<?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-20426404</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:52:02.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its fun to speak ur mind</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog to dump what I feel and what's there in my mind...U are welcome to read that and be me for sometime...(ofcourse at ur own risk!!!!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20426404.post-117297615631325359</id><published>2007-03-03T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T04:09:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old days...</title><content type='html'>When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket ...&lt;br&gt;
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime ...&lt;br&gt;
When we desperately waited for Ramayan, Mahabharat, When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki kahaniyaan were so fulfilling ...&lt;br&gt;
When there was just one tv in every five houses and When bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle ...&lt;br&gt;
When Holis &amp; Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them &lt;br&gt;
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes ...&lt;br&gt;
When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis ..&lt;br&gt;
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us ...&lt;br&gt;
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...&lt;br&gt;
When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or
even fair work ...&lt;br&gt;
When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged against 'reynolds and family' ...&lt;br&gt;
When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making 'kaagaj ki kishtis' ...&lt;br&gt;
When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening ...&lt;br&gt;
When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home &lt;br&gt;
When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding 'ice-cream and papa' type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing ... &lt;br&gt;
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents &lt;br&gt;
When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like'thinking' and 'deciding'&lt;br&gt;
When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerily ... &lt;br&gt;
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future &lt;br&gt;
When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak &lt;br&gt;
When sharing worries and happiness didn't mean getting vulnerable to the listener ... &lt;br&gt;
When blacks and whites were the favorite colors instead of greys ... &lt;br&gt;
When journeys also were important and not just the destinations &lt;br&gt;
When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the scenaries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some superfast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows... &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
....sachi kya din hote tha woh.....jab hum 8 baje se Chitrahar ka wait karte
tha har wednesday ko...aur in betweeen..."Rukawat ka liya khed hai" :sorry
for the interruption aajata tha to kitna gussa aata tha,.....
woh time jab hum Chacha Chuadhri aur Raka ki mutbhar pada karte tha, pinky
and billo, mama bhanja, motu patlo......chunni chachi...waow man ....kya din
tha woh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I think that was the real bachpan which we enjoyed.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Machhali Jal ki Rani hai &lt;br&gt;
Jeewan uska paani hai &lt;br&gt;
hath lagao darr jayegi &lt;br&gt;
bahar nikalo mar jayegi... &lt;br&gt;

 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Posham pa bhai posham pa &lt;br&gt;
sau(100) rupay ki ghadi churayi &lt;br&gt;
ab to jail mein jana padega &lt;br&gt;
jail ki roti khana padega &lt;br&gt;
jail ka pani peena padega &lt;br&gt;
thayi thuiya thush &lt;br&gt;
madari baba fushhhhhh.... &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Jhooth bolna paap hai &lt;br&gt;
nadi kinare saanp hai &lt;br&gt;
kali mai aayegi &lt;br&gt;
tumko utha le jayegi... &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;

jhooth bolna paap hai &lt;br&gt;
nadi kinare saanp hai &lt;br&gt;
vahi tumhara baap hai &lt;br&gt;
hahahhahhaha &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;

aaj somvar hai, &lt;br&gt;
chuhe ko bukhar hai &lt;br&gt;
chuha gaya doctor ke pass &lt;br&gt;
doctor ne lagayi sui &lt;br&gt;
chula bola ooooiiiii &lt;br&gt;

 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
aalu-kachalu beta kaha gaye the &lt;br&gt;
bandar ki jhopdi mein so rahe the &lt;br&gt;
bandar ne laat maari ro rahe the &lt;br&gt;
mummy ne paise diye has rahe the &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;

titlee udi,bus mein chadi &lt;br&gt;
seet na mili ,to rone lagi &lt;br&gt;
driver bola aaja mere pass &lt;br&gt;
titlee boli "hat badmash" &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;

chanda mama door ke &lt;br&gt;
puye pakaye bhoor ke &lt;br&gt;
aap khaye thali mein &lt;br&gt;
munne ko de pyali mein &lt;br&gt;

 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Maanavta ke man-mandir mein, gyaan ka deep jala do &lt;br&gt;
Karunanidhaan Bhagwaan mere Bhaarat ko swarg bana do &lt;br&gt;
Dukh daridrata ka naash karo, &lt;br&gt;
Maanav ke kasht mita do &lt;br&gt;
Amrit ki varsha barsakar &lt;br&gt;
Bhookh ki aag bujha do. &lt;br&gt;
He Kuber Bhandari, jag mein dhaan ke dher laga do &lt;br&gt;
Karunanidhaan Bhagwan mere Bhaarat ko swarg bana do. &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
akkad bakkad bumbe bol &lt;br&gt;
80-90 pure 100 &lt;br&gt;
100 mein laga dhaga &lt;br&gt; 
chor nikal ke bhaga... &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
raja ki raani soti thi &lt;br&gt;
moti ki maala boti thi.... &lt;br&gt;

 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
chadrakanta ki kahani &lt;br&gt;
ye maana hai purani &lt;br&gt;
ye purani ho kar bhi &lt;br&gt;
badi lagti hai suhaani &lt;br&gt;
naugarh vijaygarh main thi takrar &lt;br&gt;
naugarh ka tha jo raajkumar &lt;br&gt;
chandrakanta se karta tha pyar &lt;br&gt;
chandrakanta se karta tha pyar... &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;

budhe baba budhde baba &lt;br&gt;
kahan jaa rahe ho &lt;br&gt;
NADEE KINAARE &lt;br&gt;
nadeee to ye rahi(pointing to the circle) &lt;br&gt;
CHHOTI SI HAI &lt;br&gt;
1 paisa daalo badi ho jaayegi &lt;br&gt;
(baba 1 paisa daalta hai) &lt;br&gt;
AB BHI CHHOTI HAI &lt;br&gt;
1 paisa daalo aur badhi ho jaayegi &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;

meri roti kisne khai &lt;br&gt;
bhalu ne &lt;br&gt;
bhalu to mere saath tha &lt;br&gt;
haathi ne &lt;br&gt;
haathi to mere saath tha &lt;br&gt;
sher ne &lt;br&gt;
sher bhi mere saath tha &lt;br&gt;
hum ne.............. &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
----------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br&gt;
When being smart meant being more helpful and intelligent rather than making other fool for going forward pushing others backward. &lt;br&gt;
In short..we are getting selfish..now we are so busy in making our life that we are not enjoying it at all...its like we are in rush to get a goal..but our attention is more on path rather than the goal! We are too aggressive to reach the destination that we are not enjoying the journey! I have posted this so that we dont forget that life is possible even without mobile phones, internet and sci phi things, what matters is how happy we can make others !! &lt;br&gt;
So never miss a opportunity to enjoy...to have a talk with old frens.. to remember how simple life can be! &lt;br&gt;
Enjoy! &lt;br&gt;

(Thanks to Pradeep Singh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-117297615631325359?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/117297615631325359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=117297615631325359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/117297615631325359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/117297615631325359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-old-days.html' title='Good old days...'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20426404.post-116029106230842088</id><published>2006-10-07T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:00:27.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was free.. so wrote this to kill time :P</title><content type='html'>Its been loooooooooong time since I posted my last message here... the last msg was nothing but just random 'screenshots' (as i prefer to call it, u may choose otherwise) of my mind.
Well life has moved a lot ahead since then, many times shattered to dust and rising back to glory every time... home visit after not so long though but being with family is always welcome.
As I write this, now I am thinking why am I writing this and what should I write further, if at all I do? Why in life it happens a lot many times tht we all start something and when we reach a point from where there is no turning back, at that very moment only circumstances force us to think as to why we are doing this and it would have been better had we not started this at all... And you feel like dropping out of it, but my dear friend life then will never be that granting and you realize that you must go on ..  like it or not.. u enjoy it or not.. u want it or not.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUT the show must go on!!!&lt;/span&gt; 
I will put an abrupt and unconnected, irrelevent closure to this post .. dont know why, dont kno kyon.. but aise hi...
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Woh afsana jise anjaam tak, lana na ho mumkin.. use ek khoobsoorat mod dekar chodna accha..........."
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-116029106230842088?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/116029106230842088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=116029106230842088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/116029106230842088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/116029106230842088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2006/10/was-free-so-wrote-this-to-kill-time-p.html' title='Was free.. so wrote this to kill time :P'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20426404.post-115348964889654441</id><published>2006-07-21T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:43:23.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Screenshots' of my mind....</title><content type='html'>Just scrapping some of the various thoughts that pass my mind every now and then... these are not structured... are just 'screenshots' of my mind space.... might not even make sense to you... but that's what actual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;... coarse... raw... vast.... an uncharted territory&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There was a void
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;there was silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But now the stones have turned,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the music have begun,&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;frames have changed.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Trumpet has been heard...&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Acquaintances are no more there,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strangers and more strangers everywhere&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have suddenly got the power,&lt;br&gt;

Have suddenly got the energy..... the courage ... the will,
&lt;br&gt;
to say it all.... to say what I feel.
&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Is this a play or a drama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;am I supposed to silenlty watch or to obediently act,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Da Vinci code must have been easier to crack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Searching for answers, searching for way,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;with darkness and ignorance adding to the 'play'
&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Superb actor, marvellous performer,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;never get cought, what a thief....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;lie, steal, they are brutal... a kill bill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tell them to stop.... make them feel the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sitting they are far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;leaving others to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if they are not made to realize this now&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tomorrow you will want to do, but will not know how..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Its a mammoth, which is in cocoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Kill it before it becomes frankenstein.. a tycoon.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; .........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-115348964889654441?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/115348964889654441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=115348964889654441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/115348964889654441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/115348964889654441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2006/07/screenshots-of-my-mind.html' title='&apos;Screenshots&apos; of my mind....'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20426404.post-115348755748211377</id><published>2006-07-21T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T03:20:55.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Following is a creation of a good friend of mine... Parthajeet.. better known as phoenix... A though provoking work...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/1600/the%20fall%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/400/the%20fall%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-115348755748211377?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/115348755748211377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=115348755748211377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/115348755748211377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/115348755748211377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2006/07/fall.html' title='The Fall.....'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20426404.post-115165870433086470</id><published>2006-06-30T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T02:11:44.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The man in the glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/1600/man%20in%20the%20mirror%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/400/man%20in%20the%20mirror%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-115165870433086470?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/115165870433086470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=115165870433086470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/115165870433086470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/115165870433086470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2006/06/man-in-glass.html' title='The man in the 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Rocket Science is SIMPLE… Its Human Emotions that are COMPLEX.

When I first heard these lines, I just could not stop my laughter. I just could not believe these lines and said what a stupid prof. is standing in front of me and then telling me that Rocket science is similr. (At hindsight, now I feel, how STUPID was I …)
These were the lines of IC( Prof Indranil Chokraborty), our OB III professor. And then as Prof IC rightly gave the example of a Bicycle and Space craft I was simply mesmerized and at the same time realized the nadir of my ignorance and stupidity to laugh at the statement. You also consider this, then evaluate which one is more complex :

You are a scientist at NASA, programming for the soon to be launched spacecraft to the Red planet, The Mars. Now in this case you can exactly predict the trajectory of the space craft and the exact location of the craft at any point of time in future. This is possible even before the space craft is launched into the space. So basically, the motion and movements of the craft are 100% predictable.

Now picture this, you are helping your 6 yrs old niece to ride a bicycle. You of course are God and someone who possess some supernatural powers that you can ride a strange vehicle like a BICYCLE. Anyways, here in this case, you are now teaching your niece, and while she is driving you just cannot predict what she’s gonna do next or what her “heuristic” would make her do next. So it’s something not in your control nor that you can predict it with any certainty.

So you tell what’s more complex, Rocket science or Humans and their emotions.

Taking the thoughts a bit forward, we can find it very difficult to maintain ourselves when occasionally some snags creep up in our relationships. You have a fight with your Girlfriend/boyfriend and you just cannot concentrate on anything else in this world. You want to propose to a girl/boy whom you like very much and your digestion goes for a toss, your heart beat runs like Rajdhani express and you breath in a way that even PT Usha would not after running a marathon. What’s all this?? Why all these unusual behaviors?? And now imagine you giveup your food because your computer’s hard-disk just crashed, or your bike’s engine require an overhaul. Feel like laughing after reading these… don’t stop yourself but once you are finished with laughing just think for a while that what is more complex.

I thank IC for awakening me to this reality and now I will be very careful while helping my niece to learn to ride a bicycle. And before I close this, I would like to tell you all that now I seriously wish that I was a rocket Scientist. Atleast my life would have had some things that were SIMPLER!!!!.

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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tree&lt;/u&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;People call me "Tree".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U. There is one girl who I love a lot but never dared to go after. She didn't have a pretty face, good figure or an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her was that I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me. I was also afraid that after we were together all the feelings would vanish. I was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her.
I felt that if she were my girl, she'd be mine ultimately &amp; I didn't have to give up eve rything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years.She was a good actor, and me a demanding director. When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled &amp;amp; said, "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I did not want to know what caused her to cry. Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something &amp; watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so. My fourth girlfriend did not like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she is not the type that will start the quarrel. However, I still sided my girlfriend. I shouted at her &amp;amp; ignored her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she was laughing &amp; joking with me like nothing happened. I know she was hurt but she did not know deep down inside I was hurt too.When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that day, I told her I had something to tell her. I told her about my break up. Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her getting together. I knew who the person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the School. I did not show her my heartache, just smiles &amp;amp; best wishes. Once I reached home, I could not breathe. Tears rolled &amp; I broke down. How many times have I seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge her presence?During graduation, I read a SMS in my hp. It said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leaf&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;: People call me Leaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind. However, when he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my happiness. But after a month, he got together with another girl.I liked him &amp;amp; I know he liked me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he loves me why he didn't he make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. After some time, I began to suspect that this was one-sided love. If he didn't like me, why did he treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a girl, to ask him. Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me. Because of this, I waited for him. Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting. The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me. Everyday he pursues me. He's like the cool &amp; gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree. In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land. Finally, leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled &amp;amp; didn't ask me to stay. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or cause Tree didn't ask her to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wind
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because I like a girl called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree, so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I was transferred to this new school. I saw a petite person look ing at my seniors &amp; me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him. When he talks with girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like, she likes to look at him.
One day, she didn't appear. I felt something missing. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note &amp;amp; gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp; accepts the note. The next day, she appeared &amp;amp; passes me a note and left.It read, "Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away."
"It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree." I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me &amp; accept my presents &amp;amp; phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know, she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked, "What are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I could n't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp;amp; press her doorbell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In love, we win very rarely, but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself.There comes a time when we stop loving someone, not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out that, they'd be happier if we let go....Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss?This is because THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN THE WORLD ARE UNSEEN.There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind, but keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world. It's the beginning of a new life. Happiness lies for those who cry those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched our lives.A great love? It's when you shed tears and still you care for them, it's when they ignore you and still you long for them. It's when they begin to love another and yet you smile and say, "I'm happy for you." If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly again. Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never have to die with it.The strongest people are not those who always win but those who stand back up when they fall. Somehow, along the course of life, you learn about yourself and realize that there should never be regrets, only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you've made.Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on.It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that's available.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's best to wait for the right one because life is too short to waste on just someone.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: This is not my own story..this was forwarded to me by a friend of mine... jus thoght of sharing this with you... printed with(out) permission of the author... copyrights reserved with the author... I just infringed it.. :-) &lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-113674698107495125?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/113674698107495125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=113674698107495125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/113674698107495125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/113674698107495125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2006/01/leafs-departure.html' title='Leaf&apos;s departure........'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20426404.post-113657202214667564</id><published>2006-01-06T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T10:27:02.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/1600/who%20am%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/320/who%20am%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-113657202214667564?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/113657202214667564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=113657202214667564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/113657202214667564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/113657202214667564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-am-i_06.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20426404.post-113623124446754855</id><published>2006-01-02T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T06:36:12.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse of the year to come.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/1600/Puri%202006-01-01%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/320/Puri%202006-01-01%20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a child, my mom used to tell me that you can get a glimpse of your year ahead by looking at what happened to you on the first day of the year. So you hit a jackpot and win lottery on the first day of year, you can go around buying lottery tickets whole through the year and you shall win all of them....(&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what an easy way to get rich!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I don't know about the validity of this but, if this is true then my year to come will be full of Parties, outings, picnics and traveling (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;eating chicken too!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and also lots of dance (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with a few steps with pretty girls too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :-).

My first day of the year 2006 started at 00:00hrs with the New Year Cake cutting ceremony in my college (XIMB), followed by 4 hours of non-stop dancing at JLT (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's how we call dance parties at our campus. Just Like That!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). The party was exciting and stimulating as ever. But this party was also a bit different from its predecessors, as this time I had the opportunity to dance with some pretty girls also.

As if this was not enough for me to have for the year to come, we packed our bags and left for picnic at 5 AM without wasting any time after the JLT. We were a group of 32 friends….all guys…who went for the trip. I experienced “sardi” in Orissa for the first time. Fog on the road and the “smoke” from my mouth was an indication enough that winters have finally arrived in Bhubaneswar. The journey of over 40 KM was covered with ease in a cozy bus. After spending 15-20 minutes at ChandraBhaga beach in Konark, we moved to Ram Chandi, a place where we were to spend one of the most memorable days of my life. We played volley ball on the beach and then in sea water. Also I caught up with some sleep on the beach under the sun. The “Sun-bath” was quite refreshing but “Blackning” also. The cook was ready with food (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;chicken, biryani, raita, paneer etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Food was gr8, infact better than our mess preparation. We all enjoyed the lunch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(probably because we all were very hungry!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

Next duty was to attend to the call of God. He called us to his abode, Jaggan-Nath Temple in Puri. The rush there was maddening but the devotion of the people was inspiring. So the year that has started with the blessings of Lord Jaggan-Nath, hope it goes well till its last day.

So friends, my year is all packed with all fun, parties, sun baths, travelling, lot of enjoyment. So I shall look forward to &lt;strong&gt;A P n P&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;all play and no padai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) in the year to come.

Enugh about me and my new year. You tell what do new year have in store for you??? Have you got a glimpse of your new year yet??

Enjoy and Happy New year. May all your dreams come true in this year... Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-113623124446754855?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/113623124446754855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=113623124446754855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/113623124446754855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/113623124446754855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2006/01/glimpse-of-year-to-come.html' title='A glimpse of the year to come.....'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20426404.post-113621141847321415</id><published>2006-01-02T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T06:49:35.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blogging experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/1600/it"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/2046/320/it%27s%20me.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This new year is quite different from my previous new year eves. The difference lies in my way of expressing my feelings, expressing my mind. I always kept looking for vents for my feelings, someone to share my feeling with. The new year gave me one efficent way to do that. 2nd Jan 2006, I started with a blog, a space on world share, a space which I can call 'mine'. Lets see if I can continue with this new endavour of mine or this also meets the fate of New Year Resolutions [&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1000s of which I have made but not followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;-)]... Anyways, I feel that this blog have a promising future and a never-ending life.....coz i know it' s"&lt;strong&gt;fun2speak&lt;/strong&gt;"......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20426404-113621141847321415?l=fun2speak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/feeds/113621141847321415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20426404&amp;postID=113621141847321415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/113621141847321415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20426404/posts/default/113621141847321415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fun2speak.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-blogging-experience.html' title='My first blogging experience'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17330194043923710099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/253/9263/400/my%20solo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
