<?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-32179348</id><updated>2011-09-14T15:37:23.881+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Livin On The Edge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-308434405018898281</id><published>2007-08-09T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:46:50.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3rd AUGUST</title><content type='html'>In case if you don't get the meaning of that day, let me tell you that its my birthday. More importantly this is the straight 8th birthday that I had sent away from home. In these past eight years I have celebrated it with my friends and twice with my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year too it began with the usual bums and late night cake cutting. Was painful as usual. Calls from home and friends followed soon afterwards.All the usual stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Though the day was a bit different from other times. My lovely new friend Moumita has made it special this time. She called me up to South Delhi to Delhi Haat as she wanted to wish me that day.&lt;br /&gt;Well someone turning up from a far place to celebrate my birthday, this was a new thing indeed.&lt;br /&gt;She definitely made the day beautiful for me.&lt;br /&gt;A lovely friend, nice place, pleasant atmosphere, a cute gift, lip licking cuisine all seemed to be placed perfectly for my birthday. We had a nice time together discussing about so many issues and seeing so many things.&lt;br /&gt;In the end the day finished but after so many years I can definitely say that it was a birthday to cherish and remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-308434405018898281?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/308434405018898281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=308434405018898281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/308434405018898281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/308434405018898281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/3rd-august.html' title='3rd AUGUST'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-9144416016168446949</id><published>2007-07-16T16:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:59:26.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>T Point: Will It Live On?</title><content type='html'>I recently came to know that the hostel that I lived in during my engineering days has been converted to girls hostel. Well certainly that hurt badly. The hostel has been for boys since time memorable. the whole society round there is built upon the factor that a boy's hostel exists there. the lives of so many people who depended on the hostel will be changed for ever. so many stories, incidents, lifestyles all will come to an end. its been a very radical decision taken up by the management. they should have shown some responsibility to the society by not taking that decision.&lt;br /&gt;The lives of some people like the Paan wala, the dhobis, Gary n surd, tanveer, anna are up for a complete torment. The police will have no work load. And no more fights for this was the battlefield for concilliating so many issues. I can also say with confidence thats Purohit's brat will leave no stone unturned for a peep daily. Man, he's set up for a great teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;Well whats done is done. no crying over spilled milk. Hope the future of T-point is also on being infamous. To me it will be a loss for Ihave spent 4 years of my precious life in that hostel and will never again be able to enter even for a view. To the gals, be responsible and do everything to keep up the name and fame of this great heritage. By that i mean don't ever let the hostel become an epitome of "Goodness". The hostel deserves its tag for being "Infamous".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-9144416016168446949?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9144416016168446949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=9144416016168446949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/9144416016168446949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/9144416016168446949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/t-point-will-it-live-on.html' title='T Point: Will It Live On?'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-660410773264745936</id><published>2007-07-08T22:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:09:23.017+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wild Hogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSfrlW9V4kc/RpEhJPymWbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MXlGKkA5blY/s1600-h/wild-hogs-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSfrlW9V4kc/RpEhJPymWbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MXlGKkA5blY/s320/wild-hogs-poster-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084881897019300274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably the reason I came back. The movie was really funny and complete with fun. But the message  it carried  got me back. It described as to how we lose our real selves under loads and worldly pressure. We no longer remain the person.  And its best to do what you are meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The movie too depicts four people who succumb to their daily routine activities and lose touch of their real selves. Once out on the highway, they not only have fun and adventure but also discover themselves and earn their own self respect.&lt;br /&gt;Its must for those who have forgotten their good old days and are now mere pawns under law and rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RAVEN/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RAVEN/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-660410773264745936?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/660410773264745936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=660410773264745936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/660410773264745936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/660410773264745936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/wild-hogs.html' title='Wild Hogs'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSfrlW9V4kc/RpEhJPymWbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MXlGKkA5blY/s72-c/wild-hogs-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-2569711384667358489</id><published>2007-07-08T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:51:52.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>COMEBACK</title><content type='html'>Friends and Foes, Lovers and Ditchers, People and Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its feeling Good to be back. Don't know what had happened but I simply could not keep up. But now lets get on with the good work.&lt;br /&gt;Many things have changed in the meantime. The wilderness in my thoughts and actions have subsided, the extravagance is gone. The volatility has gone.&lt;br /&gt;But its not that I have lost myself. I have become tougher, mature, shrewed and more complete.&lt;br /&gt;I will start afresh in a new way, a new style. Some comments I made have hurt people in the past. For them I can only say 'those were my thoughts and i don't regret them' but from now on I will try to ensure that I am more neutral in my comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-2569711384667358489?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2569711384667358489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=2569711384667358489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/2569711384667358489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/2569711384667358489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/comeback.html' title='COMEBACK'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</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-32179348.post-8568278606918198150</id><published>2006-10-29T23:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:29:59.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE JOURNEY BACK HOME</title><content type='html'>After 9 months I decide to go back to home and it started in the worst way possible from the time I reached the station the problems kept on creeping. First my ticket was in waiting list but an MP letter was meant to confirm it. The train was scheduled to leave at 1700 hrs. but at 1500 hrs it was still unconfirmed. The panic grew when the ttes said that it won’t be possible to accommodate anyone with even the MP card. So I gave up all hopes and was to return the ticket. I was about to cancel at 1645 hrs but there was a last moment confirmation. So I managed a seat for myself somehow, but the tension did not end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Diwali time now and all the people are really drunk and doped to the lees. The train employees were no exception. They were all swinging to the movement of the train. And the Ganja inside them kept on hitting them more and more.&lt;br /&gt;One co passenger with me (a real life prank ) really led the chaos. He is a manager with the JCB but he did nothing on the way to suggest that position. Instead he commented such comments that made the people agree with their protest with the employees ,a true leader who made other swing to his moods.&lt;br /&gt; The hara-kiri began as the service was not at all upto the mark. It seemed that the employees were in  a dream world when they were serving the passengers. Somewhere 2 rice were given and somewhere 2 chickens. Someone was given jam in place of pickles. And a man returned the food in frustration and he was given curd in compensation. And people who had completed their dinner, kept their plates under their seats and it was kicked around by the staffs. The coup looked like any general compartment for 15 minutes. The ticket checkers were also in some hallucination, not finding me on my seat they were about to allot the seat to some waiting list. And when I came they gave a frowning look and complained me of not sitting on my seat.&lt;br /&gt;Well that was all about the night but the morning service of breakfast was no different. They mixed up veg n non-veg foods and led to  lot of screams n fights.&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing for me was on the way. The man beside me(the JCB guy) said that it wont be difficult for him to get a summer training for me so I m counting that perhaps he will help me in getting a summer for me. This journey with all its problems would be successful if I get the summer training over there. This was not the end n I was almost at the verge of missing my station. Imagine the TTE telling that there would be a stop where it is not supposed to. Luckily I was awake so I saw the station so I got down in time.&lt;br /&gt;Now the coming week was for a well deserved rest after a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-8568278606918198150?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8568278606918198150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=8568278606918198150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/8568278606918198150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/8568278606918198150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/journey-back-home.html' title='THE JOURNEY BACK HOME'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-2000970464104251002</id><published>2006-10-17T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:34:18.301+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A GREAT DAY OUT</title><content type='html'>Finally after these four months, I and some of my old college friends had a great day out.n the place was different not shanky but connaught place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a great feeling to be in the company of ol pals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excluding me the other guys were Maurya,Chatur,Nikhil sir,n the one n only chhabu sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they r all the same as i had left them back there in nagpur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maurya ran into a car the firat day he went out biking,chhabu sir is still as spendthrift as he always was (u really have to ask him to cut down on his costs). He spends 5 rupees on a veg patty everytime he goes out to IMS fr his tuitions.and he has got a nice belly to show it of. &lt;div&gt;nnikhil sir well he is as bored  as usual.spends his entire day  in house in the hope of gettin out sometime. his group of 'kalu,lulla,dhingra,punjab' are too busy these days n hesitantly ignore to come outso he wes there wid us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n Chatur is in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The love is residing in Rajouri Garden. n he is trying hs best to get a first date wid her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ne ways for the day,we first moved around palika bazar and whole of CP. then to enjoy metro ride we rode till the Maurya den 'Karol Bagh'.it is really crowdy n dirty n if u r there with a car god can only get u out of there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to fulfill our fetish we also tried out 'coffee home but that was really disgraceful.At the end of the day we entered the CCD lounge n it was a really cool experience there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so a gr8 day out and full of fun n fiesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-2000970464104251002?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2000970464104251002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=2000970464104251002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/2000970464104251002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/2000970464104251002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-day-out.html' title='A GREAT DAY OUT'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-5018769765181388511</id><published>2006-10-11T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:26:42.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MO-F**K*R</title><content type='html'>Its been nearly a week now since i have been getting missed calls and sexually explicit messages.&lt;br /&gt;And lo its not directed to me but some guy has got confused me with a gal named Neha.&lt;br /&gt;The dude is some Piyush.&lt;br /&gt;This guy is completely mad. For a week he has had no guts to call. First he started by sending cute messages and saying that he wants friendship, then he says that he likes me(Neha). And ultimately when he recieves no answers he just says that he wants to have sex. I wonder if he ever has been in close proximity of girls or not. In the week he could just have called to know who is on the other end of the line or if anyone is interested to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;I can just say that he is a bloody mother fucker, not just in the literary sense but in the real sense, God maybe he must be dreaming screwing Neha now by keep a pillow between his thighs and perhaps also expecting a call.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you, asshole....ooops sorry mother fucker, that go upstairs in your house, peep through any hole in your bathroom door, and whoever you find there from the female sex, fantasise about her and keep on shagging imagining her, you are good enough for that much only, you dumb sexopath.&lt;br /&gt;For people who are reading this scrap take the mobile no. of this mo-fucker and give him your regards as to get well soon. his no. is 091-9891037515. Give him some remedy to overcome his behavioral imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON   MO_FUCKER or JUST KEEP ON SCREWING YOUR PILLOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-5018769765181388511?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5018769765181388511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=5018769765181388511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/5018769765181388511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/5018769765181388511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/mo-fkr.html' title='MO-F**K*R'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-5050965593029739493</id><published>2006-10-09T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:18:30.401+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Second Life</title><content type='html'>Could not help myself not to become a part of the game called "second life" created by the linden labs.&lt;br /&gt;the game console provides u with a world of your own .i m Raven Wade here ,so if u do sign up meet me here,in the new world i m going to do whatever i could nt fulfill in real life,yeah it costs but is ok when you consider the scope of opportunities this game offers.&lt;br /&gt;my friends dont wait ,its a new world out there waiting to take you onboard, so jump in n start leading ur new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-5050965593029739493?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5050965593029739493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=5050965593029739493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/5050965593029739493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/5050965593029739493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/second-life.html' title='Second Life'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-1314328309645582184</id><published>2006-10-04T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:45:15.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A dedication</title><content type='html'>It had been for such a long time that I wanted to share this discussion with you all people especially to all my close friends and acquaintances who were with me during my stint in Nagpur. We always used to feel that it was so important that we discussed amongst ourselves to have knowledge on the subjects we were living amongst. So here it is, all fully described and narrated with utmost sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about the people who thrive in the city of Nagpur. They are basically Maharashtrians but we used to refer them as ‘Matthas’. These people were quite unlike the people that you would find in other parts of India. They are lazy, lousy, blatant and unruly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To analyse on the types and for better understanding I segregated them into 3 types:&lt;br /&gt;1. Orthodox matthas&lt;br /&gt;2. Zulu matthas&lt;br /&gt;3. Mustang matthas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orthodox matthas- Found in most numbers. These people are among the frustrated ceatures that thrive the land of Nagpur. They can easily be found in any offices, banks, colleges, factories and other places of common interests. You wont find it pleasing to talk to them for more than 2 minutes as either they will bore you out or they will torture you with their illogical discussion subjects. They are characterized by frowns and wrinkles marked all over their faces. They can be easily angered and frustrated and like to give out their full bark on anyone they find near them. These guys never leave Nagpur and consider the place as a cosmopolitan cities. Even if you are from Bombay/Delhi they refer to it as ‘gaon’(village). Their favourite dialogue is “tujha aila hepu, tujha behnila hepu”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Zulu matthas-  These are the most innocent and ignorant lot. There life passes on,          &lt;br /&gt;they grow, they reproduce, they die, yet they can’t figure out as why they were actually born. They are very silent in nature (specifically because they can’t understand what is going on around them) but if they get to know that they are being subjected as parts of laughter, then their frenzy takes toll of them and pour it on the people beside them and yet it would make no sense and you get another dose of laughter. Characterized by torn pants and shirts and unbrushed teeth, they can easily attract attention anywhere they go as they are one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustang matthas- Pink bikes, brownish-orange streaked hair, grey colored        glasses, tiger skin seat covers and a Himesh song whenever brakes are applied, these are the 20-35 year olds who zoom past you in the Shankarnagar square in Nagpur. They drink life to the lees and consider themselves at par with the best Casanovas in the world. With their dare devil biking skills they sure get themselves a G.F who can win the Miss Nigeria beauty contest. Their most favoured bike is the pink/orange Freedom but the yellow Passion works fine. They are cool and can eat poha with chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my whole hearted effort, hope you appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-1314328309645582184?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1314328309645582184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=1314328309645582184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/1314328309645582184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/1314328309645582184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/dedication.html' title='A dedication'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</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-32179348.post-3410757202799088962</id><published>2006-09-13T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:33:05.424+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MBA</title><content type='html'>Man, it has barely been 3 months that i have joined the course of MBA at IMT,Ghaziabad but it seems that a whole lot of generations have passed away since i finished my engg.&lt;br /&gt;life has changed so much, Ayan is not the same guy as he happened to be once, the outlook has completely been transformed, u may call it good or bad , whatever it may be i feel tht it was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;In engg life the main learning was as to how to manage ur time and life outside home,it taught how to self emerge where u have to stand on ur own feet or take help frm people other than ur parents. here u actually make some relations which last for a lifetime and u get to understand people other than ones in ur home.here u meet with new people, make frns, know them and share a bond which lasts for the whole lifetime. Also the most im thing is u learn to face real harshness and failures and u conjure up expeiences that wil remain wit u for a lifetime. Also many untold things that make up the most erratic things to be done in life is done in this time.&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to mba u learn to handle people, situation and time where everyone is lookin forward to get rid of others. the program and methodology is such that even the beat frns formed hv to be confrontd on many occasions to out score him/her.this cant be avoided u got to do it fr urself.but it has positive side also, u get to learn about comradeship for achieving a common goal, in a frnly environment. it gets ur guard set up to face real world environment where there is a cat n mouse fight to reach to the top.&lt;br /&gt;what i felt here that the situations are developed here that designs ur role play in such a way, where there is no eay out other than hard work, u got to perfform n matter wht, a serious face f the real world where u hv to b on ur toes for 24hrs.&lt;br /&gt;my frns two years apent in MBA is worth a study,i m takin care to note down the detais f my life here n one day maybe i will b able to tell u my experiences and learnings.&lt;br /&gt;This was to tel my frns that life here is very diff frm wht we faced in engg.so b prepared a new life awaits u once u come in .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-3410757202799088962?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3410757202799088962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=3410757202799088962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/3410757202799088962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/3410757202799088962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/mba.html' title='MBA'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</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-32179348.post-1010607176380732336</id><published>2006-09-08T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:33:20.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ASS U ME</title><content type='html'>People, how to begin i don't know, it is such an experience I'm having that can occur only once in life, you never wished that it happeneed that life would have been so beautiful without it. No I'm not talking about love or infatuation or something like that, I'm telling about the most embarrasing moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I used to fill slam books and they asked about the most embarrasing moment of your life , I didnt use to fill up the space but today i know the significance of embarrasment.from now on this day, the 8th of september will officially the most embarrasing day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now u must be wondering how and what happened.So here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysef along with my group were about to deliver a project seminar on the subject of 'LAW'. We had done our research on a company named 'Suchi Paper Mills Limited'.Now my job was to tell the class about our visit to Suchi Mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the tricky part.There is a girl in my class named Ruchi, she is a good looking dame and so obviously there is a long line of admirers and lovers behind her. And also I swear in the name of God that I don't have a thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went on to describe about my part, the teacher kept on interrupting me. He is an ol alien looking 1950 prototype and never allows students to complete their seminar peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps on interrupting and adds his own shit. Today a point came when he went to the extent of f;ashing his OSP slides over our PPT presentation. It was the most comical thing ever seen ( I didnt realise that my big time was also approaching fast). It was really pissing me to be honest.And so was the class getting bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;As i was to commence from such an interruption ,I mistakenly pronounced 'Suchi' as 'Ruchi' and that was it; the whole class came alive, some started to cheer, many others started clapping and triumphing. The girl herself flushed to a huge smile (She must be thinking that well here goes another dumb 'secret admirer' making fool of himself and increasing my no. of starved admirers).&lt;br /&gt;I was left in thin air, for a moment I thought that it was enough and I come down the podium. But with a huge effort and will power, I kept on standing and ultimately delivered my seminar ( with a no. of interruptions from the alien of course).&lt;br /&gt;For the next half hour I kept on shaking and nutting around pondering over the blunder I had done. As soon as the class got over,I got up and moved out of the room with large shouts at the backdrop "Ayan---Ruchi".&lt;br /&gt;I havent been out of the room since then. Don't know how much leg-pulling is in store for me over the next few days.But anyways on the positive side, I got a story to tell about my most embarrasing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-1010607176380732336?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1010607176380732336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=1010607176380732336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/1010607176380732336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/1010607176380732336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/ass-u-me.html' title='ASS U ME'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</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-32179348.post-115660631474328735</id><published>2006-08-26T20:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:01:54.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CARS: The Movie</title><content type='html'>Saw the movie cars yesterday and i wonder how beautifully disney is able to potray human aspirations, desires and emotions so beautifully in their cartoons.They not only provided the children fun to watch a cartoon film, but their was a lot for the adults too.by relating to cartoons some basic human facts were explored in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example there is a scene in the beginning where its jus like a true hollywood race movie . the driver self inspires to do well n the effect is well visualised.The romance part was great n it was a collatereal feeling to what he felt before she came into his life.the basic theme was to showcase how one should not only care for himself but also care for the well being of his surrounding. life is not just about your aspirations but u have more important things to commit to. Its about people around u n how u take them to be a part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all a great movie n it deserves all praise ,a must see frns for it not only provides entertainment but something to think about too for every individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-115660631474328735?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115660631474328735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=115660631474328735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115660631474328735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115660631474328735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/cars-movie.html' title='CARS: The Movie'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-115626813869089122</id><published>2006-08-22T23:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:05:38.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The History of Human Communication</title><content type='html'>The face of communication has changed over times but the basic objective remains the same. Gone are the days of cave drawings and use of drums to communicate. Now a message travels around the world by the click of a mouse. But some basic modes hasn’t changed yet….still we smile when happy, cry when sad—our emotions and gestures still communicate volumes about us. As time will progress, we will move to more and more sophisticated ways with more speedy, more secured, more reliable mode of messaging but care should be taken that our advancement does not harm our emotional bonding. The advent of short messaging service, e-mails etc seems to have killed the glorious days of the immortal letters written by Byron, Keats and Shelly. Communication’s advancement has traveled a long way……. But a longer way still lies ahead. The urge of communication between human beings began long before the evolution of any civilization. The pre –historic people had understood that in order to survive the harsh environment of those days, they had to support and rely on each other. The need for survival led them to communicate with each other. That led to the birth of symbolic language which later diversified and congregated as today’s language. They used to express themselves by facial expressions, gestures and touch. It was very basic and it did not convey everything so something more dynamic and practical was required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication has changed relatively little since the births of symbolic media in the form of cave drawings and the first texts. The people at first expressed their views with cave paintings and sketches. They made pictorial depiction of objects they wanted to relate. When this was found wanting they developed scriptures which was a great step ahead in the communication history. Some of the examples of pre-historic communication are as given:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.C 75,000: Estimated date of geometric carvings found on rocks in South African cave&lt;br /&gt;B.C 30,000: Ivory horse, oldest known animal carving, from mammoth ivory, discovered near Vogelherd, Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This development in pictorial writing took place till a long time in form of ideographic symbols and numerals. People wrote in silk, clay rocks, silk and finally on paper. The writing direction changed from vertical to horizontal. The first literary work was officially written in 3000 B.C in Sumer with the title ‘Gilgamesh’. In 2000 B.C Chinese developed pictographic based written language. Like this by 1500 B.C most of the important civilizations had developed their own scriptures and numerals and they were fluently communicating with each other. They were providing the future generations with their works in the form of  literary novels, songs, hymns ,religious works. Some great works during these periods were Bible, Mahabharata, Illiad and Odessey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of written and verbal communication went on for a long time. Printed texts also came out so message of a person was easily spread among the masses. Great writers wrote commentary on various values of life and other great literary works. They started theatres where people gathered together and viewed plays and song and dances. It was not only a chance provided for people to gather together in masses and meet each other but were also to witness some great artistic works. Plays of Shakespeare, music by Beethhoven , different classical and folk dances, to name a few, all found their birth in such mass gatherings. Some rulers also patronized these artistic works and their courts thronged with these great men of arts. Plays, musical shows and public gathering also were a great way to communicating with people and it remains important even till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there developed a systematic mailing system which was used to deliver written messages. Letters became important to communicate with people far and near and everyone was given a chance by their own government the facility to communicate via letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But to send a message to a person far off people had to undertake a lot of efforts. To ease the problem technology played a very important role. Thus the communication took a big leap in the 18th century with the discovery of the telegraph. It made the way for communication like never before. Codes of dots and dashes were used to symbolize alphabets and numerals and a telegraphed machine could communicate to any part of the world. This also led people to venture out more from their lands and places in search of new territories and people and places. They went to far off lands, came in contact with people of different cultures and civilizations and started interacting and developed business and social relations among themselves. After this people realized that no distance was great and they kept on revolutionizing the technology that eased communication. People were easily connected far and near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the beginning of 20th century, radio came to existence and live voice messages could be transmitted from one place to another. The more there was advancement, the more there was urge in the people to communicate. It was important also as business had started to take place in far off lands and every detail had to be properly informed and listened. So technology proved to be a big boon to the people. It was then telephone which made sure that even common people could easily reach out to their near and dear ones easily and so the communication gap between people began to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication via telephone and wireless played a great part in the outcome of the 2nd World War. It led to the foundation of a global community meant for people all around the world (U.N). Communication in this age led to revolutions. It united nation against oppressions and united them to fight together. It led to various forms of entertainments and social messages in the form of  movies and documentaries. News giving information of the whole world made people aware of the happenings all over the world. These informations made them more aware and thus their personal and business decisions all depended upon these informations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest development to take place was the invention of computers. This was a device which was to change the methodology of communication on its toes. It was  able to store loads and loads of information, it could simulate datas and numbers as desired. Thus humans were relieved of heavy work load and they could store information in a small hard disk. It was only desirable when the ‘Internet’ came into being in 1980’s. Internet brought the whole world to our room by the simple click of a mouse. This made it possible to transfer written data from one place to another without any difficulty and it also was cheaper. Business got transformed due to internet. Now products and services became available to people in their workplaces and homes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the development is that people have got internet right in their palms. The PDAs and highly intelligent mobiles not only facilitate telephone and messaging service but also provide connectivity to the whole world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-115626813869089122?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115626813869089122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=115626813869089122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115626813869089122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115626813869089122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/history-of-human-communication.html' title='The History of Human Communication'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-115599666110044557</id><published>2006-08-19T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:41:01.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Godfather</title><content type='html'>Do u think Don Corleone was as famous a Don before he came on big screen?Marlon Brando couldn't have replaced himself and asked anyone to take his place and do justice to the character of Vito Corleone.&lt;br /&gt;I just read it again and can't stop comparing Vito's character to Marlon Brando.Even Robert Deniro as the young one came to page upon page.i wonder how people would have taken the novel had the film not been made,basically i have little real knowledge about the truth regarding this fact but i do believe it was Marlon and de'Niro  who epitomized Godfather.&lt;br /&gt;Consider Puzo's other books like 'sicilian' or 'omerta'  don't  u think they do lie parallel if not above the grandeur of  'The Godfather'? Especially common people who do not have any literary taste would have firsyt seen the movie and then probably would have cared to read perhaps. So is not the time ripe that we take Puzo's other great works to screen as well so that they get their proper due and recognition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-115599666110044557?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115599666110044557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=115599666110044557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115599666110044557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115599666110044557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/godfather.html' title='Godfather'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-115540223825628534</id><published>2006-08-12T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:33:58.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>enjoy your flight</title><content type='html'>The way it is going nowadays,it seems that it won't be long before airport authorities disallow passengers to even pee on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;They may suspect u of having suspicious fluid in your bladder may even ask you to provide samples for testing.There may be a day when they ask one to shave off their hair as they might have applied some fluid on their hair which might cause explosion or one's body perfume will get analysed.&lt;br /&gt;These people do not have the basic idea that they can make a list of chemicals explosive in nature and then ask people not to carry those materials with them.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the problem of water.already they provide only a 200 ml bottle (sometimes replaced by a awkward tasting juice) for the entire flight.And by chance if he asks for more the air hostess will reply "sorry sir but we are out of stock.Will you have some tea instead?"&lt;br /&gt;well this way travelling is going to be a great adventure.Consider an example that you have checked in for your flight from delhi to chennai and the plane gets delayed for 2 hours due to unexplainable reasons.U get an absolutely free experience of moving in sahara desert right in your airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-115540223825628534?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115540223825628534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=115540223825628534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115540223825628534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115540223825628534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/enjoy-your-flight.html' title='enjoy your flight'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-115538983411905289</id><published>2006-08-12T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-12T19:07:14.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gujjus live in HELL</title><content type='html'>the people of gujrat really live in mess,each year something or else keeps haunting them.man their state needs a big break.&lt;br /&gt;first look at the  plague,it was devil's land out there,then came the riots where people chopped each other like cannibals and uncivilised tribes.&lt;br /&gt;then the earthquake took away the major establishments,and thousands came to the street.&lt;br /&gt;the most recent one is the flood,look at ur tv screens n it seems like people built their homes on a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the way it is going,i think a famine or volcano is next on the list.so people my advise is plain n simple,dont settle in gujarat,it is the most dynamic calamitic state in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;n to my gujju bhais well u deserve  a round of applaud for staying on brave n unbent,wish that this is the last big tragedy in ur life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-115538983411905289?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115538983411905289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=115538983411905289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115538983411905289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115538983411905289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/gujjus-live-in-hell.html' title='Gujjus live in HELL'/><author><name>Ayan Roy Choudhary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116175114940440071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32179348.post-115469908518001864</id><published>2006-08-04T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:14:45.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my life at imt</title><content type='html'>it has been a month since i came here but nothing seems to click.its really embarrasing to say that life in nagpur was better.&lt;br /&gt;well i guessed at least books will keep me busy but the quizzes have really changed that outlook too,had this net facility not been here i would have really gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;what to say of great imt people just talk big n bold,just not the type i m used too.&lt;br /&gt;well i must be sounding really depressing lets change it.&lt;br /&gt;the good thing is that i m not yet bobbed down,i ve seen a lot worse than this and with time yes i will get myself into it.food is good here especially on wedns n frs (unlimited chicken),n some game playin options.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32179348-115469908518001864?l=ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayanvoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115469908518001864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32179348&amp;postID=115469908518001864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32179348/posts/default/115469908518001864'/><link rel='self' 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