<?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-1355535105139018132</id><updated>2011-07-30T06:47:04.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omveer in manipal</title><subtitle type='html'>“You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you spent hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-3308238222367254840</id><published>2010-09-03T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:26:06.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after College</title><content type='html'>Life is totally on a roll nowadays. I can't just imagine its almost one year from the time when I came to Bangalore and started looking for the job. The time seems to be flying like anything with lots of turns and twists.Soon I will be finishing my one year in corporate world and the journey till now was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got some really good colleagues which one fresher always looks for and the places around Coimbatore also add some freshness on the weekends.Also learning the German Language and then working with German Counterpart is something new and exciting. Its a great experience to know how much differences are there in the Life Style and the working culture.It feels pretty nice when your counterpart encourages you to leave early and not to work on weekends. Once when my German colleague was in India, I just asked him his view on the working style and it was really embarrassing to hear from him that we guys in India waste a lot of time in office hours and then work late night to complete the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after some one and half years, I took cricket ball in my hand and it was like my body was totally jammed after only one over which I bowled.I used to be very good athlete and seriously I feel like start doing some sort of physical exercise. I think I should start listening to people who are always encouraging me to do some physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss manipal and my friends a lot, always people find so interesting when I tell the things which I did in manipal. There will always some small sessions going on in office where I will be telling them something about manipal and my college life.Anyhow they end up saying me as Lafanga Parinda in the end.Just for information Lafanga Parinda is the recent word which I have taught to my Kerala colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough of from my side.I am just hoping for a very relaxing weekend ahead with some really nice North Indian food.Oh I forgot to tell you, South Indian food is still something to which I am not able to adjust with.Hope my taste also changes soon and I also start enjoying food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tschuss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-3308238222367254840?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/3308238222367254840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=3308238222367254840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3308238222367254840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3308238222367254840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-after-college.html' title='Life after College'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-752670904399214119</id><published>2010-04-07T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:41:25.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office!!!</title><content type='html'>So the phase has come in my life too when you don't even realize how the week passes by.My work in office has ramped up significantly in last few weeks.One observation which I have made is your mood after office totally depends on how you have accomplished your tasks in Office.For instance today I was in office for 12hrs but still i am feeling so fresh and writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do feel why don't we have all these companies in North India too so that I can also stay with my family and work. I don't think I will ever get such an opportunity.Actually there are so many keralites in my team and when I see them rushing from office on Friday I too get this feeling of going home on every weekend.Any how there is no use in thinking all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week it was Jayant's and Anubhav's Birthday. Since we are at different places now, 12 o clock birthday bumps are replaced by just a 5 min Birthday wishes on phone.By the way APS was lucky as he visited them, I somehow couldn't plan due to some urgent tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this post is getting boring as there is no beer party or any happening thing going on to discuss.The only interesting thing going on is that I am learning German language nowadays.Its better I finish up now and when I sign in for next time I will make sure that I have something to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-752670904399214119?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/752670904399214119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=752670904399214119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/752670904399214119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/752670904399214119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2010/04/office.html' title='Office!!!'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-8765794486691431147</id><published>2010-03-06T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:55:01.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omveer in (Manipal -----&gt; Coimbatore)</title><content type='html'>So here comes my first post after coming to Coimbatore.Now as the blog name "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;omveer in manipal&lt;/span&gt;" doesn't make much sense but still don't feel like changing it.I will keep it in this way,Earlier this name used to signify physical presence of Omveer in manipal but now it will signify mental presence of him in manipal. Some part of Omveer still thinks of the days he had in manipal all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was asked in interview "are you fine in working in Coimbatore", I gave very nice explanations like I am staying away from home since class 8th and very adjustable to any place or environment and blah blah blah,but seriously its not very easy. I am still struggling when it comes interacting with local people as Tamilnadu is too much into Tamil language but one thing I would really appreciate is the friendly nature of people here.Food is the other problem, here people have same menu for breakfast, lunch and dinner i.e Idly and Dosa, the only thing changes is chutney. So some days back I decided to cook on my own and hopefully will continue it with some more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing when it comes to new place is friends.And I am very happy to have very good friends here who are always happy to help me when it comes to talking with someone in Tamil.Its really nice to have friends coming from different cultures,then only you wonder how big our country is.Even in office, the atmosphere is so friendly.For any kind of my doubt there will be many people always ready to clear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing which is helping me preoccupied with my initial days here in Coimbatore is German Language Training.Everyday in office I have two and half hours of German Language Training, which is a real opportunity to know about German culture along with loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was all from me. Don't have much to write as omveer is no more in manipal but still he is in process of figuring out the ways to make his life atleast 50 percent as exciting as it was in manipal. I will surely get back to you once the goal is achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Omveer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-8765794486691431147?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/8765794486691431147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=8765794486691431147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8765794486691431147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8765794486691431147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2010/03/omveer-in-manipal-coimbatore.html' title='omveer in (Manipal -----&gt; Coimbatore)'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-5278264564822853451</id><published>2009-11-24T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:06:54.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good..</title><content type='html'>Things are going so well, enjoying every moment of it and just feel like this time never passes by.Actually it is something what we call "Dreams coming true" and getting into Bosch was exactly the "Dream coming true" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been three weeks in Bosch and soon I will be getting my first salary.I always use to plan for this money but with just one week left I am still not sure what to do with that.My family members and Yashi comes to my mind as soon as I think of doing something with that money.Since I am in Bangalore, my family is not with me but am happy to have Yashi with me.Oh how can I forgot to mention Liverpool accessories,things which I always wanted to buy as soon as I start earning on my own. I have lined up everything in mind starting from Liverpool Tshirt, Jacket to Mug and key chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from Manipal always made me realize that I am from some special place not like a regular engineering college. And this is not because of the education standards but it has more to do with the enjoying part of life so that's bit sad part of it. One day a trainer of ours said "The manipal campus is so beautiful and its more like a resort as beach is just some 3 kms from the place" also today one of friend Dikshit said "what omveer you are from manipal and you don't even smoke".Any how I am always there to start up an open discussion about the good education standards too in Manipal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed in all these days in Bosch is that inspite of being in Karnataka from last 4 years I never allowed myself to get into the culture of Karnataka. Oh it seems I am little too harsh on myself in last sentence, its not being allowing myself its because it was not required.When I was in manipal,whenever I wanted to talk, there were always people who know Hindi and as when ever I need north Indian food there was always Rajasthani mess.All I am telling this is because I am going through this transformation now. All I am surrounded by now are people from Andhara, Kerala and Tamilnadu, Initially I felt bit of out of place but now I really enjoy their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one thing which is bothering me so much nowadays is Liverpool's current form.Just one win in last 9 matches and even in champions league their chances of moving to next round seems to be very less as its not just Liverpool performing well in remaining matches but also Lyon beating Florentia.Any how I still respect for the history these guys are carrying with themselves. Its just about getting a win and things can get back on to the track anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all from my side as per now.Its Liverpool match just in 15 minutes and I have to get into match preparation (wearing my Liverpool Tshirt as it has got a record of never seeing a loss).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-5278264564822853451?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/5278264564822853451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=5278264564822853451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5278264564822853451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5278264564822853451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good..'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-3198371181156333309</id><published>2009-11-14T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:03:06.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles all around...</title><content type='html'>Something very special happened with me few days back and it was like dream coming true.I got selected in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robert Bosch Engineering and Business solutions&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Associate Software Engineer&lt;/span&gt;.Now I am strong believer of the saying "God have a special plan for everyone" and Bosch was the special plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;November 5th was my joining date and I was pretty excited for my first day in Corporate life.Nowadays we are having a training program which will be of 2 months and then I will be getting my desk. These starting days are really turning out to be memorable and wonderful. Its all about interacting with different people and knowing them.Most of time we are involved in activities which finally gives us an understanding for working in team with full commitment and passion.Its really very surprising to see that just in some 10 days, we all feel so much comfortable with each other and have a very friendly environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-3198371181156333309?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/3198371181156333309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=3198371181156333309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3198371181156333309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3198371181156333309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2009/11/smiles-all-around.html' title='smiles all around...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-8753540166753700201</id><published>2009-10-01T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:24:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi...I am still alive!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for so long to write the last post for this blog.My idea was to write the last one after getting into a new life but frankly speaking things are not so clear right now and still there will be some time before you see that last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My so called project semester i.e the last semester was over in May 2009 but my final goodbye to manipal was on July 10Th as I had to complete one project in Manipal Dot Net.When I left manipal I was in pretty good situation as I thought I was very good in NTPC interview and also I was expecting something positive from University of Leicester application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst wait I have ever experienced was waiting for NTPC result. It was expected to come in first week of August but it was declared on Sept 3rd. Since that day the so called upside down started. All a sudden, the doors which I was expecting to welcome me were closed.I couldn't clear the NTPC interview, University of Leicester sent me long mail making me understand that there is some visa problem with this Blended Course and the person whom I thought as Guru in all these four years made me realised I am coming back to him just because I failed everywhere else. I still have the same respect for him as his words gave me strength to move on and broadened my horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having two job offers from college you cant really expect such a situation I am into.I came to Bangalore and will be so thankful to four people through out my life for helping me in this time. Right now I am looking for some opportunities so that It will enhance my technical skills till I get my joining. Till now there is no success but as my Dad use to say "&lt;em&gt;you never know, it might be on its way to you&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Smiling&lt;br /&gt;Omveer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-8753540166753700201?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/8753540166753700201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=8753540166753700201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8753540166753700201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8753540166753700201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2009/10/hii-am-still-alive.html' title='Hi...I am still alive!!'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-2421915908558340308</id><published>2009-04-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:05:20.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Some days back one of my friend while chatting said "you are having a very good last semester", "yes it is" I replied. I have already started my fourth project in Manipal Dot Net. It all started with correcting the Images coming from a Fish Eye lenses and now We are not only able to correct the images but can also Stitch Two and Three images from Fish Eye lenses and produce a Streaming Panoramic View.The journey at Manipal Dot Net has been very exciting till now. There has been some tense moments but that's part of life.Now my probably last project is to stitch Four images coming from the Fish Eye lenses and I am working hard to get it working before I finally leave Manipal.Since sufficient work has been completed we presented our paper in one more national level conference and bagged 1st prize yet again. So this was all from my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool had a tough exit in Champions league and even with Arsenal in EPL they played draw, hence making things more difficult to fulfill the dream of coming on top in English Premier league.I just hope Arsenal play the same way with Man United as they played with Liverpool, I too hope some resistance coming up from Man City against Man United. These two matches can change the equations and help Liverpool come at top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw the date on my Comp and it said 1st May, that quickly reminded me that Aps and Anubhav are gonna leave in some 20 days to home.This is not the usual holiday break this time, but they will be leaving Manipal forever.It will be tough leaving the people you were together for all four years, but that's how life goes.I am feeling like enjoying these 20 days to the fullest with these guys, don't know when we will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was how life moving at my end and I will be quite busy through out this month with the project and meeting many of my friends as they all are coming for their final presentation. Oh I totally forgot to mention, even I have got my final presentation on 21st May.&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-2421915908558340308?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/2421915908558340308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=2421915908558340308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/2421915908558340308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/2421915908558340308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-4943937516537090737</id><published>2009-04-05T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:00:38.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>The life is pretty smooth these day with lots of good memories.First time in four years We(me Ashish and Rama)presented a  paper on the work we are doing in Manipal Dot Net and bagged first prize.By the way prize money disappointed us but still getting the first prize raised our confidence for upcoming conferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool is doing so well from past few weeks, the other reason for my happiness.Eleven goals in 3 matches that's great, the thrashing of Man United(4-1) in Old Trafford was one of the amazing moments in the history of Liverpool football club.The yesterday's match against Fulham was awesome, the ball just kept on hitting the wood until Yossi Benayoun made a lightening strike into the nets in 92nd minute. I think first time ever I jumped and punched the air in all my years of watching a football match.Its a great going for the English Premier League and I hope Steevan Gerrard will be lifting up the cup.Also I got Jamie Carragher's autobiography, I am just looking to make some time to read about one of the best defender in world's football. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back Sagar made a visit to Manipal (he is doing his Internship in Hyderabad), those two days which we spent with him was just like refreshing all the old memories when we all were together.We( me Aps and Anubhav) made special arrangements(mentioning might raise some of eyebrows so have to avoid them) for him.We all missed Jayant though as he couldn't make up the plan due to his Chess tournament in Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also nowadays I am appearing so many PSU's exams. It's really tiring to go to Bangalore in every two weeks or so. Results are yet to come so fingers crossed till then. There are very few seats in these exams so its very difficult to even say how my exam went.As college is about to over, the joining dates always keeps on disturbing your brain cells,Everyday I check my placement community hoping for the Jindal's joining but no luck till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned everything so why not about Yashi. Had some very furious fight with her in past few weeks but we both didn't took more that two hours in resolving them.After every fight, I felt my love for her has increased a lot and also realized how much important she is in my life. Its testing time for both of us and we both feel our love is getting more matured by every second we are spending with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all about from my side. After posting any new post every time I feel that I will be regular(my definition of regular is 1 post per month) but that's really not happening, may be because I don't have much to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-4943937516537090737?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/4943937516537090737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=4943937516537090737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/4943937516537090737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/4943937516537090737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-4707575882214381441</id><published>2009-01-31T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:34:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad I am...</title><content type='html'>The final semester of my college life has started. As per our college rules it's a project semester(that means no exams), I am doing my final year project in MDN. All these three years we use to feel we will enjoy a lot in the final semester but its getting worse for me. &lt;br /&gt;For me its getting so hectic, I have started waiting for the week ends.Its like I go to the company at 10 and its usually gets 10 when I come back. Now Aps and Anubhav has also stopped asking me about the dinner.Its sometimes frustrating too as I am feeling today from evening. After coming from home I planned to give some time for preparing for the Off campus but when I come back to room from MDN I feel so tired that I dont even dare to see those books.Every night I say to myself that I will start it tomorrow and that tomorrow is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;Even these days whenever I get call from parents or friends I am struck with some work so couldn't even talk to them nicely.I am afraid Is this way life gonna be after six months when I join my company or it be more worse.Lets see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;For now Its Sunday tomorrow so want to have a real break and I hope I will be with full of energy by monday.&lt;br /&gt;Bbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-4707575882214381441?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/4707575882214381441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=4707575882214381441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/4707575882214381441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/4707575882214381441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad-i-am.html' title='sad I am...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-1777520092494288958</id><published>2008-11-05T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:08:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/SRrVX9He1LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FBc2jyJ3Ah8/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/SRrVX9He1LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FBc2jyJ3Ah8/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267757321682867378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one thing which happened for the first time in my life.I never had been into farewell celebrations(being in kota for 12th class where you don't even attend a single class so how can you expect farewell).The last two days were all about photo shoots and farewell party.Now I realized that the four years stay of mine in Manipal is to its end.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was our photo shoot,where you can find every guy in formals and girls in Saari.After seeing girls the first thing came to my mind was Are these the same girls with whoom I studied for four years,everyone of them was looking so pretty.Then the endless session of photo shoot started.You just keep on getting into some group or other and get your photo clicked.The groups itself were so funny like back benches group,lab partners group, five six seven pointers group and the funniest was TCS rejected group. It was great fun all together but how a photo shoot can end up without booze. Thanks to our batch mate Anna who is also DJ in the famous disco "purple ace"  who arranged a grand party for all of us there.Then started a party which was the last of its kind,everyone was busy dancing,drinking but there was always a sad part of having it for the last time.Everyone knew the fact that everyone will going to different directions after the college and might just have a "HI,Whats up" like meetings on orkut or g talk. &lt;br /&gt;Then today it was ALVIDA 05-09 farewell party by our juniors,it was bit formal with teachers giving the last piece of advice.Listening all of them was like just having a some kind of video streaming of the time attending their classes in my brain cells.It was a cultural program accomplished by dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I started writing this post a lot of things started coming to my mind right from the first day of my college till today.The journey so far in manipal is one of the greatest thing happened in my life.This place gave me so many wonderful memories which I surely gonna cherish through out my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-1777520092494288958?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/1777520092494288958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=1777520092494288958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/1777520092494288958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/1777520092494288958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2008/11/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/SRrVX9He1LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FBc2jyJ3Ah8/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-3171240258503187798</id><published>2008-10-10T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:51:28.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/SO959YiGUwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7Ur5bruYew4/s1600-h/o_ConfusedChallenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/SO959YiGUwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7Ur5bruYew4/s320/o_ConfusedChallenge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255553385629111042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens so often when people start giving you suggestions and you just standing in middle of all and getting more and more confused.That's what happening with me from last few days.The worst part is that someone come to you and suggest you something, now you are just thinking over it and by the time you get another one which totally contradict with the previous one.Thats how the life is moving nowadays, things are appearing to be quite difficult in the final year.Hope for getting it better in coming days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-3171240258503187798?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/3171240258503187798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=3171240258503187798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3171240258503187798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3171240258503187798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2008/10/testing-times.html' title='Testing times...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/SO959YiGUwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7Ur5bruYew4/s72-c/o_ConfusedChallenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-2532788163489485666</id><published>2008-07-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:09:35.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Seven months</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I have written anything here.The last seven months were so happening for me that a lot can be written and it was my laziness which kept me apart from my blog.Even today I had no plans for any post but suddenly felt to do some justice with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So looking to last seven months many of the things happened me for the first time.First thing to tell you all is that I got my first job.I always dreamed of what type of feeling I will be having when I get my first job. I will never forget the moment when my name was announced and how much relieved I felt,thats different thing that now I am trying hard to get into some core company.&lt;br /&gt;I also got into relationship, thats something which my friends never expected from me.I still remember my friends saying: "Jaat ko pyaar vayar ka kya pata?" Its really great to have someone who is always there to listen to you. I also had a visit to her after coming back from home and really every moment is memorable.This visit was totally different from the one I had last time.This time it was she who came to receive me other than my friend. There is always something unexpected thing waiting for me where ever I land up and this time it was that we had to pay fine as she and my friend didn't took platform ticket. Also got a chance to attend a B'day treat of her three friends, the one thing I liked was the name of the programme "HELP THE NEEDY AND THE GREEDY". It was different kind of party than what we have in manipal and I enjoyed every moment being there, met so many people which I have I never thought of.&lt;br /&gt;Other thing which I experienced for the first time is that I got gpa in seven and thankfully it didn't effected much to my cgpa as I am already in seventh semester of my engineering.&lt;br /&gt;There are still many things left but I will be keeping it for my next posts.Hope you guys enjoyed reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Omveer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-2532788163489485666?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/2532788163489485666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=2532788163489485666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/2532788163489485666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/2532788163489485666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-seven-months.html' title='Last Seven months'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-5758098673846755477</id><published>2007-12-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:53:01.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep moving</title><content type='html'>another ditch in the road&lt;br /&gt;                                you keep moving&lt;br /&gt;                               another stop sign  &lt;br /&gt;                                you keep moving on&lt;br /&gt;                            and the years go by so fast&lt;br /&gt;                          wonder how I ever made it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       another lonely highway in the black of night&lt;br /&gt;                              there's hope in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;                              I know you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               another ditch in the road&lt;br /&gt;                                     keep moving&lt;br /&gt;                                  another stop sign&lt;br /&gt;                                 you keep moving on&lt;br /&gt;                             and the years go by so fast&lt;br /&gt;                            silent fortress built to last&lt;br /&gt;                          wonder how I ever made it through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-5758098673846755477?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/5758098673846755477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=5758098673846755477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5758098673846755477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5758098673846755477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/12/keep-moving.html' title='keep moving'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-1932548567288712387</id><published>2007-11-27T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:31:21.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Times...</title><content type='html'>I am fine.That's what i just replied to one of my friend's message but you know it took me some 10 seconds to write those four alphabates.So without wasting much of your time let me tell you the reason for not being fine: Today my computer's RAM got crashed and that was not of much concern till i came to know that i need to spend Rs 3000 to get the display back on the screen.It was like some electromagnetic transverse wave started making oscillations in my neuron cells.This was not because I never spent Rs 3000 on my own but it was third time in last 3 months that i got into such a mess.What was my first reaction, pack it up.. keep it under the bed so that i don't even see it but then it was like people start rising up providing the relief funds.I got a message from my friend"jaat don't worry you can borrow the money from me and return it by next semester".Believe me it really brings a smile on your face when you see people surrounding in such moments.&lt;br /&gt;The crashing of RAM was like adding another thread to the sequence of events happened with me in last three months.It all started with a loosing a wallet( 500 bucks+two atm cards+license+college id):--&gt;carelessly handling the mobile and finally ending up with keeping the feet on the screen(Rs 2000 for the new one):--&gt;computer's RAM (RS 3000).Also made a so called unofficial trip to meet someone(naa..i wont mention how much it cost me because that i don't feel as a burden.hmmmm..)The thing which is common among all the events is that my parents don't have a slightest idea of all these except the first one.This is the one thing which boost up my confidence and make me feel proud especially for a guy who loves to get high on every weekend.This is what we mean by managing things by your own(so I have started showing signs of a good manager).I know these are bit of testing times for me and i too sometimes feel low but the other moment i start taking it as challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Everyone experiences tough times, it is a measure of your determination and dedication how you deal with them and how you can come through them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards &lt;br /&gt;Omveer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-1932548567288712387?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/1932548567288712387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=1932548567288712387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/1932548567288712387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/1932548567288712387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/11/tough-times.html' title='Tough Times...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-7204687896511260255</id><published>2007-11-08T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:19:11.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RzPRTxkR4JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Kjp0xNvXhZw/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RzPRTxkR4JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Kjp0xNvXhZw/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130674538158350482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all Wishing each one of you a very happy and prosperous Diwali. May this year brings you lots and lots of happiness in life and fulfill all your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Its most probably my first post which I am writing at 8 in morning but don't know why as I got up I was in festive mood.I start thinking what preparations must be going on at home.What maa must be doing?? It's not that i am missing home( which has become a habit now so not a big deal) but still missing those celebrations though.I will really miss the lighting of diyas part.Sweets the another thing I will miss.&lt;br /&gt;You know we had our Diwali celebrations yesterday itself and today we have our regular college(I have two extra classes too). I am still unable to sort out the logic behind giving us holiday a day before Diwali.By the way it hardly matter whether you celebrate it on 8Th or 9Th.Yesterday we had fireworks for an hour or so, it was really beautiful,especially for a person like me who loves to sit and appreciate rather than giving spark to crackers.I am really afraid of all this.Ya i know its bit of kinda shame being a boy but its true.Then we went for dinner,saw the match but it was bit frustrating seeing India loosing.That's enough from me...&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for Diwali and celebrate it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Omveer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-7204687896511260255?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/7204687896511260255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=7204687896511260255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/7204687896511260255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/7204687896511260255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RzPRTxkR4JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Kjp0xNvXhZw/s72-c/IMG_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-4025855204413541834</id><published>2007-10-29T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:45:29.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RyZGUjx5zXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0G8tNGZi9RE/s1600-h/Image(316).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RyZGUjx5zXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0G8tNGZi9RE/s320/Image(316).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126862544823766386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last post of mine went to bit on heavy side.Actually i don't want to philosophize my blog so here i am posting a snap that might bring smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Actually when you get bore of studying but you still have to complete your syllabus you can try out some funny ways.It really helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-4025855204413541834?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/4025855204413541834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=4025855204413541834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/4025855204413541834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/4025855204413541834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RyZGUjx5zXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0G8tNGZi9RE/s72-c/Image(316).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-3859127997329070915</id><published>2007-10-04T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:02:47.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manipal to vellore..</title><content type='html'>The last few days were event full for me.As it is third year of my engineering one thing which was continuously haunting my mind was that i never made a visit to another engineering college.You know when you visit a college you always keep on comparing things what is here and what is there in my college.Na na dont worry am not going to enter the game of comparing things here but i just want to share the state of my mind when i was there.Oh..sorry before keep on writing pages on my state of mind let me tell you that i had a really best weekend when i was there in vellore institute of technology with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was so eager to visit this place that i even bunked my lab class(which happened for the first time in three years).I faced many obstacles but the strong inner self pushed me harder to overcome all these.Money is the biggest concern when you are not earning but when you have friends like i have it never comes into picture.I planned to leave on Friday and got the tickets just 4 hrs before the train departure(thanks to "indian railways tatkal seva").You know its the biggest headache to travel in south when you are alone.The people keep on speaking in typical Malayalam or Kannada and you just keeping on guessing whether they are talking about you or something else.&lt;br /&gt;Reached vellore at 3 in morning and all my tiredness flew away the moment i saw bhupi after about three years of gap.That night we just started to recall our school days and we never felt that it was 7 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Now it was time to explore out things in vellore.On the way to college my eyes were just searching for a nice bar where we can booze in night but it was so frustrating to see all that roadside veg dhaba.The moment i saw Vellore institute of technology it was like i have stepped into a totally new world.One thing which was really frustrating to see was one man checking the id cards and allowing only vitians to enter.Come on.. we people are engineers and we have ways to fool at least this man so whats the need of all these things.Then it was time to see the labs,classes and many other things,Infrastructure was really mind blowing.The thing in which i felt more concerned was gals,was there in food court for an hour.."very few"..that's what i can say.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend introduced me to his friends.This is really intresting part,i would like to share the questions they threw on me..&lt;br /&gt;Yaar manipal..kitni girlfriend hai yaar??&lt;br /&gt;kitne disco,pubs hai yaar??&lt;br /&gt;you dont have in time and all naa so raat ko kya kya masti karte ho yaar..&lt;br /&gt;oye goa kitni baar gaya?? we are planning for goa so do guide us yaar&lt;br /&gt;See not a single guy asked me about my studies and my department, that was really sad part of the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;Then in evening i shown them some of my cricketing skills as we had a cricket match.The campus seemed too happening in the evening.It was really nice to sit near the basketball court and watch chinks playing.&lt;br /&gt;Then in night me and all my friends had a get together and we all shared what changes we had in all these three years.Then it was time to pack up and move back to manipal.I never felt a single second climbing on me,it was like the whole day just passed in a moment.As a whole it was short and sweet trip whose each second will be remembered for my lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-3859127997329070915?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/3859127997329070915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=3859127997329070915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3859127997329070915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dont write well..ha ha ha,but coming to the point they must have realised that my blog revolves around me.I simply love to write about my experiences of life.Its not because i just want to share it with all but its because i will surely love to read this after some years sitting in office.&lt;br /&gt;Actually this third year of my engineering itself is turning out to be special for me.Nowadays i am enjoying everything i do thats really a new experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;Even i am enjoying my studies,i dont know how much i am going to score but surely its just like falling in love with "Thyristors,Cmos.Ttl.."only electrical guys will understand this.&lt;br /&gt;You wont believe a guy who is an introvert is planning a class trip for his class.Actually the very reason for becoming the CR of my class was to come out as an extrovert personality and really i am loving the change.In a sequence of events of last few weeks i also planned to organise events for our technical fest.I searched day and night on google to get some information,contacted many of my friends in different colleges and finally prepared a list of events.Now it was time to present them and finally a meeting was arranged with the officials.They listned all my prospects and when there was their turn to speak they just said "no...we already have these events and omveer you are late too".&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this post a day before my sessionals and surely its not like that i have finished everything.I just took a break to check cricinfo and finally settled writing a post.Enough i guess..see you after exams..hope i do well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-5452240577853725606?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/5452240577853725606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-714400481291381454</id><published>2007-08-20T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:18:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting the feedback..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsnJlp9dLkI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vxkqmc1zvwE/s1600-h/cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsnJlp9dLkI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vxkqmc1zvwE/s320/cartoon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100829701729758786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-714400481291381454?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/714400481291381454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=714400481291381454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/714400481291381454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/714400481291381454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-feedback.html' title='getting the feedback..'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsnJlp9dLkI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vxkqmc1zvwE/s72-c/cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-5832133978068391456</id><published>2007-08-16T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:31:48.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY OFF...thats wat the 15th august is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsUyj59dLjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FpG3i_l9DMc/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsUyj59dLjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FpG3i_l9DMc/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099537745502350898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i got the break which i was looking for so long.The students in my college celebrates the republic day oops....independence day as a sign of full day off.The same was with me,i got up at 10 when i heard sagar yelling "open the door" ,"open the door" the first word came from my side "chup kar bh***** abhi kholta hun"so this was how i began the 60th anniversary of our freedom(Thats wat is freedom of speech).Then he told me that all our floor mates are going to water park,i straight away checked my wallet u wont believe there were just 50 bucks or so.I said NO...Then we had our breakfast but one thing that was continuously revolving through our head was to search ways to hangout as the weather too was awesome.Then we decided to go for CHAK DE.When we called ad labs we couldn't get the ticket,so yet another idea to be dumped.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were back to our rooms but after half an hour APS came rushing to me and asked me to search KUDULU FALLS,it was some 50 kms from our place, we saw the time,it was already 12:30.Finally it was decided to have our day at MALPE beach,just 7kms from our place.Had lots of fun there..ya ya we had fun but yaar there is nothing much which can be written here.I made this post as I just wanted to scribble something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-5832133978068391456?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/5832133978068391456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=5832133978068391456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5832133978068391456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5832133978068391456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-offthats-wat-15th-august-is.html' title='DAY OFF...thats wat the 15th august is...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsUyj59dLjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FpG3i_l9DMc/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-3734274033591887977</id><published>2007-08-14T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:47:32.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing elevates the JOY of living...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsKSkbYSN1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k3M8x_AfQD4/s1600-h/index1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsKSkbYSN1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k3M8x_AfQD4/s320/index1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098798882659383122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU GIVE,YOU GET MUCH MORE,THAN WHEN YOU RECEIVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-3734274033591887977?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/3734274033591887977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=3734274033591887977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3734274033591887977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3734274033591887977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/08/sharing-elevates-joy-of-living.html' title='Sharing elevates the JOY of living...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RsKSkbYSN1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k3M8x_AfQD4/s72-c/index1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-4255519648900589278</id><published>2007-07-11T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:20:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laparvah ladka...</title><content type='html'>These holidays are really turning out to be different for me. Now the chapter also involves:"wallet lost", actually its quite painful to loose your wallet. I was having it from last two years..oh sorry I am not writing this post to advertise the so called pain but the post show you how people reacted when i told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: ye ladka aaj kal bahut laparvah ho gaya hai.&lt;br /&gt;Me: maa I guess this is the first time I have lost anything in my life. I am sure I didn’t even a lost a pencil in my school days.&lt;br /&gt;Mom:pencil hi kho deta to better tha. this was wallet…(good presence of mind)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: how much money was there?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hmm..300 bucks..na na I guess about 500..&lt;br /&gt;Mom: see he don’t even remember the exact amount..kita laparvah hai ye ladka…&lt;br /&gt;Me:ab mujhe pata thori tha ki aaj gum hoga..to bilkul gin kar 10 rs rakh lun.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: chal leave the money..atm,id, licence bhi tha naa…&lt;br /&gt;Me:(aaj to gaye bete… actually they told me thousand times to keep all the stuff at home as these things are not required in suratgarh but I never listened to them)silently I said yaa….&lt;br /&gt;Mom:ye lo…ab kya hoga&lt;br /&gt;Dad:jo hona tha vo to hogaya…tommorow get up early and we have to do some formalities..&lt;br /&gt;Me: (“ye hui naa baat….”)&lt;br /&gt;This was scene at my home now comes the turn of my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak: ha ha ha… kya pi rakhi thi??pakka vodka maar rakhi hogi..you love flavored vodka naa..&lt;br /&gt;Me: common yaar pls.. its unfair to relate this with vodka and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yash:(laughing)&lt;br /&gt;“Koi baat nahi doesn’t matter kaun si teri girl friend ki photo thi usme”. ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Arey yaar had hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought to message one of my friend and was quite sure of getting some consolation…but you won’t believe pehle vo puri apni kahani batati hai ki she saw some movie and it was too scary and now she is going to sleep with her room mates…and then in last “so u lost your wallet.. good” and after half an hour a forwarded message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo I think its better to sleep so that I can get up early in order to do all the formalities. If I failed I am sure Maa is going to certify me…”laparvah ladka” for the whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haan one more thing today I listened to MAAH-E-RU awesome song..so do listen it..am listening it from last 1 hour….its too good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-4255519648900589278?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/4255519648900589278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=4255519648900589278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/4255519648900589278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/4255519648900589278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/07/laparvah-ladka.html' title='Laparvah ladka...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-8782393124090114288</id><published>2007-06-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:42:36.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I am doing??</title><content type='html'>Twenty days have already swept of my much awaited summer vacations and as usual nothing is going as per planning. It is generally said that we should aim higher but in contrast I aimed to read only few chapters of my course book and you wont believe it is still resting in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;When I landed in suratgarh the mood of my family was all festive as my cousin brother marriage was approaching. So starting days were all about shopping and all. In my family I am quite famous for purchasing odd things and this time too I proved myself by purchasing a Black silk wear for the party. Everyone was trying to convince me that it would be difficult to bear that in a temperature of 45 degree Celsius but I don’t get easily convinced either. But as I always keep on saying that I am born lucky, we had continuous rain for those three days.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know the exact reason but this marriage was the most enjoyable occasion I have ever witnessed and I am sure those moments will always bring smile to my face whenever I recall them. Some of the moments I would like to share:&lt;br /&gt;# On 18Th we had DJ party. The main highlight was the haryanvi song Tau hat ja pacche ne, it was played for at least 50 times.&lt;br /&gt;# Met Apoorv bhaiya and Bhupi after a gap of about three years.&lt;br /&gt;# I never dreamed to share my favorite drink with my Baba(my father’s elder brother)&lt;br /&gt;# How can a day over without a crush.Thanks to my sister who introduced me to her.&lt;br /&gt;# After all the masti in such parties now comes the most challenging job.You have to escape from your parents from being caught.It was difficult for me(had 3 bottles of foster) but I did the job in splendid fashion.CLAPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;# We also had a three hour rain dance.&lt;br /&gt;Then adding to the excitement I also met MR R k Verma and Vivek Khanna. I can never forget the small party we had in hotel.&lt;br /&gt;While returning from manipal I was discussing with sagar that “yaar apne third year mein ho rahe hai aur abhi tak ek bhi ladai nahien ki, kya chu…. hai yaar”I think God heard my words and me along with my brother had a fight with a driver. Afterwards I also heard the news that Omveer was the first to punch that driver. The driver was badly hurt and was also planning to file a case against us but by so called mutual understanding (RS 10,000) the whole event was rubbed away. All my brothers were congratulating me for the awesome debut.&lt;br /&gt;So winding up, those two days were covering up all the possible set of events. I established new contacts, experienced yet another crush, got boozed up and then danced till sunrise. What I feel now is that I got the perfect start for my vacation and all I need is to take that course book from my bag and at least try to turn some pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-8782393124090114288?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/8782393124090114288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=8782393124090114288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8782393124090114288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8782393124090114288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-i-am-doing.html' title='How I am doing??'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-1031371130643405426</id><published>2007-05-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:39:19.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guitar Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Rk9SQINXmeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eW7DagvpaM4/s1600-h/59Arist-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Rk9SQINXmeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eW7DagvpaM4/s320/59Arist-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066358542850038242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weired habit of mugging up things either looking towards the roof or towards walls of my room.But today i suddenly stopped when i saw my guitar standing in one corner of my room.It was just like a flashback which came in front of me.I recalled the day when i purchased it,i know how i managed to invest Rs 2400 with only Rs 3000 in my account.I still have memories of that very night when i just strummed it in a very random manner.I experienced the pain when i went to udupi for the classes listening to the kannad music in buses.I felt the joy when i first played the song(dooba dooba rehta hoon).I recalled the days when my friends used to pull my legs by saying "yeh to voh gana lag hi nahien raha hai".Arey!! i also remember the day when i called my sister and played the song.U know the very first day when i bought the guitar me and my friends started thinking of our band.Arey!! we had hours of discussion regarding the name of band.That time when i went to home my sister gifted me T shirt written "ROCK GUITARIST.. SEARCHING FOR GROUPIES" at back.&lt;br /&gt;But then suddenly a question came to my mind..yaar i do ask lots of question to myself..this time it was:When i last played my guitar??? 2 months...cheating..naa 4 months..still cheating to yourself..finally settled for six months.That's final...Sometimes my friends too used to ask about the guitar,but every time i used to reply "my branch is electrical more commonly known as 5 years branch and i don't want to make it 6".One day one of my close friend advised me too put a notice "GUITAR FOR SALE" i just replied that's too funny but its never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking i don't think my studies is reason for the increasing distance between me and my guitar.Yaar i also don't want to say that i am loosing interest in it because many times my hands automatically start strumming in air when i listen to any song.So still i cannot point out the exact reason but one thing for sure just after posting this post i will be playing DOOBA DOOBA REHTA HUN and i am damn sure that i am not going to make a single mistake in playing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-1031371130643405426?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/1031371130643405426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=1031371130643405426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/1031371130643405426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/1031371130643405426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/05/guitar-tale.html' title='The Guitar Tale'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Rk9SQINXmeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eW7DagvpaM4/s72-c/59Arist-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-484057840361904979</id><published>2007-05-13T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:06:27.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>"Perhaps this one, sir?" asked the salesman pointing to the card- i looked at it and smiled.This the most beautiful card i had ever seen.I will take it but then a fatherly warning resonated "Never spend foolishly on a girl" but i will take it as she really worth it.It took me one and half an hour to wrap the present with a lovely cover.It was time to receive her at station.She was coming all the way from my hometown because i had pleaded with her to be with me on this special day.I had known her since i was child.We sahred every little thing and we knew each other through and through.Yes we too had few fightings but fights are always there where there is love.Though I was often charmed by pretty faces i always came back to my one and only love.And she always welcomed me back with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;The beep of my alarm reminded me to leave for station.On my way i bought a rose and set off walking on the air.When i reached station i saw the train coming,i kept walking towards her compartment.And there she is the most beautiful being on earth.And she was mine! I rushed to her with a yell and the next second had enveloped her in bear hug.She lovingly kissed me on both cheeks and  i presentd her the gift and card.She again gave me a warm hug.I picked up her luggage and walked out the station with her,she whom i had loved every second of my life.My mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-484057840361904979?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/484057840361904979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=484057840361904979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/484057840361904979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/484057840361904979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-7244567377767396342</id><published>2007-05-13T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:05:42.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem about to end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Rkc3SKIzc9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/XEez8N6OAq4/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Rkc3SKIzc9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/XEez8N6OAq4/s320/s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064077091099866066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just signed in my blog to write then one of my close friend came and said "jab dekho blog blog, koi padhta bhi hoga tera blog"..I really felt bad but didnt said a single word just signed out but now he has left so why not write something..;)&lt;br /&gt;I have my xams from tommorow..same old story..strugling for marks but spirits are still high..Yaar everything happens in xams only...india playing superbly in bangladesh,last premereship match of Manchester united but i am trying my best to keep myself away from this..I really need to score good this time..&lt;br /&gt;Just 20 days left then sweet home...it has been six months when visited my place..Today Maa was telling that its too hot there but doesnt matter ghar to ghar hi hota hai..really getting bored of maggi,bread butter,biscuits..missing daal bati choorma...&lt;br /&gt;Now i think i have get back to studies otherwise history will be repeated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-7244567377767396342?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/7244567377767396342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=7244567377767396342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/7244567377767396342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/7244567377767396342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/05/sem-about-to-end.html' title='Sem about to end...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Rkc3SKIzc9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/XEez8N6OAq4/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-5233448793907040694</id><published>2007-05-03T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T03:58:31.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it seems...</title><content type='html'>I need somebody,&lt;br /&gt;To listen to, What all I have got to say.&lt;br /&gt;I want a lap, To dig in my face,&lt;br /&gt;And cry when my spirits are at bay.&lt;br /&gt;I need a mate, To walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;When life seems so long,&lt;br /&gt;I need some words, When I realize,&lt;br /&gt;I have done nothing, but all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I need a touch, In dark nights,&lt;br /&gt;When I am so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I need some good, When everybody,&lt;br /&gt;Looks like bad to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;I need a truth, As world around,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a white lie.&lt;br /&gt;I need some light, In my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;When I long to die.&lt;br /&gt;I need some love, To heal this bleeding heart,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like color blue.&lt;br /&gt;I need you, Though it's tough to say,&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-5233448793907040694?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/5233448793907040694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=5233448793907040694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5233448793907040694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5233448793907040694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-it-seems.html' title='Love it seems...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-8282409263557950053</id><published>2007-04-29T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:24:21.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush!!</title><content type='html'>First of all i want to make it very clear that having crush is entirely different concept than being in love.I hate those peoples who relate crush with love.So to make it very clear "your crush is someone whom you admire a lot."&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking i too had many crushes in my life so listing all of them will be a tiresome task for me and you too will feel like boring.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I am posting abt her today ..cuz...umm..i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;It all happened during my winter vacations,same usual boring evening,nothing to do.We were expecting few guests that day.I wasn't expecting much out of that evening..I mean it was one of those usual get together when u r supposed to act all nice for few hours and meet loads of your parent's friends and get bored..&lt;br /&gt;Well few family started pouring but all my attention was on sweets as i was feeling too hungry.But the the main guest were yet to come.So no one was allowed to touch the sweets yet.So finally they came...everyone started introducing each other.I was still feeling bore but then the real twist came..my sister came and took me to introduce me with her.When i first saw her the first thing came to my mind was..ANOTHER CRUSH.She was playing with bhanja..she was really cute.I was not at all expecting to meet any one so hot at that time(hot was second word that came to my mind).Then someone called my sister and we were left alone(of course my bhanja was there).I was standing like an alien then finally hi...came from her side..i too said haan..hiii..&lt;br /&gt;She:i have heard alot about you everyone keeps on saying that you are quite good in studies.&lt;br /&gt;me:err...(say something..say smthin...idiot..say something..she is waiting for u to continue the conversation..say something..say anything..act smart..duh...this silence s killing..say something ..)&lt;br /&gt;after like longgg 2 mins&lt;br /&gt;me:arey...naa...yaar..&lt;br /&gt;But by now i tried to be normal and asked her what she is doing??hows her college life??Again problem raised as we both were from different fields so nothing to discuss about.Just i was thinking to leave, my sister came and asked me to show her manipal pics which were loaded on my comp..oh thanks sis dat was great idea and i took 30 mins to show her all the manipal pics..she was too impressed with that manipal song.&lt;br /&gt;And then we all sat down..By chance I was sitting next to her with a seat unoccupied between us..But then my sister came and sat between us..oh sis there were many seats unoccupied but why you have chosen dis one.But I thought I should act nice and all..So I got up to help mom ...I snatched the tray from helper's hand and took the tray straight towards tht gal...As I offered her , my Dad said , "sonu , you are serving today...wat happened??you never do that?" I was sooo embarrassed...I just said.."oh please dad..i always do that.." Everyone in the room started laughing..I wanted to jump from the balcony at that very moment..&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to say good bye.. she came to me and said something about how wonderful it was to meet me..but i could only manage to say her nice meeting you...bye...&lt;br /&gt;I just kept staring at her like an idiot..I mean i couldn't help it..It was impossible to take my eyes off her..So now one of my life's hugest crush thinks I am weird and dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-8282409263557950053?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/8282409263557950053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=8282409263557950053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8282409263557950053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8282409263557950053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/crush.html' title='Crush!!'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-5955205089086600713</id><published>2007-04-26T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T11:51:00.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three things...</title><content type='html'>haah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things that scare me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost DOGS.. ( dont laugh , hav u ever been bitten by a dog on ur ass wen u were 11 years old )&lt;br /&gt;Gradesheets.. no explanations&lt;br /&gt;Girls..well they freak me out.. whoa.. hw cn anyone act so decent all the time .. huh&lt;br /&gt;once my friend wrote in my testi"Area to improve upon :&lt;br /&gt;"Has the knack of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong girl"&lt;br /&gt;Always manages to shoot himself in the foot when it comes to talkin with girls...lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things i love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;Kahi na kahi to hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things i hate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wait for someone&lt;br /&gt;studies ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;well i can say idealistic people who try making u also idealistic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things on my Desk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comp&lt;br /&gt;Crap paper&lt;br /&gt;empty biscutes packets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things i wanna do before i die &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world tour with my family&lt;br /&gt;Want to launch my own company which will only recruit people with grades below 7.0&lt;br /&gt;shaddi..kahein jaat kunwara to nahein mar jayega..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things u shud listen to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your parents&lt;br /&gt;songs&lt;br /&gt;wife(nahein to khana nahein milega)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things i love to eat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home cooked food&lt;br /&gt;Home cooked food&lt;br /&gt;Home cooked food( saala 3 saal me 7 star se leke gande dhabe ka khana kha liya but moms recipie is the best ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three bevarages i drink regularly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;water...(jab paise na ho to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things u shud never listen to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously proffs&lt;br /&gt;ur gal ( she can write 1001 donts for u )&lt;br /&gt;Politicians .. too good to b true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-5955205089086600713?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/5955205089086600713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=5955205089086600713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5955205089086600713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5955205089086600713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-things.html' title='Three things...'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-3260450828895103144</id><published>2007-04-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T03:06:26.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can never have enough Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RiPf_jtErcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uz4wnNFyfKQ/s1600-h/F1460005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054129489848872386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RiPf_jtErcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uz4wnNFyfKQ/s400/F1460005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends are best things ever happened to me. So today just got an idea to have a blog entry for my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i feel that there is no scientific process(thank to god that there is no science in this) by which two persons become friend,its just happens. Sometimes you don't even know you have got a friend for the life time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was  July 2005 when i was stepping in a new life...college life.After a wait for about one year finally got admission in nice college.All my family members were so excited that there lad is going to college now but they were bit tensed as i was alone.As a parents  they were giving me various final tips.Among all the tips there was one to choose a good friend and i as perfect son just saying haan haan..Finally got into train after some senti moments with maa..(She was behaving like i was going for any war)hah..You can't imagine that i read whole the newspaper(otherwise i just bother myself to read sports page) even including that stoke market news because i was not having any other option.Then came a guy and asked me "Are you going to manipal?"First thought was to say no..as i heard a lot of ragging in train..but again jaat factor came and urged me to be bold.I said yes..he said hi..( that assured me that he is not my senior)and we both got introduced to each other.So this was the first guy of my college i met.We had a long session of chatting and it seemed to me that we both were enjoying by knowing each other.But then  i didn't see him for the next day,i was thinking that my first impression was not good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after reaching manipal just saw him once but i couldn't initiate the talk.It was first day of my class and it was such a joy to saw him in the same class.We were in same section...haah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we started sitting together,then started having lunch and dinner together.By the time now I shared my various heartbreaks and crushes with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just observe the sequence of events: met in train...both were in same stream..both were in same section.And now adding to biggest surprise: he is sleeping on the bed to my right side while i am writing this blog(u must have got an idea that we are room mates now) So today i introduced my First friend of my college &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JAYANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now after meeting jayant i got introduced to many people.In my first year i was in different block.But used to visit 5th bolck quite often to meet jayant.Then one day i stepped in room which gave me many unforgettable moments of my life time.I would like to mention the room number as it will surely give me great feeling when i will read this post after 10 years or so.It was 106..It was belonging to most of two amazing guy from raebareli. One was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANUBHAV&lt;/span&gt; and other was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIDDARATH...&lt;/span&gt;it took me moment to recall there names because we call them &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHOTS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KAKA&lt;/span&gt;..I can never forget those late night chats with both of them and then the way we three use to sleep with two beds ,two pillows and one blanket.Then i met&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SAGAR&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APS&lt;/span&gt; in this same historical room.Then we all six had most of time of first year in this room.We also gave a name to this room...CHIDYAGHAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also been blessed with very cute friend of mine to whom i met in rather awkward circumstances and the conversation that followed was forgettable but,i tell u,it was memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will surely make a whole new post regarding that memorable conversation.(as it is already 5 in morning and i have classes from 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-3260450828895103144?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/3260450828895103144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=3260450828895103144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3260450828895103144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3260450828895103144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-can-never-have-enough-friends.html' title='You can never have enough Friends!'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/RiPf_jtErcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uz4wnNFyfKQ/s72-c/F1460005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-6358564036987224497</id><published>2007-04-15T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T03:09:46.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday..</title><content type='html'>People feel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; to be a day to relax ,enjoy and to have lots of fun.But for me it has got different meaning.I rarely had  a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; when i relaxed or enjoyed.You cant have a proper full day to relax or enjoy.Enjoying things goes side by side with your work.You don't need to plan for enjoying.I had been  to many trips which we started planning a month before but finally those trips got fucked because when you start planning too much you start expecting too much from that place.I also had trips which were planned just 5 hrs before and those were really awe sum.&lt;br /&gt;On most of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt; i just ask myself:&lt;br /&gt;Whether i am doing justice with my time?&lt;br /&gt;I had never reached a conclusion to this question.But one thing for sure each time i am able to make some changes in myself.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was like a bad dream for me.My week started with  my 2ND test and as perfect college guy got fucked in all the subjects.Adding more pain, the very second day of commencement of exams our HOD sent a notice that we can check our result in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Not adding much to surprise i got 65% marks which was enough for me to sit on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and ask myself the same old question.Its not over yet,again like a perfect college dude planned a trip to malpe beach which is just 10kms from my place.Had a real fun there with my favourite foster.&lt;br /&gt;Rain god too added excitement and we all got soaked in rain and fun.&lt;br /&gt;After reading the above paragraph you can just have an idea that i started my week as a confident guy going for exams then a student who couldn't produce the result and then a chill out guy.I never got a time to sit and think what went wrong.But i changed the scenario in between myself from studying and then making a trip(without even thinking).&lt;br /&gt;So that was mine example why i think that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; is not a day to relax but it is day to bring &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; life on a track which was previously flowing relentlessly in all the directions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-6358564036987224497?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/6358564036987224497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=6358564036987224497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/6358564036987224497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/6358564036987224497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday..'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-1297823868907753828</id><published>2007-04-14T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:53:00.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever been..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Smoked a cigarette?:&lt;/strong&gt; No... Somehow, i find that equivalent to sticking my head up a chimney....so the idea never appealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/strong&gt; Am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been dumped?:&lt;/strong&gt; Sadly, yes, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snuck out of your parent's house?:&lt;/strong&gt; No.... it was always very properly locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been arrested?:&lt;/strong&gt; No!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone on a blind date?:&lt;/strong&gt; No... Came very close to it once, but backed out at the last minute. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skipped school?: &lt;/strong&gt;If that means making an excuse and staying at home, then yes, loads of times!!! If it means leaving the house but never reaching school....then no... I was an innocent lil kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen someone die?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken pain killers?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup...but for pain. I did NOT take it in pepsi, unlike some of my friends.Flown a kite?: yes...but I can never manage to get it up in the air... Once someone does that for me, then i can fly it....which means i can stand there holding the string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone puddle jumping?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes!! Used to love doing it...much to my mums irritation...since she's the one who had to wash my clothes n dry out my shoes....uh...i still do it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheated while playing a game?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes... and still lost. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been lonely?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes...very. And thats the one thing that scares me. I really admire those people who are just so comfortable being all by themselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallen asleep at work or school/college?:&lt;/strong&gt; Both in school and college.... Some teachers' monotonous voices actually have very soothing effects....best dreams ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been suspended from school?:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. Sweet innocent lil kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a car accident?:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes!!! At a wedding.... had a bet with my cousin about who could eat more icecream.... I won!!!!!!! (No snacks, drinks, or dinner that night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walked the streets drunk?:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm....next question please.Had déjà vu?: Every few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paid for a meal with only coins?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes!!! And this is a must....the dirty look the waiter gives you is really worth carrying all that heavy change!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-1297823868907753828?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/1297823868907753828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=1297823868907753828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/1297823868907753828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/1297823868907753828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-u-ever-been.html' title='Have u ever been..'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-5617756513582204341</id><published>2007-04-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:38:34.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protest against the government, not the OBCs.</title><content type='html'>I receive at least five messages everyday making fun of arjun singh and his quota plans. Here are a couple of examples :&lt;br /&gt;Why does Arjun Singh have sex only 3 days a week?&lt;br /&gt;Because the rest 3 days his wife is reserved for OBC n for Sundays for SC/ST&lt;br /&gt;Ok… that did make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New rules of quota system in Indian Cricket:&lt;br /&gt;1. boundary will be 15 yards shorter for SC/ST/OBC players&lt;br /&gt;2. SC/ST/OBC can take one bounce catch of any batsman&lt;br /&gt;3. SC/ST/OBC scoring 20 runs in a practice match will qualify for national team&lt;br /&gt;4. SC/ST/OBC player scoring 60 will be counted as century&lt;br /&gt;5. over for SC/ST/OBC bowler will consist of 3 balls&lt;br /&gt;6. 50% players in cricket team will be from SC/ST/OBC.Hmm…&lt;br /&gt;I did not find that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These messages progressively seem to be becoming against OBCs rather than the government. Fine, people are angry that this section of the population is getting advantages that most of them don’t deserve. But they are not at fault! Is it their fault that they exist? Is it their fault that Arjun Singh is looking for votes? They did not choose to be OBCs, we gave them that classification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that it is unfair and that some SC/ST/OBCs use these reservations even if they are from higher classes who can afford their education and have the same opportunities as us, if not more. But seriously, if suppose, we were offered a reservation, which made it easier to get into the best institutes in the country, would we not use that reservation? Would we not campaign FOR that reservation and support the government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is…. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Protest against the government, not the OBCs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-5617756513582204341?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/5617756513582204341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=5617756513582204341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5617756513582204341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/5617756513582204341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/protest-against-government-not-obcs.html' title='Protest against the government, not the OBCs.'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-3526285824186542789</id><published>2007-04-14T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:32:50.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in everyone’s life when one stops and simply thinks… what am I doing? This may come in middle age, or maybe at the time of retirement, or maybe even in your teens. The important thing, when it does happen, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that will depend on the answer to the question I mentioned in the beginning, “What am I doing?”. If you’re satisfied with the way things are going, you’ll probably just smile and continue doing exactly what you have been doing your entire life. Others, who might not be fortunate enough to be satisfied, would probably go into a depression about how their life sucks. And then there will be those who will be depressed for a while, but will soon decide that it’s not too late to change things.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that what I’ve written is utterly boring, and anyone unfortunate enough to actually read all this is probably cursing me right now. But what I really wanted to write about was simply a problem that might crop up after this stage.So suppose you decide you’re going to change things. You realize that your life has been pretty useless till now, and you make plans to make it better. And when the time finally comes, you follow your plans. Or at least, you try to.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when after trying to change your life, you realize you can’t?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when till now you thought your life was useless, but now you feel that it is actually you who is useless?&lt;br /&gt;Do you try to change yourself?Or do you wish you had never reached the point of questioning your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-3526285824186542789?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/3526285824186542789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=3526285824186542789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3526285824186542789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/3526285824186542789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/useless.html' title='Useless'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-8600580798825499876</id><published>2007-04-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:27:11.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@#%$!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's the Point of being nice to people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just take advantage of it and screw you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-8600580798825499876?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/8600580798825499876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=8600580798825499876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8600580798825499876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/8600580798825499876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='@#%$!!!'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355535105139018132.post-7098853644428344269</id><published>2007-04-14T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:24:22.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ke fundae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funda number one :&lt;/span&gt;Trust a snake...but never ever trust a girl... No matter what she's like... If you have time, money and energy to spend and you are really desperate...then go play squash but never waste it on a gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funda number two&lt;/span&gt; :Forget funda number one and forget all other fundaes and just follow your heart...and whenever stuck...contact me on 9844365730 to get more fundaes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355535105139018132-7098853644428344269?l=omveermit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/feeds/7098853644428344269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355535105139018132&amp;postID=7098853644428344269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/7098853644428344269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355535105139018132/posts/default/7098853644428344269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omveermit.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-ke-fundae.html' title='Life ke fundae'/><author><name>Omveer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11231871181832274079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UaU4uI0r-l8/Ryl8Ezx5zYI/AAAAAAAAABY/4nhjfe_73Ak/s320/DSC02518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
