<?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-9733836</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:45:50.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World !</title><subtitle type='html'>and It's not a Program to print 'Hello World' dude !!
(Not that mine wud compile at the first shot !).. but ya.. just lil non-too personalized but lil of-me thingie jotted down here..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912224637299728179</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733836.post-114422379355737080</id><published>2006-04-05T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:58:04.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest pause !!</title><content type='html'>hey guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the incentive from fellow blogger and roomie - &lt;a href="http://siffar.blogspot.com/"&gt;gaurav&lt;/a&gt; ;) ( salutation re-ordered) - i have decided to get back to some online bullshitting...&lt;br /&gt;again.. a fellow blogger and not roomie - &lt;a href="http://pd29june.blogspot.com/"&gt;PD&lt;/a&gt; .. told me it takes just 15 mins to blog.. n i used to complain like abt that !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne ways.. all this besides the point.. good to be back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other venture is actually &lt;a href="http://vinaykn.googlepages.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733836-114422379355737080?l=vinsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114422379355737080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9733836&amp;postID=114422379355737080' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/114422379355737080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/114422379355737080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/longest-pause.html' title='Longest pause !!'/><author><name>Vinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912224637299728179</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-9733836.post-110668725742795980</id><published>2005-01-25T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T13:07:37.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long pause</title><content type='html'>quite a while before i returned to this windown to put down crap..&lt;br /&gt;and for a change.. and seriously..no crap to put down..&lt;br /&gt;things are going ok..&lt;br /&gt;latest updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing to read STATE of FEAR ( M.Crichton )&lt;br /&gt;CSci 551..&lt;br /&gt;Calvin a day keeps sad philosophy away..!&lt;br /&gt;orkutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. whaz happ in ur life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733836-110668725742795980?l=vinsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110668725742795980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9733836&amp;postID=110668725742795980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110668725742795980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110668725742795980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-pause.html' title='Long pause'/><author><name>Vinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912224637299728179</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-9733836.post-110559991152162580</id><published>2005-01-12T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:05:11.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poerty !!! </title><content type='html'>Stuff that i just copy pasted it had loads of sarcasm and a loads of humor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of loving beauty you float with grace&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hide your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes&lt;br /&gt;-Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe "go to hell"What inspired this amorous rhyme?Two parts vodka, one part lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733836-110559991152162580?l=vinsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110559991152162580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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'/><author><name>Vinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912224637299728179</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-9733836.post-110592716967781770</id><published>2005-01-10T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:59:29.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i can remember</title><content type='html'>aug 1..&lt;br /&gt;new land new ppl..&lt;br /&gt;friends: far and few&lt;br /&gt;keywords: land of oppurtunities, freedom , growth, adventure , blah..&lt;br /&gt;academia, new professors, great professors, god's.&lt;br /&gt;new age thinking, technology&lt;br /&gt;new type of ppl, new 'school' of thought,&lt;br /&gt;new subjects&lt;br /&gt;job for the first time..&lt;br /&gt;working..studying,&lt;br /&gt;independence..&lt;br /&gt;surviving rather than living&lt;br /&gt;atleast personalized view&lt;br /&gt;friends spread all over&lt;br /&gt;parent's back home&lt;br /&gt;life 's not here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u think all this is worth it !!!&lt;br /&gt;jan 10 th..&lt;br /&gt;new semester..&lt;br /&gt;again..same 'ol story ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733836-110592716967781770?l=vinsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110592716967781770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9733836&amp;postID=110592716967781770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110592716967781770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110592716967781770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/all-i-can-remember.html' title='all i can remember'/><author><name>Vinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912224637299728179</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-9733836.post-110412889495136565</id><published>2004-12-26T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:38:36.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gettin jiggy wid it</title><content type='html'>it's 10: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not that i'm not cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;man ..but i really am not sleepy.. there's no one online... i dont have a book to read. ( or i choose not to !) .. not a friend i can think who i can phone 'coz i bet all r busy.. ( not that i dont have ne ;)...god's blessed me with the best for friends )... man ! i'm Bored !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. abt the sleeping..the clock's all screwed up..&lt;br /&gt;i get sleep like by 4:00 am.. so still a long part of my nite to cross..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my mama's place ..writing this blog.. so that i remember in the future there have been worse boring nites.. and ah ! i write my Blogs then ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought though .. was &lt;strong&gt;BUNGEE JUMPING&lt;/strong&gt; an accident ???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733836-110412889495136565?l=vinsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110412889495136565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9733836&amp;postID=110412889495136565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110412889495136565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110412889495136565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/gettin-jiggy-wid-it.html' title='gettin jiggy wid it'/><author><name>Vinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912224637299728179</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-9733836.post-110410765221310651</id><published>2004-12-26T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:14:51.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's good man ! Big time !</title><content type='html'>yeah.. he knows to play games.. gives ppl the outside chance of having some one in thier life but just zap !!!!!!! takes them away in a giffy..&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. he let's u smell the cake till when u realize u not gonna get ur hands on them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who think i am talking abt receipes , this is the game of love !!..&lt;br /&gt;as a third person.. and from what i've seen.. and with no intensions to start a controversial topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls are the one's , who i have seen most of the time.. do this !&lt;br /&gt;it's like they are stones.. they can switch guys like superfast.. and they really dont feel bad abt the big time ditching..big time heart burning..and then.. of the best parts !! sympathy giving !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y is it that after a brk up.. on 9/10 cases that the girl gets another guy faster.. and waaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy lot easier than the guy get's a girl..??!!..&lt;br /&gt;that's the law.. can't do a thing abt the genetics in them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when there's ever a chance that the girl is single.. so is the guy ( on most cases.. ) he might have the outside chance to help her..get back as buddies atleast.. and at times..she might even approach him for help... but man !!!.. she's with a guy by then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't smell the cake and eat it too..&lt;br /&gt;there isn't a concept like outside chance i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the games God plays with most ppl.. giving them hope.. after ppl go thru the brk up..&lt;br /&gt;and man !!..is love so cheap these days.. that ppl switch so fast..&lt;br /&gt;brk up's are the most common things around..&lt;br /&gt;i could go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;but just think abt it ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y does this happ to guys only !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733836-110410765221310651?l=vinsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110410765221310651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9733836&amp;postID=110410765221310651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110410765221310651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110410765221310651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/gods-good-man-big-time.html' title='God&apos;s good man ! Big time !'/><author><name>Vinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912224637299728179</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-9733836.post-110370140881806394</id><published>2004-12-21T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:43:28.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like i said...</title><content type='html'>ya.. so i got this mail last week.. this 20-something mail.. its pretty famous mail.. circulated a lot.. i got it twice myself.. nice funda mail.. as it said.. all abt the confused state of mind..&lt;br /&gt;quater life crisis it seems...&lt;br /&gt;i'm pasting that mail below just for ppl who havent had a look at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter-Life Crisis&lt;br /&gt;            Maybe we all r going through this "Being Twenty-Something".&lt;br /&gt;            They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. If u feel like sharing this with your friends then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Send it to your friends.... maybe it will help them feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion..... &lt;b&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;/b&gt;!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.is it just me or is this just too much of an big time talk.. and over introspective work by someone who has way way too much time !!..&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. i agree that at times we need to sit down.. think abt things.. where we're headed..&lt;br /&gt;but y scare yourself !!.. frankly.. this stuff freaked my out a lil..&lt;br /&gt;maybe this isn't the type of fundas that we need to give the ppl who take each day as it comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty something.. now being in the US and looking at ppl ( importantly americans ) who are in the late 50's and 60's try and think abt a lot to do.. and think that they still have time on their hands..  makes me feel that it's a good time to still be open to stuff.. there's no need to pick a path yet...&lt;br /&gt;use freedom wisely.. and my the time u knw it.. u'll be doing something u love.. and that wud be what i call the 'right age' .. it cud be anything.. early 30's.. or 40's.. it doesn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;when ur in the zone... it will all work out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess ur thinkin what's the point of this funda giving paragraphs above..&lt;br /&gt;so all i'm saying here is that take each day as it comes.. apply chinese philosophy i.e eat all u want. sleep all u want.. spend all u want.. there is tommorow... and moreover.. tommorow will be better !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733836-110370140881806394?l=vinsoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110370140881806394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9733836&amp;postID=110370140881806394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110370140881806394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733836/posts/default/110370140881806394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinsoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/like-i-said.html' title='like i said...'/><author><name>Vinay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00912224637299728179</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>
