<?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-8218975</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:15:55.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power to all our friends</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-4665685030885215730</id><published>2007-07-17T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:06.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Architecture Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNje5O4I/AAAAAAAAACw/wLW1ObSSw9Y/s1600-h/60px-Freiheitsstatue_NYC_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNje5O4I/AAAAAAAAACw/wLW1ObSSw9Y/s320/60px-Freiheitsstatue_NYC_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088156316652354434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNze5O5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fh6SogarwVc/s1600-h/60px-Moai_Rano_raraku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNze5O5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fh6SogarwVc/s320/60px-Moai_Rano_raraku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088156320947321746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNze5O6I/AAAAAAAAADA/hQN9H4Pe90c/s1600-h/60px-Moscow_Kremlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNze5O6I/AAAAAAAAADA/hQN9H4Pe90c/s320/60px-Moscow_Kremlin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088156320947321762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNze5O7I/AAAAAAAAADI/f6Zh0ATjUvM/s1600-h/60px-Paris_06_Eiffelturm_4828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNze5O7I/AAAAAAAAADI/f6Zh0ATjUvM/s320/60px-Paris_06_Eiffelturm_4828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088156320947321778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNze5O8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mgRZ96nW0SM/s1600-h/60px-StBasile_SpasskayaTower_Red_Square_Moscow.hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNze5O8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mgRZ96nW0SM/s320/60px-StBasile_SpasskayaTower_Red_Square_Moscow.hires.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088156320947321794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Not wonderful enough ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Official. The Taj Mahal IS more beautiful than the Eiffel Tower. Or the Statue of Liberty. Or the Sistine Chapel. Suck on THAT, Michaelangelo !! Millions have voted ladies and gentlemen, but we can have only seven winners. And lets face it, with all the hoopla and hype surrounding the brand new, sparkling seven wonders, you know what they are. Seven of the most excusite, glorious examples of architecture reduced to being reality show contestants. The only thing missing was the caustic "wit" of Simon Cowell or Anu Malik. (Can you imagine what that would be like ? " I have seen a lot of architecture in my day, but none that made me want to shoot myself....Until NOW!!!!" I'd pay good money to have seen the Statue of Liberty booed off the stage). So now, it is set in bold, clear terms, what the seven most wonderful pieces of human creation are. Absolutely impartial judgement folks. The fact that india and China have more than ten gazillion more mobile phones than Spain, France or Australia didn't even matter one tiny bit. And Jordan. An average Jordanian has more money than God, so let's face it, sending a hundred messages a day shouldn't have been too problematic for them. Especially since there was no limit as to how many votes could be sent from one mobile phone. Real democratic, that process. OK there was Mexico, which is neither rich nor very populated, but seriously, how many Christians are going to vote AGAINST the imposing statue of Christ the Redeemer? My point is, what gives us, or ANYBODY the right to judge the beauty of these timeless creations. They are beautiful, we all agree. But which one is MORE beautiful? I am sorry, but that just makes no sense. The only person associated with this whole affair who I admire is the guy who organised this. I take my hat off to you dude. To have suckered millions of people into actually believing in this charade of your's has led to you minting money. And with virtually no input from your side whatsoever!!! Granted that after years of mother-in-law daughter-in-law soaps and repeated reruns of Temkptation Island, the average brain has been softened somewhat, but still this is genius. So now I intend to cash in on this . I propose a poll to decide on the world's .............holiest saints. Seriously, just name a saint, give him a score on holiness on a scale of one to ten, and SMS it to me. You know what? On second thought, scratch that. Just decide it yourself and send me half a dollar each. Later I'll tell you who the winner is. And unlike those guys deciding the wonders I'll be flexible. Don't like my winner? fine . Select One for yourself. I wont Mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-4665685030885215730?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4665685030885215730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=4665685030885215730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/4665685030885215730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/4665685030885215730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/architecture-idol.html' title='Architecture Idol'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RpzDNje5O4I/AAAAAAAAACw/wLW1ObSSw9Y/s72-c/60px-Freiheitsstatue_NYC_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-5803663894164867779</id><published>2007-06-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:07.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick post</title><content type='html'>Long time, no see, I know, this is just a quick post to add some photos taken with my mobile camera *sigh*. I really have to buy a real camera, even if it's a cheap ass one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaVwmS-LfI/AAAAAAAAACY/flzwr4Cziig/s1600-h/20-05-07_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaVwmS-LfI/AAAAAAAAACY/flzwr4Cziig/s320/20-05-07_1640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081913891680562674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaVU2S-LeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sQO5L-_txfE/s1600-h/08-06-07_1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaVU2S-LeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sQO5L-_txfE/s320/08-06-07_1816.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081913414939192802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nearly 21 days I was cooped up at home studying. The kids playing in the field brought back too many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaV-GS-LgI/AAAAAAAAACg/EA9frTvIB4o/s1600-h/29-06-07_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaV-GS-LgI/AAAAAAAAACg/EA9frTvIB4o/s320/29-06-07_0833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081914123608796674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chrome and glass of Kolkata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaWPWS-LhI/AAAAAAAAACo/XyAWlzZrduM/s1600-h/04-06-07_2228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaWPWS-LhI/AAAAAAAAACo/XyAWlzZrduM/s320/04-06-07_2228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081914419961540114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say mooouuuussseeee !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-5803663894164867779?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5803663894164867779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=5803663894164867779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/5803663894164867779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/5803663894164867779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-quick-post.html' title='Just a quick post'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RoaVwmS-LfI/AAAAAAAAACY/flzwr4Cziig/s72-c/20-05-07_1640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-2084058816580129471</id><published>2007-04-26T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:07.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RjDsCPMA_jI/AAAAAAAAACI/TmhFw1jRi2U/s1600-h/19-04-07_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RjDsCPMA_jI/AAAAAAAAACI/TmhFw1jRi2U/s320/19-04-07_1815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057801904717889074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a picture my friend took with the cruddy VGA camera on my mobile. It spite of the technical limitations I thought it was a beautiful picture .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-2084058816580129471?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2084058816580129471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=2084058816580129471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/2084058816580129471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/2084058816580129471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-pic.html' title='Just a pic'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RjDsCPMA_jI/AAAAAAAAACI/TmhFw1jRi2U/s72-c/19-04-07_1815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-2906373028162084026</id><published>2007-04-09T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:08.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship HO !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RjDjk_MA_iI/AAAAAAAAACA/-3Cuw36VaLU/s1600-h/censorship_graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RjDjk_MA_iI/AAAAAAAAACA/-3Cuw36VaLU/s320/censorship_graphic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057792606113693218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maoists raise banners against the miss Nepal competition, saying it debases women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cleric in Islamabad burns hollywood and bollywood DVD's and vows to restart the talibani regime in Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 channels are taken off air in India. Reason ? Yup, they're "indecent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is tiny little country, very recently a democracy, the other torn apart by a west loving president and a population who mostly think different, and the third , a democracy 60 years old and bulking up to be one of tomorrows major power players. Two of them have fought bitter wars against each other. So how come, when it's a question of what constitutes decency, fools seldom... well, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not a hormone addled adolescent dying to see a flash of nipple on screen. When you can buy anything from softporn to bestiality from you friendly neighbourhood pirate, and at a cost less than a burger and coke, I doubt ANYONE is. So how come anyone believes that clamping down on television channels will help ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple answer is, No one does. No one even imagines in their loveliest pink frilled fantasies that censorship will solve any problems.But the simple equation is if you pretend to be "decent" and "wholesome", other's will be forced to wear masks with you too. And both people AND society at large loves thos little masks. Anything to shy away from the naked, raw, base human nature. But why ? Because what lies in there is really VERY scary ? Because underneath all the layers of civilizations we are cruel,sadistic,harmful beings . Because if they really let it loose, hatred and violence wins over love any day ? I really don't know the answer, and nor do you. I realize this entire post sounds like the mutterings of a depressed drunk, but let me assure you, I am not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just really really depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-2906373028162084026?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2906373028162084026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=2906373028162084026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/2906373028162084026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/2906373028162084026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/censorship-ho.html' title='Censorship HO !!!'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RjDjk_MA_iI/AAAAAAAAACA/-3Cuw36VaLU/s72-c/censorship_graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-3735702504056483807</id><published>2007-04-02T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:08.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of '69</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RhEd1Cky5yI/AAAAAAAAABw/aX9pBlu-bvI/s1600-h/19715919_8ace1d71ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RhEd1Cky5yI/AAAAAAAAABw/aX9pBlu-bvI/s320/19715919_8ace1d71ec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048849454320510754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our summers of '69.  A land far far away. For me it would be the entirety of my school life. The day I skipped school was the day I lost touch with all my friends, all the boys I had known for 10 years, ever since consciousness  had dawned. Busy drowning the little pinpricks of guilt and regret for never saying goodbye, I never realized how much I missed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until almost 8 months back I entered the metro and a voice called out my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I turned to see a face I thought I had never seen, but actually was one I had not seen in the last 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 8 months I revived old contacts, talked to old friends over the phone, and I was amazed at how warm everyone was. People I didn't think even remembered my name would tell me anecdotes about me, ones I barely remembered ! And it all came to a heady reunion when the six of us resumed our old friendship in a seedy little bar. There was mostly laughter, a bit of seriousness, and basically just getting high.... on memories. For a few brief hours, we were all back in our summer of '69.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-3735702504056483807?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3735702504056483807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=3735702504056483807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/3735702504056483807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/3735702504056483807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-of-69.html' title='Summer of &apos;69'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RhEd1Cky5yI/AAAAAAAAABw/aX9pBlu-bvI/s72-c/19715919_8ace1d71ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-4632251740191030505</id><published>2007-03-30T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:45:27.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Be Your Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kXxCmBK_bbM' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kXxCmBK_bbM'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is an amazing video to the Leonard Cohen song If It Be Your Will, made from the Final Fantasy : The Spirits within movie. Its lovely. Check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-4632251740191030505?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4632251740191030505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=4632251740191030505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/4632251740191030505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/4632251740191030505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-it-be-your-will.html' title='If It Be Your Will'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-4612755848704116393</id><published>2007-03-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:08.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and lyrics - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/Rg0p4iky5wI/AAAAAAAAABg/5EQUEyzGhm8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/Rg0p4iky5wI/AAAAAAAAABg/5EQUEyzGhm8/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047736808682743554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When destiny calls you, you must be strong&lt;br /&gt;I may not be with you, but you gotta hold on&lt;br /&gt;They'll see in time, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well show them together cuz...&lt;br /&gt;                         You'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;                                Phil Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard these words in Phil's amazingly expressive voice,  shivers went down my spine. And guess what, they still do. Its a wonderful, tender and yet so powerful ballad and its about the love that is universal. Really, play it for your mother, father, sister, lover, wife, children, friend and every time it means something. But right in the end... it just jumps into uncharted waters with this verse. It is about the love that lives even when your loved ones are there no longer. Its about being strong, its about believing. Really. Just look over your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This song even has a fan listing at &lt;a href="http://teapot.fan-tasia.com/inmyheart/"&gt;http://teapot.fan-tasia.com/inmyheart/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/Rg0y8Cky5xI/AAAAAAAAABo/p3s2lkC9EMQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/Rg0y8Cky5xI/AAAAAAAAABo/p3s2lkC9EMQ/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047746764416935698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of his hooves on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I never know&lt;br /&gt;If it was a dream&lt;br /&gt;Or a cloud of some steam&lt;br /&gt;From the lake below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know That I'd search till I die&lt;br /&gt;For a stallion that flew into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You May think that I'm mad but I know what I saw&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my absolute favorite kind of song, a song that tells a story. A story with no beginning or end , but a story nonetheless. And isn't that the best kind of yarn, one which lets you imagine ? Who is the rider and what did he really see. Was it really a mythical , fiery beast, or a cloud of some steam from the lake below? Did he ever find what drove him mad. We don't know. But is through what we don't know that legends are born. And in a thousand worlds, in a thousand ways, the same story leads a thousand lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-4612755848704116393?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4612755848704116393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=4612755848704116393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/4612755848704116393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/4612755848704116393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-and-lyrics-part-ii.html' title='Music and lyrics - Part II'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/Rg0p4iky5wI/AAAAAAAAABg/5EQUEyzGhm8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-7509257276724743671</id><published>2007-03-26T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:08.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nighttime visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/Rgf-3QDu1TI/AAAAAAAAABM/OAayI_tJ9NI/s1600-h/raindrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/Rgf-3QDu1TI/AAAAAAAAABM/OAayI_tJ9NI/s320/raindrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046282132648809778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the ink black drops splashing on my window sill.&lt;br /&gt;Each raindrop, dashing against the glass, shattering into a hundred tinier drops, their swan song forming an alien language of the eternals.&lt;br /&gt;From creation to destruction is but a matter of milliseconds, forgotten before they could be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;What if they live ?&lt;br /&gt;Would they know how insignificant, how fragile they are? How quickly they go from perfect aerodynamic shapes sculpted by that deceptive element, wind, into a shapeless , growing puddle on my floor?&lt;br /&gt;Or would that be as aeons to them?&lt;br /&gt;What is a long time ?&lt;br /&gt;50 - 60 - 70 -80 years?&lt;br /&gt;Centuries ?&lt;br /&gt;A millenia ?&lt;br /&gt;Eternity ?&lt;br /&gt;What time does it take for a human life to be fogotten as though it never was?&lt;br /&gt;What time does it take for a civilization to vanish ?&lt;br /&gt;What time does it take for a planet to be barren and devoid of life, to go from green to red?&lt;br /&gt;What time does it take for star to snuff itself out, greedily devouring everything around?&lt;br /&gt;What time does it take for a galaxy to die?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe out there, there is someone to whom there is only one answer to all those questions.&lt;br /&gt;An instant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-7509257276724743671?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7509257276724743671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=7509257276724743671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/7509257276724743671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/7509257276724743671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-nighttime-visitor.html' title='My nighttime visitor'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/Rgf-3QDu1TI/AAAAAAAAABM/OAayI_tJ9NI/s72-c/raindrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-8195252182202980730</id><published>2007-03-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:08.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi Gold</title><content type='html'>Ok radical shift in tone here, but now that the boys in blue has pretty much screwed up the world cup aspirations for a billion Indians, I want to talk about the newest cash grabbing attempt that might just turn around and bite Pepsi in the ass. I am , of course talking about their RADICAL!!!!!! new drink Pepsi Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, why gold ??? I mean last time they made it blue, which is fine cos the Indian team has an unhealthy obsession with blue. But gold ?? why. Cos the cup is gold(en). What next?? Pepsi green, cos the boys play on the green green grasses of home (considering their performance in the away matches, where they not so much play as surrender) ?? Or maybe Pepsi black and White (perhaps black'n'white for a more radical zing) to emulate the umpires clothes. Looks like Pepsi wont stop until they take us through a whole range of toxic colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again its not really gold. Seriously, take a look at this and tell me whether YOU would buy gold that looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgfsQQDu1SI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pr1oJUQcI2M/s1600-h/15-03-07_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgfsQQDu1SI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pr1oJUQcI2M/s320/15-03-07_2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046261671424611618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again calling their product "Pepsi piss" perhaps wouldn't have the same impact, would it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway now that India is pretty much all out of the world cup, what is Pepsi to do ?? This requires some deep thinking. Now that the blue billion rises(to boo the team out of the&lt;br /&gt;building) maybe , just maybe showing ads that go hoo ha India makes no sense. It makes us look like deranged monkeys. So perhaps they should portray a positive message , all the time keeping in mind the recent debacle. Something like " Ok so the world cup is out of the question, so this is your last chance to get your hands on some gold :)" Or maybe&lt;br /&gt; they should just ignore the whole affair and pretend they colored it gold for a different reason ." Hey it has been 10 years since the Golden Jubilee year of your independence. Thats why we colored it gold. Yeah thats it. It has NOTHING to do with the world cup. At all. We Swear.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt; Please buy our drink"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-8195252182202980730?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8195252182202980730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=8195252182202980730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/8195252182202980730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/8195252182202980730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/pepsi-gold.html' title='Pepsi Gold'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgfsQQDu1SI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pr1oJUQcI2M/s72-c/15-03-07_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-6349976129865697427</id><published>2007-03-22T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:09.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music And Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Songs?&lt;br /&gt;What are they?&lt;br /&gt;They are stories. They are poems. They are ancient tales of wonder and victory. They are ditties about insignificant little affairs. They uplift and sadden. They create and destroy. &lt;br /&gt;Well not really. All those things are what we make of songs. But what they really are, just music and lyrics. Some of my favourite ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgKnsgDu1PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PbygxPQUVO0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgKnsgDu1PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PbygxPQUVO0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044778915570046194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another missing person, One of many we assume,&lt;br /&gt;The young wear their freedom, Like cheap perfume.&lt;br /&gt;(its useless information), Returning my call,&lt;br /&gt;(to help the situation),Theyve nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;Youre just another message, On a pay phone wall&lt;br /&gt;- Carrie&lt;br /&gt;       Cliff Richard&lt;br /&gt;The young wear their freedom, like cheap perfume. Too easily gotten, too quickly squandered. And ultimately, you aren't even a brick in the wall my friend. Because the wall needs the bricks. without them, there would be no walls. Youre less. Youre a crude little message scrawled on a pay phone wall. Unnecessary, unwanted, destined to be covered up by a hundred more scribbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgKn0wDu1QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V8j5EWAxvRk/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgKn0wDu1QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V8j5EWAxvRk/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044779057303966978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in rock ’n roll,&lt;br /&gt;Can music save your mortal soul,&lt;br /&gt;And can you teach me how to dance real slow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that you’re in love with him&lt;br /&gt;`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;You both kicked off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.&lt;br /&gt;- American Pie&lt;br /&gt;         Don Mclean&lt;br /&gt;The words can lie. Even the eyes can lie. But the language of dance, THAT is immune to deception. I knew you loved him, when I saw you dance. And music.....music is redemption. Music can save your soul. Don't believe it. Know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgKpoQDu1RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aRhIkRfgp7k/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgKpoQDu1RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aRhIkRfgp7k/s320/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044781041578857746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived my life in the words of a Storyman,&lt;br /&gt;Watched my dreams from the years gone by,&lt;br /&gt;Heard my voice in the songs of a Storyman,&lt;br /&gt;Always by my side, always by my side&lt;br /&gt;- The Storyman&lt;br /&gt;         Chris de Burgh&lt;br /&gt;My earliest memories are stories. Of Gallant princes and captured princesses. Of Wise wizards and evil viziers. It was an affair that is yet to end. The first time Long John Silver hobbled onto the deck of Hispaniola, when Holmes and Watson waited for Moriarty, When Bertie plopped down on the sofa and said " Jeeves , I need help" and when Vimes killed warewolves with his bare hands, I was there. I will always be there. Because I live my life in the words of a storyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              To be cont....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-6349976129865697427?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6349976129865697427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=6349976129865697427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/6349976129865697427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/6349976129865697427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music And Lyrics'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RgKnsgDu1PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PbygxPQUVO0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-837569504941837052</id><published>2007-03-10T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:09.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there were two kinds of literature. 1) For adults and 2) For kids. And then a certain J.K.Rowling came along and the world went topsy turvy. Suddenly Rowling was the new god and Harry the new Jesus. But she is not the one I want to talk about. Because as much as I love the Harry Potter Books, I am primarily thankful to Rowling for opening my eyes to the huge world of fantasy literature out there. And thats how I got to know about my next hero.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RfKtQmVIrBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w8YcOlfuFOA/s1600-h/Terry_pratchett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RfKtQmVIrBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w8YcOlfuFOA/s320/Terry_pratchett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040281433659714578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERRY PRATCHETT&lt;br /&gt;I always loved humor, and I always loved fantasy. So its easy to imagine how I feel about Discworld. About a year back , following the trusted close-your-eyes-and-jab-your-hands-on-the-shelf-and-pick-up-what-you-touch method of buying books, I stumbled into Men At Arms, and a certain character called Samuel Vimes. Nobody, but nobody wearing knee leangth leather breeches has ever been or will ever be that manly. Don't ever compare Vimes to Dirty Harry, Vimes is so so much more. Of course t wasn't just Vimes. Brilliant characters like Carrot, Colonobbes(its impossible to consider them apart) and the Patrician, Pratchetts amazing ability to shift from humor, to drama, to action, at the flick of a sentence. Long story short, in the last 12 months, yours truly is on Pratchett like Kate Moss is on crack (not that for a moment I am suggesting I am anything like Miss Moss). Anyone who loves fantasy OR humor should definitely look this brilliant author up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Five Pratchett Characters&lt;br /&gt;1. His Grace, The Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes - Did I mention I love Vimes. The man who is at once a believer and a cynic, overwhelmingly noble and a beast, a self declared speceist but an equal opportunity one . The climax of Thud! and the warewolf chase in The Fifth Elephant still gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;2. Colonobbes - What would our intrepid hero be without his comic sidekick ? One long unrelenting rant thats what . And whats better than ONE comic sidekick ? Thats right, TWO comic sidekicks. Not only are Colon And Nobbes a perfect foil for Vimes, they are the perfect foil for each other. And we know as long as they are around, all major Bridges in AnkH morpork shall remain safe.&lt;br /&gt;3. Death - Yes. The black clad dude. The not-so-grim reaper. The ultimate fashion model. Who knew he could make such a hilarious character. And although the man in different shades of black can be as scary or noble as the situation calls for, he is mostly a super powered, slightly confused but always understanding character. In other words, he's a dad. &lt;br /&gt;4.The Patrician - Just how brilliant is the expression "carniverous flamengo" . The benevolent dictator for life of Ankh Morpork could send chills down Hannibal Lecter's spine. Hell the guy likes to READ music. I don't even know what that means, but its brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;5.Nanny Ogg - Granny Weatherwax is a bit too cold for me, but Nanny is a sweetheart (just don't marry any of her sons). Cool under pressure, I think she's a lot smarter than she's letting on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mention -&lt;br /&gt;Detritus - The dude packs a siege crossbow that becomes a de-facto firball thrower as his sidearm. That is so extremely cool. Now if someone could just teach him the nuances of a safety catch......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-837569504941837052?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/837569504941837052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=837569504941837052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/837569504941837052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/837569504941837052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/once-upon-time-there-were-two-kinds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RfKtQmVIrBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w8YcOlfuFOA/s72-c/Terry_pratchett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-4702734822436475662</id><published>2007-03-02T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:09.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROES</title><content type='html'>Ok now that I'm back in ernest, I wondered what to start with. And well, I have decided to dedicate the next few pages in my tiny little corner of cyberspace to my heroes. The people who I idolize and try to be, or at least would have tried to be if it didn't involve so much work. So without further ado let me present the only possible person I can start this with . Ladies and gentlemen , I give you .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ahem&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;helloooo !!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;will someone please start the.....&lt;br /&gt;(DRUM ROLLLLLLLLLLL)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RegjNqR-1YI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IVleIDObyII/s1600-h/cliffrichard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RegjNqR-1YI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IVleIDObyII/s320/cliffrichard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037314900808881538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CLIFF RICHARD !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is anybody surprised ?? Not the people who know me certainly. I have been a Cliff fan, ok make that fanatic since God knows how long. Ever since my mother handed me a casette called Over the years way back in 1995 or 96, a decision I believe she has regretted ever since.  But what an album it was. For Cliffophiles trying to introduce anyone to this lovely singer, its absolutely the best thing to get started. With songs like Evergreen tree, Spanish harlem, Devil Woman, Congratulations, Wired for sound and Summer holiday it rocked so hard that I couldn't help but get sucked in. And after that of course there was nothing else to do BUT swipe money off my dad's wallet and buy Cliff Albums (Hmm, on second thought, maybe, JUST maybe, my parents have a reason for their grudge on Cliff) .  Aaaanyway, Cliff has hugely influenced me, my taste in music, and my pocket . First album I bought with my first salary, My first DVD (ok NON pirated DVD) hell, anything I can get my hands on with Cliff Richard stamped on it, I will buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RegjNqR-1YI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IVleIDObyII/s1600-h/cliffrichard.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-4702734822436475662?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4702734822436475662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=4702734822436475662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/4702734822436475662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/4702734822436475662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/heroes.html' title='HEROES'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuqJrc-wXgM/RegjNqR-1YI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IVleIDObyII/s72-c/cliffrichard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-1020190072835656297</id><published>2006-12-24T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T14:20:29.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i back. will anyone ever read these ramblings . What happens after intercourse. Ahhh some of the questions that i'm damned if i will ever have the answers to. i just know im back i felt like writing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-1020190072835656297?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1020190072835656297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=1020190072835656297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/1020190072835656297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/1020190072835656297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-am-i-back.html' title=''/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109749863326327301</id><published>2004-10-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T05:43:53.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokia Ngage</title><content type='html'>The N-Gage is looking up to be a pretty serious gaming system. I mean theyre going to release frigging elder scrolls on it . Wish I had some money . Meanwhile Ill Have to get a Diskman . I really need one . Especially before Gangtok. Dont think itd happen though . Might have if i hadnt bought these games . But then these are must have titles .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109749863326327301?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109749863326327301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109749863326327301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109749863326327301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109749863326327301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/10/nokia-ngage.html' title='Nokia Ngage'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109646194576261725</id><published>2004-09-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T05:45:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music piracy</title><content type='html'>Music piracy, the biggest assett for music listeners these days ?? Many people see music piracy as a boon , and even I did, bying MP3 cds for 50 bucks and getting 100 songs . Great right . Not so. I believe music piracy hurts the consumer just as much . First of all truly it makes the price of Legal cds and cassettes soar upwards . But most of all , when you get 100 songs in one cd it kind of cheapens it . I mean I personally realized that I used to listen to music a lot more and a lot more deeply before I started bying MP3 cds. I mean I recently bought a Cliff cd and i listened to it a lot more intently cause i payed 200 bucks for it . I dont know , maybe the logic is wierd, but piracy results in a loss of love or involvement with music , I feel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109646194576261725?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109646194576261725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109646194576261725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109646194576261725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109646194576261725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/music-piracy.html' title='Music piracy'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109628963321168038</id><published>2004-09-27T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T05:53:53.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booooringgg</title><content type='html'>God , mine has to be the most uninteresting blog in the blogger world . Sometimes Im amazed at how little theres going on in my life . The family crisis in the grandparents front seems to be receding a little .And the thing thats bugging me most these days is JB's disappearence . I mean hes completely disappeared off my radar . There seems to be no way to track him down . I wish it wasnt so abrupt , its hard to lose a good friend , but i mean what could i do . He was so overly secretive about himself , its not possible . I still miss him a lot , but you can only do so much without any response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109628963321168038?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109628963321168038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109628963321168038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109628963321168038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109628963321168038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/booooringgg.html' title='Booooringgg'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109594589580726040</id><published>2004-09-23T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T06:24:55.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy time</title><content type='html'>Well its been a busy time for me the last few days , with my parents here and finishing prince of persia , sands of time , and trying like hell to do my projects although not really getting anything done . I really have to have to get it done and fast . Or my gangtok visit is going kaput . And I have got to start taking a good hard look at my priorities with my friends . thats my problem , I just dont know when to back off . I dont know where that line is between "friend who gives you space" and "friend who doesnt give a damn" and ive always been afraid of crossing it . Damn , i wish it wasnt such a tightrope . One little mistake and SPLAT!!! , theyre scraping pieces of your friendship from the pavement and bagging the pieces for the morgue . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109594589580726040?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109594589580726040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109594589580726040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109594589580726040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109594589580726040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/busy-time.html' title='Busy time'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109568559207058988</id><published>2004-09-20T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T06:06:32.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>Went to see the project guide today , not very impressed . Aparently theyll do everything , ill just have to sign on the front page and thats it . So much for a "live project". Anyway parents coming over today . So very busy . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109568559207058988?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109568559207058988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109568559207058988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109568559207058988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109568559207058988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109543387302910079</id><published>2004-09-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T08:11:13.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pujas</title><content type='html'>I attended a viswakarma puja today . Thing is , since i dont believe in any purticular god ,am i a hypocrite attending them and having fun ? I dont know . To me god , if thats the name i have to give the force thats in the universe , is in everything . Its in good food , beautiful music , love , hate , tears , smiles , everything . So its hard to give it a face and a name . And to think theres a legion of gods , who look after a sector of life , its impossible for me . Its too much like a capitalystic board of directors . God isnt human . He doesnt have feelings . He just creates . He is shapeless formless . He has no right and no wrong . He has created love and hate , pain and pleasure, mind and body . He doesnt make judgements , rather he creates minds that can make judgments . God is nature, nature is God .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109543387302910079?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109543387302910079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109543387302910079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109543387302910079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109543387302910079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/pujas.html' title='Pujas'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109533845244887090</id><published>2004-09-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T05:40:52.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pricks</title><content type='html'>Some people are pricks by nature , its born in them . But what is it about being a government employee that brings out all the prickness to the forefront ?? I mean seriously , is it the long hours, oh no wait , they dont work long hours . Is it the poor salary ?????....... not so , cos theyre not poorly paid . Let me guess , they are pricks because they can afford to be so , because they dont give a damn about what happens to whom , cos they know no one can touch a hair on their stupid balding head . Ok the fact of the matter is , I went to my colege offices today . to get my centre changed . first of all the guy wouldnt even listen to what i had to say . Then when i told him that i was sent to him , he grudgingly heard me and at once started telling me i was wrong . when i pointed it out to him that i wasnt and that i was just doing what my faculty told me to do he grudgingly did his JOB , what hes paid to do and then he told me in the rudest voice "hoe geche , ebar ekhan theke jan to!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109533845244887090?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109533845244887090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109533845244887090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109533845244887090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109533845244887090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/pricks.html' title='Pricks'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109525163776479404</id><published>2004-09-15T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T05:33:57.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritations</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people really piss me off , but somethings piss me off are just too damn justified . I have a friend , i dont name names but hes like a great guy , very helpful, understanding , and everything else , except that he has abso-fucking-lutely NO sense of responsibility . Hes not like the people who DONT take responsibility , hes one of those who will be the first one to take it and then cheerfully forget about it . He calls up and tells me he'll be coming over to do our project work at 2 in the afternoon today . And then finally at five thirty yes FIVE THIRTY he fucking calls me up and says "oh hi , look im sorry but you know friends had come over , so i couldnt leave the house" and this isnt a one shot deal . he does that all the time . And as much as it irritates me , it will hurt him in the long run much much more . Anyway on happier news I urge anyone who can to play Prince of Persia, the sands of time .. Glorious game , absolutely wonderful. And got my first look at doom 3 , runs in my machine with everything turned down , but still enough atmosphere to make me scream and gasp every 3 minutes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109525163776479404?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109525163776479404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109525163776479404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109525163776479404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109525163776479404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/irritations.html' title='Irritations'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109473307418175428</id><published>2004-09-09T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T05:31:14.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Crazy</title><content type='html'>Amal has gone google crazy as far as i can tell , at its not just him, its like the entire planet is a google nut . At least the internet using part of it . And who can blame them , truly , google is one of the fantastic perks of using the internet . I shudder to think what searches would be without google . And truly , the fastest search engine out there by a long long way . I dont remember when i last used another search engine . Anyway back to matters more domestic , I called up IGNOU to inquire why my name wasnt in the list , Robida told tme to meet him , i do that in the pouring rain and does he sort the matter out ?? N bloody ooooooooo . He tells me I have to send an application to Bikash Bhavan . Why he couldnt tell me that over the phone i will never know . Oh and Im getting creamed in the team qualifiers in UT . The semifinal match ive lost twice , its like my teammates are all implanted with jackass AI and the opponents have the speed and agility of Nadia Komanichi on speed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109473307418175428?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109473307418175428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109473307418175428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109473307418175428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109473307418175428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/google-crazy.html' title='Google Crazy'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109464326019257539</id><published>2004-09-08T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T05:20:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UT2004</title><content type='html'>The heading doesnt mean a damn thing other than the fact that i loaded it up and played it . Freakin' rocks . And since even my old 64 mb graphics card with 256 mb of ram can crunch out medium details at 1024 X 768 resolution with decent framerate , then yaaayyyy . Anyway thats all the big news there is . Got my monitor back , what a relief to play for 2-3 hours without the screen going all blue . Anyway its wierd how small things make you feel a lot better . now that my monitor is back i feel like this huge huge weight is off my chest . Sometimes i just want a trouble free life thats all , but that isnt entirely possible is it , so one must feel relief at the small things . I belief that a person's happiness is much more dependant on himself than anything else . You can choose to be happy at the small things because large big huge good news comes along very rarely , so if thats what takes to make you happy , then you would spend the rest of your life just complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109464326019257539?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109464326019257539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109464326019257539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109464326019257539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109464326019257539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/ut2004.html' title='UT2004'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109455078206848221</id><published>2004-09-07T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T02:53:02.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>Finally got my hands on UT 2k4 , installed it on tony's machine , as i knew great great game . Cant wait for my monitor to get back so i can waste valuable hours shooting digital characters .Pigged out at the rollick's shoppe today been ages since i went there and from what i ate it seemed like that too . Anyway I thought id go get the price for my video card but apparently my money is coming soon so ill go there directly and buy it . Just cant wait to get my hands on it . Games have enveloped my life now and it seems quite incomplete without them . Even many of my friendships are entirely based on gaming . I dont know why , maybe its the only form of entertainment that makes you such a part of the whole process , unlike television , you are actually in there , doing things , being part of the story . Its a very unique feelings . And its better to depend on things for your happiness , rather than people , they let you down a lot less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109455078206848221?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109455078206848221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109455078206848221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109455078206848221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109455078206848221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218975.post-109447956915216952</id><published>2004-09-06T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T07:06:09.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post </title><content type='html'>My first post , god knows why im doing this , but hey its good to let things out once in a while . Totally boring day today , and with my monitor gone for repairs , i might as well have been in a bloody coma . Anyway at least RAW is on tv tonight with a shitload of those sitcoms i like to watch when i should be studying . At least amal has a bloody job he can spend all day at .Wish he had time to give me UT i really loved that game from what little ive played of it , finally a multiplayer game thatll be better than quake 3 (i hope )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218975-109447956915216952?l=anirbanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109447956915216952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218975&amp;postID=109447956915216952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109447956915216952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218975/posts/default/109447956915216952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirbanslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-post.html' title='First post '/><author><name>deadman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016960885274060432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl73JlJLvUU/TdPVRgODF4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/13AqGWPCScI/s220/my%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
