the thousands of consumers who are in search of any common thing which he wished to buy/experience. We would be able to provide the best possible shop/service which a consumer wishes to buy/experience for free of cost. Also with our service the suppliers are benefited more since we are projecting what are they actually providing rather than giving their phone number or location. We help suppliers/vendors to sell their products or project what they have got though our free service. The suppliers will have a chance to directly interact with the consumers who wish to buy/experience their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we go for telephone/mobile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of classifies which are in the form of paper or hundreds of on-line classified which are presently out there are not picturing out what a consumer wants to view to fulfil his/her interest. From the various observations we made, the traffic inflow for an on-line classifieds in very low and with the number of repeated users to use the same service is very limited. Same as the case for a paper classifieds, with a huge price tag and the huge size of the classified, consumers are not interested to use it for their frequent search. And the major number of users using the on-line services or who are aware of these kind of on-line services in limited to an age group which is within 20 – 24, and the rest of the populations are hardly using these services or rather aware of on-line classified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our service we would be able to reach out the huge mass of population within and out of a city. Since the mobile population in a city is almost the 2 -3 times than the average internet users, it’s obvious that anything which is available over a telephone/mobile and which is free of cost will be very well welcomed by the huge mass. Since there is no specification required for a handset to be used for communication, any common consumers can access our service with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When would I use this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All human beings are very well depended on others and one or the other way all humans are consumers. With this point let me explain this session by giving different scenarios were we all can user our service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we are receiving a call from a WORKING WOMEN. Let’s see what she wants to know from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working women: Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello City: Hello madam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: Today when I was about to leave from my house, I saw that water pipe which is located outside my house is leaking and due to this heavy rain fall n thunder these days my daughters PC has got some problem which I cannot look in to it. Since am a working women am not able to find it out any plumbers or PC technicians nearby for almost a week now. Could you please help me on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Definitely mom, we could understand you problem. From what you communicated to me, you would require a plumber and a PC technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: We would be definitely able to help you madam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to access the service from a vendor near your house or would like you like us to search any authorized dealers for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: I would be glad if you get me plumbers from somewhere near my house but I definitely would like to contact the shop from where I took the PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Could you please specify the name of the place where you stay and the PIN number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: I stay near YYYYYY and the PIN number is XXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Kindly hold on madam as we are queries your request with our database.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Madam, there are 3 plumbers near your place. They are A, B and C. Which one would you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: Oh! Great!! I would prefer the plumber C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Would you like us to call the concerned plumber for you or is it enough to give you the contact information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: Give me the contact information. But I would like you to connect me to the PC technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: kindly note down the contact information for the Plumber C: QWERTYY, UIOPASD. Phone number: XXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Kindly tell us what type of service you expect for you damaged PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: I wouldn’t be able to tell you that. I would be happy if you could help me out in connecting me to any of the authorized ACER showrooms in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Definitely madam. Kindly hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would be connecting you to ACER showroom @YYYYY in few minutes now. Would you like to note it down the same information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: Yes, Please speak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Kindly note down. The address is QWERTYY, UIOPASD. Phone number: XXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly take charge as we transfer the call to the ACER showroom. Kindly disconnect the call yourself after talking to the customer executive of ACER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: Will I be charged for the call which is transferred to the ACER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Absolutely No charges are applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW: That’s great. Thank you for the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: My pleasure to help you. Call us later @XXXXXXX for more helps on your city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEGREE STUDENT: Hello City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Yes, Hello City! How can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: I would like to know any shops selling any of these Degree subject X, Y n Z second hand text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Where are you currently located. Could you give us your current location and pin number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: I stay near YYYYYY and the PIN number is XXXXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: From what you communicated to me, you would require a second hand degree text book. Would you like to access the service from any of the shops near your house or from the city near you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: I would like to get it from near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Kindly hold on sir as we are queries your request with our database.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: I am really sorry sir; we couldn’t find any shops selling the degree books near your place. Would you like to go for the city search?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: hmm... then do search in the city for the first hand book too if second hand books are not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Definitely sir! Kindly hold on madam as we are queries your request with our database.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Lucky you sir. We found out 6 major publishers selling the degree books. Would you like to choose A, B, C, D, E or F?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: I would go with the D shop but can you check if there is any discount offers going on in of the shops. Can you please give me the contact information so that I can call them and ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Definitely sir. But there is no promotional offer in the shop D. In shop B, there is a book fair going on where they are selling degree book at a rate of 15% discount. Would you like to go for shop B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: Oh!! That’s great. I would definitely go for shop B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Can you please note down the contact information for the above said shop, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: Could you please connect me to shop B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Sorry Sir, at present we don’t have any tie up with this shop for connecting your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: Oh, if that is the case kindly give me the contact information of Shop B and Shop D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Definitely sir. Kindly note it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: Would you like to know more information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[If the user ask more information, we would be giving the similar kind of information and we will be providing all these service @ free of cost.]&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: That was a great help. Thank you for the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC: That’s our duty sir to help you in best way we can, you are most welcome. Call us later @XXXXXXX for more helps on your city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-8520637410669818777?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8520637410669818777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=8520637410669818777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/8520637410669818777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/8520637410669818777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncovering-my-dream-i-mean-dream.html' title='Uncovering my Dream.. I mean Dream Project :) - Part 1'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-7161188170342448289</id><published>2008-07-30T22:17:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:09:29.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimonials'/><title type='text'>What !!! Love... no way.</title><content type='html'>Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy n gal abt whom I am discussing here are just my imagination.. I can tell you one thing.. its all about my close friend Arun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading my post about "This part of my life...", I used to get so many mails enquiring abt the guy n gal... are they really in love.. where are they now.. etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you one thing.... if I say all these things abt this now.. then what is the use of writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys will get to know who are they..what kind of relations did they had... etc etc.. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading..&lt;br /&gt;-Not from this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-7161188170342448289?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7161188170342448289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=7161188170342448289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/7161188170342448289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/7161188170342448289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-love-no-way.html' title='What !!! Love... no way.'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-8138605719424311068</id><published>2008-07-29T23:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:03:11.242+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This part of my life is called...'/><title type='text'>This part of my life is called... Part 3</title><content type='html'>How long will they be together... now we know(from the part 1) they are no longer together... but how did this happens, two friends who knew each others negatives and positives, how did this happened... be patient.. read through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he was shifted to her cubicle which later became his permanent seat.. Unlike his Mumbai office, here the cubicle can accommodate 4 person and believe me its really spacious. just opposite to them are two of their TL's... Her TL, Jaisri, she is a mallu and hence he became so close to her..always used to talk about Pallakad and Kerala cuisines. When ever Jaisri took her for a walk down for a coffee or fruit juice, they used to take him together. Later, like chetana, Jaisri slowly withdrew from the group and they started going down together for breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day's passed by, who ever joins or leaves the group, Ashu and Arun became the permanent members of the group. As a result, he was thrown out of other groups and since she don't have another group, she didn't loose anything. He started loosing his company one by one, but he don't have any regrets for loosing becoz he loved her company so much. He is so happy with her.. cracking jokes.. gossiping.. sharing thoughts.. it was nice.. but not so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all other relations, first few months were so funny. But as we all know, if there are high tides..there will be low tides too...same with their relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened that day..&lt;br /&gt;They started for the morning breakfast, she was so excited as usual..cracking jokes..pulling his leg..Arun used to give her a good company.. by laughing at her jokes..by obeying what she says..by passing comments.. bla bla bla.. just because he was scared of common public. Yes, because if you are with ashu and if you are behaving as if you are least interested in her talks... she will scream at you. He dont want to get all those infront of public and she dont have any shy to say anything at anyplace. When ever she is so excited, she never think of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they both reached near the counter, ordered for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pongal &lt;/span&gt;and arun the usual stuff. He got the order very fast and sat far away from the counter because his manager was waiting near them for his breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys let me tell you one thing.. what I feel is, when ever she is alone in a crowd, like any other girl, she feel insecure and think that people around are cheating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 5 mins passed, he heard his name from some where...loud and clear. when he looked around, it was ashu. She was shouting from the counter asking him to come there. He gave her signs to keep quite and another sign showing the manager is near the counter. I guess, she had not attended the class for decoding the signs. She voice became lounder..this was a SIGN, better we can call it as a WARNING, for him to go there. He got up.. went near the counter to enquire abt the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little bit of tamil, he asked the delivery boy,&lt;br /&gt;"ennachu".&lt;br /&gt;he replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Konjam wait pannanam sir"&lt;br /&gt;Ashu got the reply.. she shouted at the delivery boy..&lt;br /&gt;"You have given the food who gave the orders after me.. and i am waiting here for 5-10 mins"&lt;br /&gt;that day the crowd was more than expected.&lt;br /&gt;she continued to me...&lt;br /&gt;"I asked for pongal and these people are giving me something else.. they are cheating me.."&lt;br /&gt;He got the problem.. he replied,&lt;br /&gt;"you go to the seat, i will get the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pongal&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what happened next, to everyone's surprise, she took the bunch of plastic spoon which was kept there and threw them down, then calmy she went back to her seat. This is her anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor he, with out any shame, picked up all the spoon and kept it back. And he looked at his manager politely, only his face was not facing at him among the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got her pongal, and gave it to her... by that time she started eating his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dosa&lt;/span&gt;. She without any response started having her breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him it was like stripping in public, but he knew her... but he cant explain it to everyone right. He felt so shame... and asked her raising his voice&lt;br /&gt;"do think what you have done is right"&lt;br /&gt;"What!!!' she replied&lt;br /&gt;he calm down and asked again,&lt;br /&gt;"our manager was there and y did you do that in front of everyone"&lt;br /&gt;she started explaining the entire story... proving she is right. She has got this special ability to talk in what ever way she can to prove she is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not convinced with her reply and asked her&lt;br /&gt;"do you think that i am your servant"&lt;br /&gt;SERVANT - he used this term many a time so that she could hear this very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... that was very bad from his side... he shouldn't have said that... but its already delivered. She stood up, went to another seat and continued with her breakfast. Yeah, fight started and that day was the first fight time in their relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight makes people think of the other person and start finding more faults in them. Their fight was not like the fight between sreesanth and mathew hyden but more or like India and Pakistan... peaceful enough but when there is a G8 meeting the PM's wont even have an eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time i used to feel, they are so childish. Arun is like this to his mother, his real GF and who ever he is so close with. The opposite party should say a sorry and he will wait till that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here again, he was waiting for her sorry.. ha ha ha... poor he... he dont know ashu, if he is feeling this way.. she is more over like him but more stronger than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cubicle was so silent for almost 2-3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srini, arun's TL. He is also a mallu.. a palakkadam mallu... who declare himself as a communist. Talks lot about kerala and communism, but dont know who is stalin or lenin, but communism he there in his blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srini was the one guy in the office who had enough fun with them. He used to solve most of their fight. Like wise he solved thier fight fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we all know...they have to be together. Hence one day they shook their hand in the Coffee cafe day...declaring their first reunion by giving a small party to srini and jaisri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But poor he, now who is there to solve their fight. It was not fight that happened before she left from chennai. A complete division between them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still used to roam around the cafeteria and CCD cherishing the old memories of their fight and parties... waiting for her call.. waiting for those day to come back again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-8138605719424311068?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8138605719424311068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=8138605719424311068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/8138605719424311068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/8138605719424311068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-part-of-my-life-is-called-part-3.html' title='This part of my life is called... Part 3'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-8529629040042882601</id><published>2008-07-29T08:16:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:23:10.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This part of my life is called...'/><title type='text'>This part of my life is called... Part 2</title><content type='html'>Yes Mistakes, I would like to convey to you readers about the mistakes in his life, after reading this...u may decide if that is a mistake or the lessons in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you, Arun is a too emotional guy...who wishes A.R Rahman romantic/sentimental BGM in his life, so that he can express emotions very well. He believes in the power of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he landed in Chennai, the land where A.R Rahman was born, he never asked for the music, because there was no Romance or Sentiments in his life when he first met Ashu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Ashu... she is a party girl who don't care what people think about her, what people think if she wears a bathroom slippers into her office. She is a fun loving girl, who like trips, photos and Chocolates. But he initially hate these kinds of people and that's the reason he run away from Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the initial days he used to get irritated and joins the opposite group who used to hate Ashu and make fun of her. But he has got some weakness... i dont know what to call.. but its a sort of Affection to the powerless crowd in the world...some one may call it as Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my father always used to tell me,&lt;br /&gt;"..even if there is no air in the world this guy can very well survive, just he need some one to Love. Love is his breath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially there were only 2 girls in his team, Chetana and Ashu. Chetana joined with Arun and they are friends right from the begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was searching for a house or a PG in Chennai. So every weekend she used to get Arun for House hunt. Atlast they decide to join with Ashu for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her stay Chetana and Ashu became good friends... used to take him where ever they go...Its all based on a simple formula..i.e,&lt;br /&gt;if,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      A=B &amp;amp; B=C =&gt; A=C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to take him for daily breakfast, weekend movies and they explored a lot... The best example Arun told me is.. "Ashu had been working in that office for more than a year and till that day she never had a Soft swrill (which he hates the most) from the KFC down their office. A lot new things came to Ashu's life after joining the group of Chetana and Arun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arun helped her to explore the world.. he was always with her and chetana started feeling the differance... and that became the reason for the first fight between Arun and Chetana. Later Chetana left Ashu's flat and joined a PG near the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happend... they both were together thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-8529629040042882601?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8529629040042882601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=8529629040042882601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/8529629040042882601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/8529629040042882601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-part-of-my-life-is-called-part-2.html' title='This part of my life is called... Part 2'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-1375040930416525867</id><published>2008-07-27T22:12:00.036+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:26:34.365+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The last music'/><title type='text'>the last music...</title><content type='html'>when she said "Good Bye..." to him in the airport.. he couldn't control his emotions...he felt like crying..he felt like pleading to her not to go..he felt like running away..he was helpless.. no one to help her to understand how he feels.. like a mad man.. he stood their and cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was so sure that she will never return to his life.. he just stood near the departure.. watching her leave...with out even saying a word...with out a glimpse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there near him, how can I help him..I don't have the right to do that..I felt like a helpless man..cant even help my friend in any ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can I express his feeling..that occasion..i could just make you listen to what i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3247397568-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://23minute.googlepages.com/TajMahal.mp3" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="window" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" width="400" height="27"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling of loosing the best part of his life.. the feeling of being lonely... the feeling of being orphan... the feeling of... he waited there till the flight took off.. with no tears left in his eyes... left the gift which he bought for her in the airport dustbin and left to start a new life with out her... with lots of memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained that day heavily in chennai.. as he always used to tell.. when ever he cry..even if no one is there to listen to his painful story... he believes in God that he will send rain to accompany him, so that no one will see him cry standing in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to explain... but life has to move on. This song is for my friend who hope to see her again in his life..just to say a sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3247397568-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://23minute.googlepages.com/LoveTheme.mp3" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="window" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" width="400" height="27"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-1375040930416525867?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1375040930416525867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=1375040930416525867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/1375040930416525867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/1375040930416525867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-mucis.html' title='the last music...'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-1198680195814327598</id><published>2008-07-27T20:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:05:31.236+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimonials'/><title type='text'>Testimonials...</title><content type='html'>she is mad of orkuting.... for the first time in her life.. she wrote a testimonial to some one special... u guess right.. Arun.. (what!!! "some one special..." just for making him happy.. u know the real situation right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during the his vacation.. may be she might have missed him very much.. or just, she don't have any other job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought of writing a testimonial abt him.. and later she herself took it off..(u know the reason.. another fight...) funny right.. i told ya... its funny to a third person but to them it all were very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dint like u at all when saw u for the first time........leave alone being so close to u...i never ever thot that i wud ever even talk to u initially.....but then since u were shifted to my cubicle and i had to bear u every day.....we started talking....and then listenning to ur crap talks every other day i just got habitual of it.....and now when u are not there at ur seat.....no body is bugging me...or saying that..."OH mY GoD ashu.....ppl are so bad here" he ee he ehe he......come back soon yaar.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to write smthn good bout u....but arun....nothing's coming out....i donno y but am unable to write anythn good here.....huhh &lt;img id="lhia" alt="" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt; ok...i'll try again.....hmmm....u are trustworthy, kind hearted...actually the kindness is in extremes.....reduce it a lil bit man...and....i dont wanna say this.....but at times i feel u are a "lil bit" intelligent as well....oh god y am i writing this....dont fly ok.....&lt;br /&gt;then ur strong mallu accent.....uhhh...try to improve it...no more space left here..so bye 4 now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since he came to know abt her hard work.. he also didnt prepared one... but this he never took it off.. but she deleted it from her profile later.. (same reason... hi hi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my initial days in chennai..when i used to hear screams and shouting from this girl..i used to think, how can one manage to be friend of her. Since my life i have never seen such a girl[creature] like this.But god decides her to be my best friend @ office[my fate&lt;img id="le_v" alt="" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;]. A complete entertainment package.When she is with me,i dont have any tensions,no worries..full fun.She wants her life full of fun but BEWARE of her mood swings. when it goes bad we used to fight for no reason(but there are reasons too&lt;img id="r-7g" alt="" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;).When she is not there in office i am down.I can show her to any of my friend or anyone as my D BEST FRIEND, but they think that we are lovers or even married[comments by my sis frnds].For guys who wants her as a partner..She is a good advisor, planner(but never execute her plans),loves pics,listner(in good mood),all the more she is FUN.Dont reject her by just look @ her hair,nails(hi hi) and her triple chin(they r bad).Dont miss this wonder who can show millions expressions on her face. For Gals,BEWARE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am posting this becoz.. let us have a real picture about each others... am helpess in explaining what they both feel about each others.. so i thought this is the best way to do that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-1198680195814327598?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1198680195814327598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=1198680195814327598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/1198680195814327598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/1198680195814327598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/testimonials.html' title='Testimonials...'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-1769845157648298937</id><published>2008-07-27T19:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:04:45.079+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The big fight'/><title type='text'>In the wake of a big fight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p id="rj77"&gt;Initial days, he never noticed her words or care a damn about what she says. May be his ego...          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="rj77"&gt;                              "what!!! she gonna change me.. huh, No way".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="rj77"&gt;But he notices these words from her after one of their biggest fight and shared these with me... after reading this.. i felt something.. did you feel the same.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="rj77"&gt;Also my friends, Ashu has got a set of rules. I still remember the last week of her stay in Chennai... revealing how she lives.. and how she wants to live..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="rj77"&gt;"I have got a set of rules.. I create those rules.. no one can modify them.. only me. And I only can decide when to destroy the rules not anyone else in the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="rj77"&gt;Poor that guy.. he didn't get any thing.. but I got it.. share with me what you guys got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="rj77"&gt;Here it goes... Ashu's Last words(which he considered it would be due to the intensity of the fight) to me:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul id="v6g7"&gt;&lt;li id="c.:_"&gt;If no one is having any problem with me,&lt;br /&gt;and u are always having a problem with me,&lt;br /&gt;that mean there is some problem with in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Change urself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul id="ptyd"&gt;&lt;li id="ksfu"&gt;I don't want ur help, there are so many other friends who can help me&lt;br /&gt;Just because, if i am with my good friends&lt;br /&gt;i feel little more comfortable. That's y I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that you are the only one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul id="eum:"&gt;&lt;li id="gx:e"&gt;That day i have decided not to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;just because you came to Delhi, i.e my place and&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you to feel uncomfortable,&lt;br /&gt;i started talking with you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul id="ibyj"&gt;&lt;li id="j60_"&gt;None of my friends have ever said so many bad things to me,&lt;br /&gt;you only had said so much of bad things to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul id="ch5:"&gt;&lt;li id="lq7t"&gt;survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;If some one is surviving in the office and you cant,&lt;br /&gt;that mean they knew how to survive and&lt;br /&gt;you are not supposed to comment anything on them.&lt;br /&gt;They are here to survive. Learn to survive first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul id="sqrj"&gt;&lt;li id="mclk"&gt;I don't want you to tell anything about me.&lt;br /&gt;Since you started talking to me, that doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean that you can again talk bad about me.&lt;br /&gt;you are just a friend and dont make me scold u again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These few points.. he consider as benchmark for him to talk to her later.. but the point is she know what she is speaking only for that day... later she behave the opposite.. may be she wants to break those rules... but beware.. don't dare to break her rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our poor chap had a crush on her.. but she crushed that feeling with the above said words and introduced a new set of rules for him... which she modifies but never destroyed till the last day in chennai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="bwez"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p id="jeph"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-1769845157648298937?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1769845157648298937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=1769845157648298937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/1769845157648298937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/1769845157648298937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-wake-of-big-fight.html' title='In the wake of a big fight...'/><author><name>Tenor of my thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00917696813775899360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tlx6FzbG2LQ/Str9GcQ2diI/AAAAAAAAGtY/wPqJT7S0Djc/S220/IMG_1254.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3492247351235772180.post-3571408978018327675</id><published>2008-07-27T13:43:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:01:46.082+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This part of my life is called...'/><title type='text'>This part of my life is called... Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You Bloody fucking arsehole, I don't want to talk to you! Shut up!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bangs the Phone..(poor that phone).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That was her last words to him. He never heard or saw from her after that day. Tomorrow she will leave from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chennai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This I wrote to ease the real situation. The real story is very painful guys. That day he smoked one full packet of Marlboro, tired of crying..crying all the night thinking of the wonderful days he had with the one and only best friend. After that last words, he couldn't dare to send a message to her. Not because he was scared, but he wanted her a good last day in Chennai before leaving to Bangalore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt;, is his name. He has got definitions for all sort of girls and can categories them too. I wish I also knew the same trick. But he still has to define a category for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;.. yeah.. that's her name. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashu&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl according to him -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOT DEFINED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may think the same, he is a fool, immature, sentimental human being. Never uses his brain to think in certain situations and when ever she gets angry, she calls him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"..get lost u fucker.. be like a MAN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How can some one be a fucker without being a MAN.. I need to ask her about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jokes apart, it all started 15 months back. When he got a job transfer from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; to Chennai. Poor he, suffered a lot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;. God gave him a complete reset to his old painful memories and given a friend(its me) to take care of him during the tenure in Chennai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He was an Adam in Chennai, looking for a partner or a girl friend. But as everyone says, God wont give everything to one person. To me, God was giving an examination to his life.. by giving an Eve.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the 15 months duration will be a wonderful one. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He often thinks she as a CRACK. Yes, even i can call her a crack, but if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt; hear someone calling her crack..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it man... Am safe anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ashu&lt;/span&gt; came to his life with lots of surprises, with out any notification. She is always like that. She is full of surprises for everyone who enters her life. And I mean it.. Surprises.. even god re-writes her story many a times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember he thinking of old days after she left from here.. all about.. how did it all started. Even I don't have any clue, because am also on my new assignment in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt;, a fool, a mad lover, will die for his close one. A mad guy who care for his friends more than his future n career or even his real love. Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt; had got a lover... by the way why do I need to mix up stories. I will talk about that later... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;becoz&lt;/span&gt; that's too painful.. Poor this guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He learned a lot from his 23 yrs in this world but did the same Mistake again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3492247351235772180-3571408978018327675?l=thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3571408978018327675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3492247351235772180&amp;postID=3571408978018327675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/3571408978018327675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3492247351235772180/posts/default/3571408978018327675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuiteofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-part-of-my-life-is-called.html' title='This part of my life is called... 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