<?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-28620911</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:27:44.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog about nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-5676010041179964798</id><published>2007-11-04T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:19:28.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy the Brainy Balli : The start of new friendship</title><content type='html'>On a hot sunday in may, keerthi's judgement day had come.  Keerthi woke up early, had a bath, went to the nearest temple and decided to get ready for the most important exam of his life. Jimmy woke up early too, and watched keerthi get ready for the JEE. Over the last six months, keerthi and jimmy gradually started getting closer, and began trusting each other. Jimmy would sometime climb down from the wall and get close to keerthi and he would feed jimmy small crumbs of bread and sometimes when jimmy behaved well, dead flies.  After keerthi is used to go to sleep, jimmy would force himself into the physics text book and wiggle into the gravitation chapters and brush up his fundamentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy managed to smuggle himself into the keerthi's pencil box and went with him to the exam hall. The first paper was Physics and the time for the paper was 2 hrs. Keerthi started out well, he began cracking the mechanics questions, then went to electricity and magnetism. He decided to leave the gravitation MCQ's for the last. As he went from question to question, keerthi grew in confidence and saw his dream of making to CS at IITM actually materializing. Usually in the physics paper, one needs to get around 75 on 100 to have a good chance of cracking into the top 50. Keerthi managed around 70 and there were 2 gravitation MCQ's left worth 6 marks in total. Keerthi began to hyperventilate, his palms started to get clammy and his pulse rate was increasing. He began to doubt himself, he started to feel he couldnt pocket these 6 marks. Just when he felt all hope was vanishing, Jimmy jumped out of the pencil box, rushed onto the question paper, quickly read the questions and tapped on the appropriate answers with his tail. Keerthi was stunned with all this sudden action. He didnt trust Jimmy enough to place his future on jimmy's answers. So keerthi decided to check whether the answers jimmy pointed to were infact correct or not. And lo behold, they were, keerthi was ecstatic and quickly circled them before the time was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keerthi was really happy was so was jimmy. Jimmy stayed back in the exam hall just to give keerthi confidence during the Math and Chemistry papers. After the exam, keerthi and jimmy went back home , both of them were very tired, mentally ofcourse. That night both went to sleep ( not together) and dreamt about IITM. Keerthi felt indebted to jimmy. He decided to repay jimmy by gifting him a small and comfortable box for jimmy. The box had sticky fly paper on the sides and a comfortable cotton as bedding. This was like a new apartment for jimmy, so he need not put up with the brainless Jock Balli's. Jimmy was so happy with keerthi's gesture that he shed a tear for the first time in his life. At the point, keerthi knew that this was the starting of a new frienship, a friendship that would last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JEE results were out, Keerthi did stunningly well by securing the 5th rank. He was the south zone topper and was sure he would get into CS in IIT M now. Jimmy too was ecstatic, he was very happy keerthi. Keerthi promised jimmy that he would come along to IIT M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keerthi took jimmy with him to IIT M. Keerthi was put in Mandakini hostel ( which most people regard as the most notorious for ragging, drinking and smoking. It was also the best in football.) Keerthi felt scared about adjusting in such a tough hostel, but his parents assured him that in such prestigious institutions, ragging would be minimum. After keerthi's parents left, keerthi felt very homesick but he knew he atleast had jimmy with him. Keerthi wanted to go for a walk with jimmy, just to explore the great campus of IIT M. As he left his room , he heard the dreaded word being screamed at him ..."FRESHIE!!!!!!". He turned around, and there in front of him was a 70kgs, 6ft, hairy as hell monster, the most feared senior in IIT, Bhargav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Keerthi escape from Bhargav's claws?&lt;br /&gt;Will Bhargav do something to Keerthi, that will traumatize him for the rest of his life?&lt;br /&gt;Will Jimmy come to Keerthi's rescue again??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-5676010041179964798?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/5676010041179964798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=5676010041179964798&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/5676010041179964798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/5676010041179964798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2007/11/jimmy-brainy-balli-start-of-new.html' title='Jimmy the Brainy Balli : The start of new friendship'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-6516828929846416745</id><published>2007-10-28T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:11:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy the Brainy Balli</title><content type='html'>Once upon time, there was  a young boy  named Keerthi who wanted to get into IIT. He always dreamt about doing his Btech in Computer Science at IIT Madras. He worked hard, slogged his ass off, went for tuitions and wrote FIIT JEE exams too. In Keerthi's room, above his study table lived a smart balli, named Jimmy. Since his childhood, Jimmy was different from the rest of the balli's. When all other balli's were interested in catching flies, and trying to grow their tails to impress female balli's, Jimmy was interested in academics, spirituality and world peace ( between household balli's and garden balli's, apparently it was like a India Pak scene, since we cant validate it, we have to take their word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when Keerthi opened his TMH,Irodov, PL Soni, Resnick and H C Verma text books( only these books ok, no other), Jimmy always rushed to the edge of the wall to see what Keerthi was studying. Though the Jock balli's made fun of Jimmy and ragged him for being a nerd, Jimmy never lost his enthusiasm for Gravitation ( apparently, keerthi was very weak in the subject and used to study it a lot and hence Jimmy developed an interest for this). Keerthi always observed Jimmy, he used to look at him during his break time and wondered what Jimmy was doing everyday. Keerthi felt there was a strange connection between him and Jimmy, he sometimes felt Jimmy could read his thoughts and look into his soul. Jimmy liked keethi but jimmy knew keerthi would never make it to Comp Sc ( keerthi was weak at gravitation, and Jimmy with his foresight saw keerthi miserably cupping the gravitation related multiple choice question and end up in Elec Dual Degree at IITM, which simply means not getting out of there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will jimmy help keerthi?&lt;br /&gt;Will keerthi make it to IITM Comp Sc?&lt;br /&gt;Can jimmy and keerthi ever overcome the balli-human enmity to become friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-6516828929846416745?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/6516828929846416745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=6516828929846416745&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/6516828929846416745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/6516828929846416745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2007/10/jimmy-brainy-balli.html' title='Jimmy the Brainy Balli'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-115588547264005304</id><published>2006-08-18T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:17:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 unforgettable music videos</title><content type='html'>Tunes come tunes go but some stay forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, i am gg to blog about 3 videos - songs from the mid 90's..3 music videos i would never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is from the movie Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa. I absolutely adore this movie. Great story, good acting and amazing music. This is the opening song of the movie. This is my favorite music video of all time ( Hindi, English and gult inclusive). It brings back some real special memories..hmm..nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBPQxQwGYvI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBPQxQwGYvI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never blink for the whole length of this video. I didnt blink then, i dont blink now, i will never ever blink if this video is playing. The movie released when i was 13 or 14...so call it raging hormones or raveena tandon's body or the sensuous rain dance..or on second thought a synergetic effect of the above factors...this video made every teenager drool at the tv screen for years..To me this is the hottest hindi movie music video ever!!!!..enjoi the drool my boys~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VB4Yk6ovoXw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VB4Yk6ovoXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is an english music video. I have no idea what the lyrics are. But it was a really catchy tune and it kinda brings back memories of a girl who i had a huge crush on..and if u see carefully, i think u can see Kirsten Dunst in the video..i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNsb4zP76gE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNsb4zP76gE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my brothers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-115588547264005304?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/115588547264005304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=115588547264005304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/115588547264005304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/115588547264005304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-unforgettable-music-videos.html' title='3 unforgettable music videos'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-115307314081128500</id><published>2006-07-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:05:40.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for Everything</title><content type='html'>Ruud Van , thank you for everything...for every one of your 150 goals...It was an absolute pleasure watching you lurk in the penalty area and score with your typical predator instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the 2003 EPL trophy, it wouldnt have been possible if you hadnt run into form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OT faithful will miss chanting your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5i79YcZPoB0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5i79YcZPoB0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-115307314081128500?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/115307314081128500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=115307314081128500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/115307314081128500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/115307314081128500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-you-for-everything_16.html' title='Thank you for Everything'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-115249612601233107</id><published>2006-07-09T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:48:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Take on things!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Its been an exciting one month. Discussing formations with Anurag, debating the luck factor with Keerthi and just explaining to Madhu why i need to watch every single game Italy plays. It ended tonight, ended with the result i wanted, but not in the best fashion. Penalties are the worst way to decide a World Cup, the worst. I have been on the other side in '94 and on this side in '06, but the feeling is still the same. But what to do..someone has to pick up the Cup.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;THE TEAM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This Italian team was the strongest team in the last 12 years. They had the best goalkeeper in the world in Buffon and sensational defenders , strong midfielders and a striker who was brimming with confidence ( Toni). But one thing they had which i feel other teams did not have was the bench strength. Imagine players like Del Peiro and Pipo on the bench, ready to pounce when the situation demanded. Their only drawback was my favorite player, Totti. He was out of form, out of touch, not fit but he is still Totti and thats why he played. I totally respect the Italian media for not trashing Lippi's decision to stick with Totti and use Del Peieo as a sub. I totally admire Cannavaro's leadership skills because of the way he dealt with all those big ego's and made sure the team stuck together. And finally the man who i think deserves the Golden Ball..Andrea Pirlo. What a tournament he has had. Such a had working player he is. I have not seen the main playmaker of a team play as a last man ever. Our man has done that through out the tournament whenever Zambarotta or Grosso made those runs down the flank. He slogged as a defensive mid, created chances as the playmaker and to an extent he totally nullified Totti's lack of form. Buffon, man o man..those string of saves against Ukraine , and THE save he made off Zidane's header..WOOOOW!!. On the whole it was an excellent team effort and some good managerial decisions which paved way for glory this year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;THE LUCK&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Well, now i know all you guys would go on and on about the luck Italy had but frankly they deserved the luck. It was pay back time. Every team that won the WC or Euro had luck and every time Italy had some horrible luck but none of the people ever talk about the bad luck they have had. Let me tell list out stuff&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;1990&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Semifinal crash out against Argentina, when Italy was clearly the better team on the field. But no one ever said that the Better Team won. Penalties it was..the jinx was just about to start!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;1994&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I dont want to talk about it. We all know what happened&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;1998&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Some fucked up french team who clearly were not the better team won on penalties. But the press went on to praise the team and called them worthy winners. Winners my ass. Most of my friends also told me that penalties were a part of the game and if Italy was incomplete in that area, then its Italy's fault not France's. Well ok..point taken&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;EURO 2000&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hearbreak. How many times, how many times. Losing out in the last minute of the final to a french team which had only 5 or 6 shots on goal and most of them came in the last 5 minutes which lead to 2 goals and one of them was the GOLDEN GOAL..fuckkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!....If that wasnt bad luck then wat was.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;2002&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Bad refree decisions and a golden goal again..damn damn..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;To all you people who say that Italy were lucky, i am giving your own words back to you..They deserved that luck and they made their own luck. And if u say they werent a better team in the finals, well you obviously dont know anything about the Italian game because thats what they do. Given the circumstances they either sit back and absord all the pressure and take out counters or they shove in strikers and make sure things dont go to penalties ( Vs Germany , Vs Nigeria etc ). Against Germany if the game had gone to penalties , the Italians wouldnt have survived, given Lehmann's form and the crowd support they would have succumbed to the pressure. But against France, beating Barthez is a relatively much easier job and remember that France were without Henry, Viera and Ribery so that definitely would have given Lippi a lot of confidence about the shootout. It was simple tactics thats all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Let me tell you people something, do you think Brasil wasnt lucky in 2002. If think they werent then you dont know a shit about football. Against Turkey, against Germany, every where they got lucky. France had their share of luck too in '98 . So here it is..its all a part of the game. Penalties also, if France coudnt win on Penalties tonight then they obviously didnt have a complete game ( The exact words i have been getting for the past 10 years!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Till 2010, its FORZA ITALIA!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And Zizou how many times will you do that in an important. Let me tell you folks, it aint the first time. He did that he played for Juventus, he poked his studs into a Saudi player in '98. So please dont think he is some saint or god, God of footballing skills he is..but dont think he is the coolest of all...He has done it before!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-115249612601233107?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/115249612601233107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=115249612601233107&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/115249612601233107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/115249612601233107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-take-on-things.html' title='My Take on things!!!'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-115042595827564805</id><published>2006-06-15T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:45:58.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>I have never found a sentence in any book that suited me more.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ayn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am an anticlimax to my own talent"&lt;br /&gt;                                          -The Fountainhead&lt;br /&gt;                                            Ayn Rand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-115042595827564805?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/115042595827564805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=115042595827564805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/115042595827564805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/115042595827564805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/06/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-114972790318093971</id><published>2006-06-07T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:51:43.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Sinatra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; That's life, that's what all the people say&lt;br /&gt;You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm gonna change that tune&lt;br /&gt;When I'm back on top, back on top in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life , and as funny as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream&lt;br /&gt;But I don't let it, let it get me down&lt;br /&gt;'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king&lt;br /&gt;I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing&lt;br /&gt;Each time I find myself   flat on my face&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up and get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it&lt;br /&gt;But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know what i am talking about........&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other topics...&lt;br /&gt;WC on its way...my fantasy team on soccernet is&lt;br /&gt;GK-Cech&lt;br /&gt;DF- Sorin, Terry, Cannavaro and Puyol&lt;br /&gt;MF- Gerrard, Robben. Nedved and Riquelme&lt;br /&gt;Forwards- Ronaldinho and RVN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how many points i will amass ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way..He was given the green signal..If he can produce 75% of his club form, he will take his country quite far..quite far..&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Music video for the week&lt;br /&gt;Shakira- Hips dont lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=34an9ShmvdA&amp;search=hips%20dont%20lie"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=34an9ShmvdA&amp;amp;search=hips%20dont%20lie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-114972790318093971?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/114972790318093971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=114972790318093971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114972790318093971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114972790318093971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-sinatra.html' title='Thank you Sinatra'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-114912053919230508</id><published>2006-05-31T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:10:22.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RVN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please dont go&lt;/span&gt;. Please dont break my heart by scoring against us in the future. I cant imagine you in any other shirt except the red one with a number 10 on it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please dont go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-114912053919230508?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/114912053919230508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=114912053919230508&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114912053919230508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114912053919230508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/05/rvn.html' title='RVN'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-114888016256988823</id><published>2006-05-28T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:12:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 excuses for bunking that boring date!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Karina once said that if there was a tournament for making up the most useless excuses, i would definitely be a strong contender for the top prize. This got me thinking and i realized that i can give an excuse for any situation in life. While pondering on how to harness this talent for the benefit of mankind ( when i say mankind, i mean MEN..yeah yeah call me a sexist, i really dont care because i am one..), a thought crossed my mind. It was a simple thought, a thought that made me think more. Have you ever stood up your girlfriend and when she asks you why you were not present at the party or movie, you just said 'i forgot'? Have you ever wanted to stay at home on a Saturday night to watch your favorite football club on television instead of seeing Phantom of Opera ( vile crappy movie) or a visit to some renaissances art museum. Imagine the insults, the screaming, the nagging that you are going to face for such an act. So my dear fellows, be prepared for what is about to ensue, it will change your lives, it will create a whole new person out of you ( who am i shitting, nothing of that sort will happen but it might be useful to you sometime). I present 11 innovative excuses to dish out to your girl for being absent on a date.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse # 1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You 'accidentally' locked yourself in the bathroom and the knob decided to take the evening off the moment you went in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( She might not buy it, but you could say parameters such as the cold weather outside combined with the hot steam from the bath caused the knob to get jammed. A very useful one for guys living in cold countries.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When she said 7 pm , you thought it was 7 pm London time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( A very good excuse for traders and brokers in NYC )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;All of your clothes are in the washing machine and the machine stopped working and hence you have nothing to wear except your old boxers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( This is could be a match winning excuse for guys with great bodies as the girl might just be tempted to shift the date from a movie hall/museum to your bedroom.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #4&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I was on the way to the movie hall when a huge UFO sucked me up into its main chamber. I was held captive for the night and released next morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( Could come in handy, when you want to go drinking with your buddies. You blame the UFO and the  bright lights for that headache you have i.e., hangover!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Blame it on your flatmate. Tell her that he was threatening to commit suicide as he was just sodomized by a bunch of you-know-who.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( She definitely cannot ask your flatmate for details and will give you the benefit of doubt. Even she knows that roomies get precedence over partners.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #6&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Send your best friend to the movie and ask him to convince her that he was you but with a new face. The miracle of plastic surgery are known through out the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( If you buddy is hotter than you then she might get convinced and treat him to a really nice night cap at her place. I suppose if you are ready to use this excuse then you really dont care who she treats to night cap's at her place.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Tell her that you popped in a sleeping pill instead of an asprin and hence you slept off for some 3 hours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( A good excuse to watch the football game. If she buys it you could end up getting a home cooked dinner from her and maybe some tooty-fruity action later on.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #8&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You were at the museum but she could not see you because of the invisible cloak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( The guy who uses this one, please carry a camera along with and capture her expression on film.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #9&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You work for the CIA and its against the organization's policies to visit boring museum's or watching horrible movies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;( Nice try!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It was raining hail stones in your part of the city and you could not leave the apartment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And for the final and the greatest excuse&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse #11&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Your astrologer warned you about a possible fight that both of you might have if you go out with her on that particular evening. Since you love her so much you would rather sacrifice THE date ( yes an outing to a museum was one of you adolescent fantasies) instead of getting into a fight with her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;: I claim no responsibility for the outcomes of using the above written statements&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am too lazy to proof read it and rectify the spellings and grammar so kindly ADJUST!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;An awesome 12 min video on some stunning goals, awesome saves and hilarious bloopers. Its football time!!..Supporting USA at Germany '06!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8281848358508839146&amp;q=soccer+funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-114888016256988823?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/114888016256988823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=114888016256988823&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114888016256988823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114888016256988823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/05/11-excuses-for-bunking-that-boring.html' title='11 excuses for bunking that boring date!!'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-114843044573147912</id><published>2006-05-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:27:25.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of the Laundromat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;What is with Laundry? Why does it influence our lives so much? I mean c'mon, why do people give so much importance to laundry. Have you ever heard two people talk on a friday afternoon, the topic of laundry must come up and they discuss it for ever. Which is the best laundromat, which detergent to use, how to optimize the load so that the dryer works most efficiently. Oh God dammit, its nothing but a bunch of dirty clothes and they so bloody influence our lives. People say that machines will take over the world in the future, but trust me people its going to be dirty clothes and especially those stinky socks.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;People have started planning events around their laundry time. “hey sorry, cant make it to the movie, its  my laundry hour”,  cant they understand, dirty clothes can wait but a bloody movie hall doesnt wait for you to make time and watch the show. Some people also have laundry alarm...BEEEEP “ I am sorry ladies and gentlemen, the President has to leave now as he to collect his clothes from the washer and put it in the dryer. I hope you understand the situation” and many people in the crowd will go Aaaaah, yes that is an emergency that he must deal with at once, the rising interest rates and Iran can wait for tomorrow.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Men hate doing laundry. And Women find it weird that Men hate laundry. Why would any sane man in his sane mind would want to do laundry. Does it serve any entertainment purpose, does it give him a bottle of beer everytime he washes his clothes, does it even flash a naked women's picture on the digital display of the machine??? I am pretty sure that 99% of the men marry because of their hatred for laundry work. This world is full of geniuses, geniuses who claim to put a man on the moon, but none of these scientists can invent  a  polymer which wont get dirty at all. I say we must fight for a bill that says that every top university must work on inventing a non-dirty polymer so that the human race will not yield to the power of the dirty sock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you say this shirt is dirty and throw in the laundry basket, you are feeding the power of the dark side. This dark side will gather all its power and one day leave you in a sorry state. Think twice before you commit such an act again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;yours truly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-114843044573147912?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/114843044573147912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=114843044573147912&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114843044573147912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114843044573147912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/05/power-of-laundromat.html' title='The Power of the Laundromat!!'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28620911.post-114841317374388161</id><published>2006-05-23T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:39:33.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a New start..</title><content type='html'>New Avatar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28620911-114841317374388161?l=pingali1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/feeds/114841317374388161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28620911&amp;postID=114841317374388161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114841317374388161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28620911/posts/default/114841317374388161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pingali1589.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-new-start.html' title='Its a New start..'/><author><name>Nil Nil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07273180376202486310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
