tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998789730138435382024-02-07T07:43:51.610+05:30Out of the Silent PlanetKaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-42357733285972274652009-03-12T19:39:00.002+05:302009-03-12T19:44:05.903+05:30How to make a Cute Face<span style="font-weight: bold;">Instructions</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Difficulty: Easy</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Warm Up Your Face</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Step1</span> : Stretch all the muscles in your face. You don't want to pull a temporalis muscle at a critical moment of Cute Face.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Step2 : </span>Vigorously rub your cheeks with the palms of your hands. This increases blood flow, and gives you a nice natural blush as a base for your maneuvers. If you are especially fair skinned, you may want to skip this step. It might do more harm to your cause than good.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Step3</span> : Slowly rotate your head side to side, stretching out your neck. The face muscles get all of the glory, but without the neck you wouldn't be able to look your audience in the eyes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now the Cute Face</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Step1</span> : Pull the corners of your mouth down slightly while still smiling. Be careful not to pull them down too far, unless you are going for the Pouty Cute Face.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Step2</span> : Tilt your head to either side, and slightly down. This will cause even more cuteness.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Step3</span> : Open your eyes wide, face your target and say "ple-e-e-ase?" or something similarly cute. Be careful not to whine, because that kills the whole maneuver.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Step4</span> : Bat your eyelashes a few times. This will bring down the house.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tips & Warnings</span><br /><br />* Practice in front of a mirror. It takes time to develop a cuteness against which resistance is futile.<br />* You know what cute is. If you think you're cute, than you are cute. Use the power within.<br />* Some people have developed such unprecedented levels of cuteness that they inspire stalkers. Be careful who you use your power on.<br />* Cuteness has been determined to fade over time. Peak cuteness is generally somewhere around 5 years old, but can extend well into a person's retirement.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Found this hilarious bit of information while trying to locate my 'dead' blog, so why not mirror it)</span></span>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-6086175534960520382008-04-20T20:12:00.002+05:302008-04-20T20:16:10.650+05:30Frank Zappa and Mechanical EngineeringWhat connects both?<br /><br />Yes, the answer is 'Fart'.<br /><br />In his own words,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The manly art of fart-burning. Compression, ignition, combustion and exhaust."<br /></span><span><br />Gaitonde will surely be impressed.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-13979667562987455992008-04-20T20:02:00.003+05:302008-04-20T20:11:35.702+05:30Chemical Analysis of Fart!<p>Well, I am obsessed with this. I think I find this really amusing for some reason I can't narrow down on.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>The composition of fart varies dramatically among individuals. Five simple odourless gases are their major components. Flatulence produces a mixture of gases such as nitrogen, carbon dioxide, methane, oxygen, hydrogen and hydrogen sulphide. The gas methane combusts, forming water and carbon dioxide.<br /></p><dl><dd><span class="chemf">CH<sub>4</sub></span>(g) + 2<span class="chemf">O<sub>2</sub></span>(g) → <span class="chemf">CO<sub>2</sub></span>(g) + 2<span class="chemf">H<sub>2</sub>O</span>(l)</dd></dl><dl><br /><dd>2<span class="chemf">H<sub>2</sub>S</span>(g) + 3<span class="chemf">O<sub>2</sub></span>(g) → 2<span class="chemf">SO<sub>2</sub></span>(g) + 2<span class="chemf">H<sub>2</sub>O</span>(l)</dd></dl><p>The odour associated with flatus is due to hydrogen sulfide, skatole, indole, volatile amines and short-chain fatty acids. These substances are detectable by olfactory neurons in concentrations as low as 10 parts per billion, hydrogen sulfide being the most odorous. So blame them for all the disgusting smell!</p><p></p>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-823505610874557392008-04-20T19:47:00.003+05:302008-04-20T20:02:13.936+05:30C'mon baby, Light my fire!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Light My Fire </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(The Doors)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You know that it would be untrue </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You know that I would be a liar </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If I was to say to you </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl, we couldn't get much higher </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come on baby, light my fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come on baby, light my fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try to set the night on fire </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The time to hesitate is through </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No time to wallow in the mire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try now we can only lose </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And our love become a funeral pyre </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come on baby, light my fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come on baby, light my fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try to set the night on fire, yeah </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The time to hesitate is through </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No time to wallow in the mire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try now we can only lose </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And our love become a funeral pyre </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come on baby, light my fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come on baby, light my fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try to set the night on fire, yeah </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You know that it would be untrue </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You know that I would be a liar </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If I was to say to you </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl, we couldn't get much higher </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come on baby, light my fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come on baby, light my fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try to set the night on fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try to set the night on fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try to set the night on fire </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Try to set the night on fire </span><br /><br />I would like to first apologise to all The Doors fans out there. Believe me, I am big fan of The Doors and absolutely adore their songs. Just recently, while studying for my endsems, I happened to read something which has ever since kept me in two minds about this particular song.<br />Look at the following picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQYVfZToZiaPKBuF33-7gzc_kQBYdO8eNO9y-jaRaolnugv1zcqTTvUNIj0jE-dU15Tmaho4XR6XOxD7SZuMlCF2vzvgHWE7WNTxDL098RC40HQudzI10VlKeqGg8CKA2zRGyqGVVR-Q/s1600-h/fart.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQYVfZToZiaPKBuF33-7gzc_kQBYdO8eNO9y-jaRaolnugv1zcqTTvUNIj0jE-dU15Tmaho4XR6XOxD7SZuMlCF2vzvgHWE7WNTxDL098RC40HQudzI10VlKeqGg8CKA2zRGyqGVVR-Q/s400/fart.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191334694651526146" border="0" /></a>If you just think, it is a joke, then my friend you are wrong.<br />Well it does happen.<br />Its scientifically proven.<br />Fart lighting, (also called fart-burning, blue dart, blue flame, blue angel and flatus ignition) is the practice of setting fire to the gases produced by flatulence often producing a blue hue.<br /><br />So next time, during a date when you girlfriend or boyfriend says, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Set me on fire, baby</span>!", you know what he/she means and prolly what to do even!!Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-10502873084516727062008-04-13T10:01:00.000+05:302008-04-13T10:02:29.389+05:30When in DoubtYou say if you could fly,<br />you never come back down<br />You have the eyes for that blue, blue sky<br />Even my feelings for you<br />must be expressed in words<br />As you awake from a dream into the unknown world<br />Spread you wings<br />Take flight.Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-87124258646190194802008-04-13T09:59:00.001+05:302008-04-13T10:01:02.339+05:30With or Without You?<p>If I look up now<br />for the rainbow I once saw,<br />There are no seven colours anymore<br />Only mist and fog...<br />As time passes by, the world around me changes<br />No matter where I search for you,<br />you're nowhere to be found<br />So I close my eyes,<br />I open my heart<br />I need to know,<br />if I gaze up again<br />Will things be different this time?<br />Maybe if I was ...<br />the fog would fade away<br />So I pray,<br />screaming the wish deep within my soul<br />When you lose one thing,<br />you gain another<br />Don't you?</p>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-76419614121084850792008-03-08T20:01:00.001+05:302008-03-08T20:02:52.230+05:30I writeWithout writing in a bit<br />Its difficult for me to sit;<br />I have been bit<br />Don't think I am a misfit.<br /><br />Arbit ramblings these are<br />Justifying thus, have come this far<br />Can't wait to go to the bar<br />Its not night, yet there's a star.<br /><br />The week this gone<br />Has taken concern<br />Such is reality, so concession,<br />Life's not a percussion.Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-55035479821369228432008-02-19T21:59:00.002+05:302008-02-19T22:02:23.441+05:30When women try to play cricket..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yT9Cb0nfDJSt8pLsU792z9GNu-3mTouqd4dX-x2fshyphenhyphenb8AkY0Mdu5t-9upeVNDm9cx9upeMzBV-8ZvDIWfYFTy0Rj6M5ZVg-4qKTOtjZ0CfAWX87D1bUF6mEF6LKkLrIu2Q6JjBTW5o/s1600-h/cricket.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yT9Cb0nfDJSt8pLsU792z9GNu-3mTouqd4dX-x2fshyphenhyphenb8AkY0Mdu5t-9upeVNDm9cx9upeMzBV-8ZvDIWfYFTy0Rj6M5ZVg-4qKTOtjZ0CfAWX87D1bUF6mEF6LKkLrIu2Q6JjBTW5o/s400/cricket.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168729517017793586" border="0" /></a><br />I believe some women might contest my choice of title and reckon it rather be <span style="font-style: italic;">"When women from Bermuda play cricket,..".</span><br />Well,...... :)Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-34563648658051419792008-02-17T10:37:00.001+05:302008-02-17T10:37:55.744+05:30Life"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”<br /><br />-Steve JobsKaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-85178327212588196682008-01-30T20:43:00.000+05:302008-01-30T21:15:24.944+05:30I don't knowLast evening, I had loads of free time for myself, I decided to get back to writing something, couldn't figure out what. My blog space has looked the same for too long a time I guess. So, unable to come up with something interesting to write about, I asked a friend to suggest me a topic. The answer I got was "<span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know</span>". <span style="font-style: italic;">(smiles)</span><br />This is not a nice answer you were really waiting to hear. It makes you think that you are unimportant or you are not really cared about.<br /><br />But looking back again, it is so often that we use these phrase that I think it is rather a reflex action than a truthful answer. It is so easy to get away with saying this one and may be a couple more like-ones, in almost any possible situation. I wonder, what does one really mean when you say such <span style="font-style: italic;">automated</span> set of dialogues.<br /><br />It is not just in this case. Every time my mom calls up in the afternoon, I almost know the exact sequence of questions she asks or rather what I need to answer to prevent the conversation from prolonging. For example,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi Ma.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah just got out of class. Yeps, I am walking back to hostel now. Nothing much, just stupid lectures, nothing interesting. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will eat yeah, in a while. I have to get back to hostel first.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yo, roti-sabji. Useless food. Curds there. Don't feel like eating. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Haan, I have lab in the afty, have to prepare for it.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ok then ma, I reached hostel. I will go eat now. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Taata!</span><br /><br />This is a fairly accurate description of a typical conversation unless something totally strange happens with the world like <span style="font-style: italic;">Sivaji being dubbed into French or a sparrow poops on George Bush or Indian scientist claims to have found a stairway to heaven</span>. Of course, this is just my side of the conversation. I have omitted the half a million <span style="font-style: italic;">yeah s, yep s, haan s, I see s and ok s</span> I am made to say to convince my mom that I am still on the line. Meanwhile I learn about a whole lot of new things that happen in and around me like <span style="font-style: italic;">DeveGowda sleeps in the assembly yet again, Bangalore pollution on the rise, Mumbai hit by crime, Innocent school kid shot by schoolmate in US</span> and God only knows how many more.<br /><br />See, the point of all this is .... "<span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know</span>".<br />Why can't I make a better conversation? <span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know</span>.<br />Why I am blogging this? <span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know</span>.<br /><br />In conclusion all I can safely say is, there are innumerable things that intrigue me. I know very few of them. Even fewer, I even bother about. So its all fair in saying, <span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know. </span>For truly<span style="font-style: italic;">, I don't know. </span>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-66668711630028662192008-01-27T17:09:00.000+05:302008-01-27T17:10:27.383+05:30SometimesWhen you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him.<br /><br />Happiness, we rarely feel it.<br />I would buy it, beg it, steal it,<br />Pay in coins of dripping blood<br />For this one transcendent good.Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-24465010671657775612008-01-26T10:55:00.000+05:302008-01-27T17:08:01.500+05:30Dilemma....?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maiden or Chaos</span></span><br /></div><br />Why? Why?<br />No choices for me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Choices are not a fair game</span>.Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-34625840585161696292008-01-26T10:17:00.000+05:302008-01-26T10:54:45.832+05:30Time TechFestYaay! Techfest is here. Asia's biggest annual Technical feature at IIT Bombay kick-started here yesterday. Bit of wires, broken down pieces of wood and metal are a common sight everywhere on campus. It is very polluting.<span style="font-style: italic;">(Thanks to ES</span>)<br /><br />But yeah, that is besides the point. I somehow am not able to feel the same energy through me. It is a feeling of missing something. Or am I just lost? It is not even that maybe. It may just be the fact that I have become old and as all things do or atleast seem for old people, <span style="font-style: italic;">been there, done that, so boo</span>.<br /><br />Still, come to think of it rationally, that is also not the reason. It is not just me. It couldn't have been that something for which I could shed my flesh and blood just a couple of years back, been reduced to yet another weekend. It is very obvious that there has been a huge drop in the amount of participation this year. Though the official figures and the organizers may beg to differ, the insti is not filled at all despite the innumerable innovations and the new strategies implemented this year. Or it is just that there are not too many hoardings on campus. the only ones to be noticed are "<span style="font-style: italic;">Microsoft is delighted sometimes, excited some other times to sponsor TechFest.</span>"<br /><br />Well, it may not be all these reasons at all. It is probably that this year MoodI happened for me. This was very certainly my first MoodI inspite of the fact that I have been on campus all these years during the December time. Definitely, MoodI happened. <span style="font-style: italic;">A lot can happen over MoodI</span>.<br /><br />It is MI this year for me and not TF.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Life goes round and round. It comes around</span>.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-58451878511114278452008-01-22T10:42:00.001+05:302008-01-22T10:42:41.298+05:30Bhoot! Bhoot! Bhoot! Bhoot! Bhoot! ....Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-35875804861207743722008-01-22T10:39:00.001+05:302008-01-22T12:48:05.352+05:30Shame and Scandal...umm?I say oh, misery<br />Shame and scandal in the family<br />Woe, misery<br />Shame and scandal in the family<br /><br />Down in Trinidad there was a family<br />With much confusion as you will see<br />A mama and a papa and a boy who was grown<br />He wanted to marry and have a wife of his own<br />He found a girl she suited him nice<br />He went to his father to ask his advice<br />His father said: "Son, I have to say no,<br />The girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"<br /><br />Oh, misery<br />Shame and scandal in the family<br />I say oh, misery<br />Shame and scandal in the family<br /><br />Then a week went by and the summer came down<br />Soon the best girl on the island he found<br />He went to his papa to make it a date<br />His papa shook his head and to this he did say<br />"You Can't marry that girl I have to say no<br />Cause the girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"<br /><br />Oh, misery<br />Shame and scandal in the family<br />I say Oh, misery<br />It’s shame and scandal in the family<br /><br />He went to his mama, he covered his head<br />He told his mum what his father had said<br />His mother she laughed,<br />she said: "Go man, go<br />Your daddy ain't your daddy, but your daddy don't know"<br /><br />Oh, misery<br />It’s shame and scandal in the family<br />Oh, misery<br />Shame and scandal in the family<br />I say oh, misery<br />Shame and scandal in the family<br />I say oh, miseryKaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-73068319636353035692008-01-22T09:58:00.000+05:302008-01-22T10:19:34.240+05:30Simple arithmeticSmall things makes your day. There is no debating this fact.<br /><br />Many a times we never realise the power we hold within ourselves. The power to make one happy. The power of influence on people, on our loved ones. The power they bestow you with. The power with which you are expected to care. Or sometimes it is just the power to irritate even. <span style="font-style: italic;">Power High</span> indeed.<br /><br />A simple nod, a gentle smile, a hug, sometimes just a shrug does it all.<br /><br />A flower blooms. And it is the most beautiful of sights ever. I say, trust me on this one. Your heart is filled with such pure delight, that ....<br /><br />It is almost like the House episode we saw a couple of days ago. The scene was an operation performed on a pregnant lady. Going by the general trend in the serial to show graphic details and my special affection blood and blood like red looking things, I would term the scene as 'gross'. Just when I was about to cringe, shove my head below the pillow and curse my 'shower', the baby's tiny little hand popped out from the mother's womb and reached out to hold House's hand. The scene was so cute that my mind got flushed and was filled with pristine thoughts. My heart was jumping, dancing wildly. I did not know why. A big smile ran across my face. My time froze for a while then.<br /><br />This is the exact same thing I am talking about. I must say I am one of those few lucky people to see such gleam in one's eyes, in real life that too, and do not even realise that it could be you to make it happen.<br /><br />And its always give and take in these forms of barter situations, I guess. But the difference in this trade is what you give adds up what you take.<span style="font-style: italic;"> There is no subtraction in this world. Add on.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mathematics is very simple. No need for Gujju expert opinions here.</span> (no pun intended)Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-14746491267318855342008-01-20T17:45:00.001+05:302008-01-20T17:45:14.801+05:30Follow the DayLight and day<br />Is more than you'll say<br />Reach for the sun<br />And just follow the day.<br /><br />Just follow the seasons,<br />We're never short of reasons,<br />Must find the right ride<br />and reach the bright side.<br /><br />My feelings are more,<br />Than what I can let by<br />You can't see me fly<br />Just follow the day.Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-43235789882842844502008-01-19T16:20:00.000+05:302008-01-19T16:25:02.487+05:30Minutes of silence<span style="font-style: italic;">" Knowing you makes me realize, that i know a little more about myself now. "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" If we said all the things in our heads, the world would be a noisy place. "<br /></span>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-26485017803400546002008-01-19T14:14:00.000+05:302008-01-19T14:18:12.554+05:30Odomos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjLPeIaUpUegxHZWUVH_IX22mCgNoGY2JpFj8dFQSNajD0A51b5WwxFuA2ZK3PuEfLq6tzTFKczdSnLMjG75Fs8DIR3VQrOUgfDSUPlF_LUltw-XGAUv_NhjqP76RSqhBLL0TzhBA00I/s1600-h/Inv.Fly.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjLPeIaUpUegxHZWUVH_IX22mCgNoGY2JpFj8dFQSNajD0A51b5WwxFuA2ZK3PuEfLq6tzTFKczdSnLMjG75Fs8DIR3VQrOUgfDSUPlF_LUltw-XGAUv_NhjqP76RSqhBLL0TzhBA00I/s400/Inv.Fly.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157106757382056290" border="0" /></a><br />I hate bugs. I hate insects. I hate all creatures small and green and yet can fly. Damn them all. They give me a swollen eye. Sob. Sob.Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-91286648306353209022008-01-19T14:13:00.001+05:302008-01-19T14:13:56.322+05:30Tralala...You don't have a clue,<br />what it is like<br />to be next to you.<br /><br />I'm here to tell you,<br />that it is good,<br />that it is true.<br /><br />Words can't be that strong,<br />my heart is real,<br />Lets go drink beer.<br /><br />Try, try to forget,<br />what's in the past,<br />tomorrow is here.<br /><br />Love, orange sky above,<br />lighting your way<br />there's nothing to fear.Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-39798346891478237292008-01-19T14:10:00.000+05:302008-01-19T14:11:02.892+05:30Not TodaySome days I feel like crying<br />Don’t matter if its rain or shine<br />I feel like my heart was broken<br />At least a million times<br /><br />Some days I wake up dreaming<br />Feels like I never even woke<br />Answer life’s big question<br />As if it’s one big joke<br /><br />Some days I feel like singing<br />I sit back and just hum the day away<br />Maybe I pick up a guitar and play<br />Whatever I want to play<br /><br />Today I feel like laughing<br />Seems to be no reason at all<br />And if the world stops spinning<br />I’m not afraid to fall.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Maybe it’s too soon to be sure but I really do believe that some day we’re gonna have it all.</span>)<br />(<span style="font-style: italic;">just can't stop smiling</span>)<br /></div>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-20302681433076450992008-01-17T23:15:00.000+05:302008-01-18T13:40:17.730+05:30All I want is YouAll I want is you, will you come ride the tide?<br />Take me by the hand and stand by my side<br />All I want is you, will you always stay with me?<br />Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-2656592908303029452008-01-11T19:51:00.000+05:302008-01-11T19:58:21.931+05:30NewsA shooting star. A cold chill night. A new year. A new light. A new Hope. A new beginning. A new future. A new story.<br /><br />A new template too.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I was waiting for so long </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For a miracle to come </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">And the world thought I had it all </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I was waiting for you </span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">I see a light in the sky </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, it's almost blinding me </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can't believe </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I've been touched by an angel </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Let the rain come down </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Let it fill my soul and let me drown </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A new day has...come. </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">A new day has...come. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-67732259472989836412008-01-11T19:47:00.001+05:302008-01-11T19:50:32.000+05:30A breakIts been a while since I have last blogged. Precisely a month now. It feels as if I had been missing something. But I am back now. Yaaay!!<br /><br />Lots to tell myself, lots to write.<br /><br />I am back. :)Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99878973013843538.post-60762999404385424192008-01-11T19:47:00.000+05:302008-01-19T14:07:58.984+05:30A breakIts been a while since I have last blogged. Precisely a month now. It feels as if I had been missing something. But I am back now. Yaaay!!Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11408531814019964265noreply@blogger.com0