<?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-6192240446079041001</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:54:10.700-08:00</updated><category term='nitw'/><category term='college'/><category term='beer'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='sachin'/><category term='iit'/><category term='books'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Commandments'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>'Lets live life for a Change'</title><subtitle type='html'>'We forget that Socrates was famed for wisdom not because he was omniscient but because he realised at the age of 70 that he still knew nothing'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-5410218306478247901</id><published>2009-04-26T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:34:40.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Society called 'College' 2</title><content type='html'>Well its been a long ,hell of a long tym since i last posted,anyways no wasting time,well this semester has been a tym to remember,it was some god damn journey, for all those who would like to know what all i did this semester,ill just draft it  in ten bulletted points(my social science teacher always used to say , writing something in points always makes the reader more interested than not),so finally without wasting your time,  lets just get started;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.We went to trichy for this internit tourney,gawd it was some time,and to make matters really weird, i met one of my old cricketing mate( who was there to represent some other nit precisely nit nagpur),and whose catch did i drop in the finals of this tourney,well its kinda obvious,anyways didnt matter much cause we won the gawd damn tourney and even learnt a lesson or two-Firstly always buy a platform ticket in a railway station and secondly never (and by that i seriously mean never) play cards while going in a train from chennai to trichy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Then after that it was new year and with that we obviously had to have the new year celebrations which we did( well we had some celebrations,guess somethings didnt work out),anyways so we heard about this hotel which offered food and drinks on the house(well evidently thats what we heard),so we went there and as it turns out the deal was kinda different,well more on that laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Then came january and with that the mass bunk,but as it goes with me,wasnt the easiest of mass bunks we ever had(to put it straight,just didnt work out pretty well),so i got a bit depressed by the thought of not going anywhere in the holidays(unofficial),but at like 7 in the evening of one of the fridays(thats when the bunk was supposed to start),My crazy friends decided to go to pondicherry,i said no initially,but seeing them pack and all i couldnt help but just pack and go(even though i had fever),the train journey wasnt a cake walk either,we were practically sleeping on the side space provided in the compartment with some gay guy watching our back(i swear to god he was gay,i know itll sound weird but even heard him pass a comment on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Well Pondicherry ,gawd it was some vaccation,to be frank i could just put it as 'Horribily Aweasome',Horrible beacause well while roaming around the so rocky beach in pondicherry at 12 on one of the nights,we were robbed and maimed by some hefty looking screwed thieves(or were they,thats what i always ask Paras),anyways nobody lost anything except the poor me(which i always am,gawd i need to write a blog on that),i lost my watch while taking a blow from their stick,and Aweasome because it was just seriously aweasome to meet these 'HOT' french girls(for any info on that,please contact the blog holder) and to stand up to thieves(well kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Well coming back from pondicherry was never easy,as in both leaving pondicherry and going back to warangal(precisely 'The Jungle'),but finally we got back,and i was welcomed by the proffesors with the scolding of my life(for being absent in the virtual mass bunk while other attended classes,for all those who didnt know,i was the representative of my class so it goes),anyways time passed and i got over it(well most of it actually),then came february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey guys i know its getting a bit long, but please stay with me,i promise you its gonna be over in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.February,was some month,well actully cannot really talk about it cause a lot of people would find it kinda offending but anyways ,lets just say i had fun (a lot of it actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Then came my best friend's sister's wedding, for which we went to Delhi,manh trust me on this,there may be a lot of happening places but none compared to Delhi,we seriously rocked in delhi (and to say the least we did it big time),from party crashing,to rocking the club(or i mean pub),anyways good times always get over and they did and we came back to college,but we already had a week full of intramurals packed for us,unfortunately my team lost the tourney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Then came the mid semester break and as we always do,we had something unplanned to do,and we did,we went to this place called ,Lakhnawaram(A lake basically),and we started for our venture at about 3 o'clock,and had planned to spend a night there,it was like a 90 km drive from college,we had like 3 bikes,so 6 of us reached there at around 7,and it was somewhat dark(totally i mean) and scary.But anways as for the brave people we were we did stay in that jungle for the night,with one of us namely Jithesh staying awake for most of the night(i dont know why?).In the morning at around 7 we left the place and it was some ride back to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Then came my birthday,well i had planned a lot of things for it,but somehow a lot didnt work out,(guess just my luck),even then i managed to enjoy my birthday to the core,special thanks to all my friends in college,(hey and it included you too,the one reading this post).Anyways time went by with end labs and all the formal examinations that the instituite put us through,even then i mangaed a lot of fun,more on that laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Well this point illustrates the time i had after my end examinations which was more or so legend---wait fo it---dary,with one my close pals Singhania(4th year),leaving the college,i used to get a treat from him everyday,(no offence ill surely be missing the guy a lot),anyways it was time for late night visits to bus and railway stations(mainly for the heck of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was mainly what i went through this semester,well ill let you people know about more laters,till then ALOHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-5410218306478247901?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/feeds/5410218306478247901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192240446079041001&amp;postID=5410218306478247901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/5410218306478247901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/5410218306478247901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/2009/04/society-called-college-2.html' title='The Society called &apos;College&apos; 2'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-2487472448175955892</id><published>2009-01-01T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:41:17.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlighted with the traffic signal!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey I m back hope I didn’t take too long, although I think its been looooong time since my last post, well to hell with that, lemme just get started. Well very recently while I was waiting for the traffic lights to get green, I had this realization about the traffic lights of our life that is the three stages of a our life, well it may sound a bit weird but hell I had to think of something I mean it was a very long stop (exactly 2 minutes) , so here it was, Red which could be referred to as our childhood , I mean we were nearly stopped for everything , I mean think about it you would be like ‘Mama can I get a icecream!!!’ and the reply would ‘No ,you know na it spoils your teeth’ (I mean they’ll not even say no but they’ll have a perfect logical reasoning for it) and then you may ask ‘Mama can I get a Playstation ‘(inclusive of all the pleases)’,and the reply would be something like ‘Don’t even think about it’, well anyhow guess they were right then otherwise I would have grown up to become some spoilt brat with ugly teeth, Next the Orange which could be referred to be as when we just manage to fall into the categorie of an adult (I mean just), this is a stage when people could put you in a dilemma, I mean they wont tell you a no but they wont tell give a yes either, its like with traffic lights, when its orange most of the people don’t know what to do, so some just stand there and obey the rules, rules here refer to your elders while the other half just moves without obeying the rules (remember the personification) , Now comes the Green ,well this is a stage where you own your life, which means there is no stopping you, just move.well its time for me to move on cause its already green and these autorickshaw drivers are shouting at me to move, so I guess ill leave for now,so till the next time ‘ALOHA’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-2487472448175955892?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/feeds/2487472448175955892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192240446079041001&amp;postID=2487472448175955892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/2487472448175955892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/2487472448175955892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/2009/01/enlighted-with-traffic-signal.html' title='Enlighted with the traffic signal!!!'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-4285978068895100623</id><published>2008-11-03T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:49:40.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy Diaries!!!</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since my last posted something, so to start a fresh,college as i find it for now is the place for survival and to be honest i have survived and maybe survived with flying colours(exaggeration is finally regretted).College is a place to dream and to some extent materialize your dream,to convince you on this ill just brief you on a conversation (or maybe conversations)that i usually have with my friend Paras while our 3 am walk around the so beautiful college campus(for all those who believe me),this is how it usally starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:dude manh i really wanna do something in life,something so big that someday people look upto me and say 'I wanna be someone like this guy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:yea dude,i was thinking the same,and you know what i had something in my mind too,i was thinking off doing something in the college itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:Like what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:I m talking about starting off a business,i mean not going too big but just for start,maybe to get us more focussed on our vision to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:That seems to be a great idea,but what do you have in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:Thats what i dont know right now but think about the consiquences,maybe well end up earning lakhs before we pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:Lakhs manh,talk about crores,and then well buy bikes and cars(hayabusa's and the audi's)with our own bucks.&lt;br /&gt;(Note:- M:Manan P:Paras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats when i have to put up,'No Stopping the Jabbers',but anyhow however you take it,'Dreaming can never be injurious to health(well in most cases,i m not talking about the sadists and the freaky ones)',so you should never ever think twice before dreaming(remember the saying,"Some men see things as they are and say 'why'? Others dream things that never were and say 'why not'?").These dreams give us motivations but we should always remember that motivation without action is like a flower without petal(in short useless and pAtheTic).Maybe some fine day we percieve our motivations and materialize them into something big(hopefully by our own actions).Well till the next post,keep dreaming and keep visiting...ALOHA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-4285978068895100623?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/feeds/4285978068895100623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192240446079041001&amp;postID=4285978068895100623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/4285978068895100623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/4285978068895100623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/2008/11/college-diaries.html' title='Dreamy Diaries!!!'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-7779468961226032865</id><published>2008-10-10T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:57:00.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commandments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>My Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>1.Whenever you read a good book, it's like the author is right there, in the room, talking to you, which is why I don't like to read good books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl4_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;2.Before you critizize someone walk a mile in their shoes, that way when you critizize someone, you will be a mile away and have their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl8_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;3.Life's a piece of shit, When you look at it. Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true. You'll see it's all a show. Keep them laughing as you go. Just remember that the last laugh is on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl4_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;4.The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl1_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;5.In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6.It takes only one drink to get me drunk.  The trouble is, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl14_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;7.The human brain starts working the moment you are born and never stops until you stand up to speak in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl1_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8.By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl17_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;10.Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass &amp;amp; think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes &amp;amp; dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work &amp;amp; their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, 'It is better that I drink this beer &amp;amp; let their dreams come true than to be selfish and worry about my liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then Aloha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-7779468961226032865?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/feeds/7779468961226032865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192240446079041001&amp;postID=7779468961226032865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/7779468961226032865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/7779468961226032865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ten-commandments.html' title='My Ten Commandments'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-269688458450964660</id><published>2008-10-01T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:58:49.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nitw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Society called 'College'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well really sorry for being so lazy to upload the next post,so just to get things started and well i m almost a 30% engineer (for all of those who dont know me) and frankly speaking i hardly know shit.This semester has been more of a roller coaster ride for me,with me being the roller coaster rather than the ride,well enough of my whims ,now lets start of with some kickass college stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So college as i had already mentioned is all about friends and you as an individual.So if you have friends in college,your life is bound to rock (only if you some kewl guys in your band not the nerds).And friends are all about having fun no matter what condition you are in,quite recently we have defined fun in another manner,you call it we've done it,from going of to stations at 1 am just to have pakora's,to roaming around the campus at 3 just discussing our so majestic aspirations in life,and if u havent had enough going off to hyderabad at 12 just to have a pizza,still not convinced jumping off a running train(for reasons disclosed)and finally(there is even more if you wanna)organizing a big time event for weeks which never could take place(ask me about it,there isnt anything more frustrating than this).Well i have to keep going so till then ALOHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-269688458450964660?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/feeds/269688458450964660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192240446079041001&amp;postID=269688458450964660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/269688458450964660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/269688458450964660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/2008/10/society-called-college.html' title='The Society called &apos;College&apos;'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-9016208960156148901</id><published>2008-07-02T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:00:20.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sachin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cricket...Sachin.....and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohk well no wasting time,ill just start with the blogging.Well i have long lived a life just dedicated to the game which was made so popular early on by W.G.Grace (well i m not discussing history of cricket now), for those who seriously dont know this ,its cricket ( i mean duh).Well  it was i think the year 1998 when my dad bought me this cricket kit, i wasnt much into cricket before but what came after this was all i am now ( a cricket freak).Well this was the year i started going to cricket coaching,this was probably the period that changed my entire life.Well as i grew more and more enthrolled in the game , i started watching cricket too,and this seriously transformed me,i think youll be remembering it,it was the World Cup fever in 1999, and to be frank it got to me, i seriously had made an idol (for myself), a person who i still look upto (after my parents though),the guy was Sachin Tendulkar, an ideal son,an ideal cricketer,an ideal human being,to sum it all 'an ideal idol'.Well i started to love this person from the word go,i used to live just to see this guy bat (call it passion or something,i was nuts after his batting),as time went by i grew more and more passionate about cricket.&lt;br /&gt;Well time had to pass by ( and so it did) and so cricket grew,sachin grew and so did i,and so did my passion for the pure game,i had this inner confidence that one day,ill play along side my hero (my idol).Well it wasnt to be,as it is i got more into studies (parents call on dis),so as i had to,i got over cricket but as  hard as i tried,i couldnt ever get over 'SACHIN'.Well for me  i would say,'Life had always been cricket and cricket had always been Sachin (or Sir Sachin for that matter)'.I mean i couldnt say anything more about 'How i love Sachin' (dont take me wrong ),well if u still dont think i am arguably the biggest of all 'Sir Sachin's Fans' ,ask my roomies theyll tell u better, i mean how i fight with them just to prove 'Whose the best batsman alive',for non cricket lovers,the debate is always between my friend paras's  favorite Brain Lara and Sachin'.and guess who wins.....well ill update a poll on it,lets see who wins,so i think tats quite enough,so hell ya till the next one comes by......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-9016208960156148901?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-5575702083964704915</id><published>2008-06-24T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:47:49.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India -'Fighting the odds'</title><content type='html'>'India -a Superpower' or is it?Me and my friends keep debating on this (for all of those who think its gross,think about it we r the future of our country so we some obligations),so where was i most people believe that india is on the verge of becoming a superpower after the so infamously famous nuclear deal being put into terms,well i m not of the view,I would just start of with a simple question 'How do you define a Superpower?'.I think the whole problem lies with the definition which has been set up by the so domineering US.&lt;br /&gt;India at present is at stage where it is developing and underdeveloping at the same place,and even if we keep development aside,India is doing enough fighting out the yet so many trojans and viruses like cross border terrorism,religion disparities,terrorist bombings(killing the innocence out of common man) and much more.Yet india surves and comes over it but yet fallin to its knees once,the whole question is why cant india stop all this for once,why cant it punish the punishable for once,why cant it be like the United states of Domination(ohh i meant America)?,well i have a somewhat debatable answer ,its just because we arent a SUPERPOWER yet,and we would never be one until each every indian realizes the importance of being indian and more than that tries his/her best to make india the india that our ancestors had fought for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India would always atay the same until we indians think of bringing a change,we could take example from mangal pandey and company who brought the change unless which india would had stayed under slavery forever.&lt;br /&gt;I am not an extremist or something but still only extreme steps could make india,the india of ou dreams or more appropriately the india of GANDHI ji's dream,well with this till next time,be indian and help it be a Superpower in whatever small way you can,&lt;br /&gt;Well Then ALOHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-5575702083964704915?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/feeds/5575702083964704915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192240446079041001&amp;postID=5575702083964704915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/5575702083964704915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/5575702083964704915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/2008/06/india-fighting-odds.html' title='India -&apos;Fighting the odds&apos;'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-8430271114370961579</id><published>2008-06-24T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:20:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The College of my dreams(well or is it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The day has arrived,its time for the result(of various engineering entrance examinations{god knows how many}) ,its the time when students (aspiring for engineering streams-as if its not obvious,just taking precautions for a tubelight)find it really hard to sleep.This is the time when students dream about something like 'What if'(remember my second post).Well this period came along running after me to,i still remember the night i spent before the results for AIEEE(well we'll ask the abbreviation from our juniors,so just let it,manh ill sure rag)were to be announced,yea so where was i,i was thinking about my dream colleges and what could college life possibly be,well i had a blue print about them,and now you'll ask how,the answer is simple,manh someone has to watch these masaaledaar hindi bollywood movies or the so spicy made hollywood movies,well i was too a victim (one among millions) of the yet so popular visual media.(Alright enough of crap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture that i made of any college (from these hyped up english movies) was such,let me describe it,  the student will have freedom like an infant has nappy on him(basically i meant all the time)and studies ceased to exist and they were more like a barber for a Sardar for the students(hey no personal issues,i mean i am cool as long they are cool with it,its not as in i have a sardar friend and i often mistake him for a girl{obviously when his hair are fully open,i mean duh},there is absolutely nothing (or may be)like that,so..)so where was i,and girls would be like those just out fresh from some beauty pageant(well does anybody care whether it is Miss World or Miss Universe,i mean for someone like me all of them are angels)and they'll be just walking around with some hunk(possibily me,hell its my dream)around the college campus(you call this exaggeration {from bollywood directors,not mentioning hollywood cause there you have a different story all together},i mean you can just send a 12th pass kid (i m presuming this)to mental asylum ,i mean once he gets into college,and gets to know what the real college world is around india(all this is strictly pointed at engineering colleges,other colleges,i have just two words from you 'YOU ROCK'),crap is building up again,well on with post)so where was i ,yea then the infrastructure,well you can imagine it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were things that i was dreaming of,to make it short,results are out,i got a good(i mean possibly) rank,chose my dream college,NIT warangal,and rest is history.My dream college wasnt what dreams are about(i m sure of that).I mean i got stuck up in this place where you have people who are  painted dark black(with emphasis on the word 'dark')so that they could not be seen in the night(Oh god!!but why?),and food,well you eat sambhar (and stuff,rest is a mess secret,frankly i dont want to disappoint my 'to be' juniors)as if it is the only served food in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Well i think i should stop here,i mean i dont want my juniors to be disappointed big time,well you can decide for yourself,but yea i have saved something for the end(which might bring a smile to your face 'junior(s)'),what i learnt here is,'College isnt about the cool girls(well i didnt comment on the girls in our college,gosh i am witty{remember its my post so}),cool infrastructure or anything,its about you and how you pass these years,i mean as we say in our college"YOU ARE EITHER A FRUSTU OR A FUNDO,THERE IS NO WALL SEPERATING THEM".well i am off,till my next blog,hell ya.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-8430271114370961579?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/8430271114370961579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/8430271114370961579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/2008/06/college-of-my-dreamswell-or-is-it.html' title='The College of my dreams(well or is it)'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-6935285855440279589</id><published>2008-06-20T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:29:51.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If ?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well the other day i was going about thinking nothing with the wandering mind that i have,and suddenly something struck me"What if i was Sachin Tendulkar",and then came the long array of thoughts of how life would be his way(call it a waste of time or what),and the other minute i was kinda thinking"What if i was George bush",well these questions keep creeping  my mind.On another thought i feel i m just one among the millions,i mean statistically speaking 79% of the time of the day,people just spend dreaming(trust me on this, i got it  from google).Well talking about this,why do people dream about something like this,but you know what,(i mean youll surely be knowing this ),that most of the times people dream just about something like this as in 'What if i top my board exams' or 'What if katrina kaif proposes me' or something(pretty much like that old indica advertisement,the only thing was the nerdy guy was kinda boasting,but hell katrina deserves it, doesnt she) Exploring more on this i mean i  had lots and lots of queries about this,i mean is this worthwhile or is it just a waste of time.Well it couldnt be more palatable that whatever you do or whatever you say,you cant stop thinking about something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Well why cant people just grow up and know who they are,rather then think about someone they are not,well i know i sound absurd,i mean i know i aint the right guy to be illuminating on all this but hell,someone has to do it after all.But yea these kinda dreams could surely bug you to do a little better and be like someone you want to be(well i still support the word 'individuality'and 'everyone {or rather every child is special like the thing in "Taare Zameen Par''-'gawd Aamir could make films,hell of a movie haan,well i am getting distracted again} is special thingie'(duuhhhh people remember bodmas{something mathematical),apply it here, if you cant i suggest you just watch this new  hindi sitcom'Kya aap Paanchvi Pass Se Tez hain')).Ohk enough of crap i still am confused whether these dreams are worth something or not.Well i think ill remain confused for life,but yea i have hell of a time dreaming about something like this,and ill keep wasting(or even utilizing,well maybe)time on this for the rest of my life.well then hell ya till mah next blog.well dont forget,you still owe me a comment,so keep readin and keep commenting...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-6935285855440279589?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/feeds/6935285855440279589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192240446079041001&amp;postID=6935285855440279589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/6935285855440279589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192240446079041001/posts/default/6935285855440279589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedkavo.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-if.html' title='What If ?!?!?'/><author><name>MaNaN MaHaJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172277016638716670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192240446079041001.post-2631652972865916217</id><published>2008-06-20T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:18:43.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My first blog ever...............well it kinda feels a bit absurd.............i mean a screw up like me blogging..........well i think everything happens for a reason..............well somehow i cant find one for dis..........all hell with the intro shit...........lets start blogging.............well after giving hell of a headache to myself on what to blog..............i finally thought i blog on a conversation i had with my uncle recently......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the other day,I was kinda havin a discussion with my uncle about things way boring then you people can digest.................when out of a sudden he suggested to tell me my family history..................and i thought manh.."Why the damn didnt i sleep yesterday and now ill be sleepin the whole story".........well like the screwup i am i encouraged him to start the thingie with a yawn............well i think he didnt notice so he started his saga.............well it turned out to be somethin different.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first part i got to know i m actually a Rajput..............well dunno whether to be happy about it or not........so ill just get the story started...............well my great great............count it to 7 times........father Mr. Hari Singh.........was a rajput.............and you know what he used to fight in those so called Gulli-Danda wars......i mean wars with just no outcome............but yea he used to fight it out for some king........(bet he was some fat dumbass who never used to come out of his throne and let others fight for his kingdom............while he sits and has fun)................well back with the story so this great great.......u know how many times...........father.............was a soldier in dis so called rajput army and were posted somewhere in jammu and kashmir...................well you had these muslims who were regularly taking hold of there land and my great........(well this seriously is bugging me off)..........father and his grand army lost to these pathans...............and they kept my great........(ufffffff..........)father...........as one of the prisoners...........and as he had to eat food provided by a muslim...........his hierarchical status in society rolled down  one step.........(This  was some kinda weird  regulation  put  up by some saints who called themselves the medium to god...........&gt;even though they  were more of medium  to hell)...........well  its getting way long so ill betta cut off  manh...............so this way  he turned into a 'Mahajan' .......and made  wat i prefer to call my dynasty.................well after all this..........i mean after he was  relieved  from the prison...........he couldnt join the army anymore(as i told you  as the story goes.............he's no longer a rajput.....)so he came to this place churmunda(well its basically now in pakistan..........near a place called sialkot...or something....)............and he still had loads of loads of money with him.........so he started what we now call the mahajani business..............i mean the business of money lending..............and as time went by  my ancestors grew wealthier and wealthier.................and now my great  great grandfather(finally some relief)..................well for his introduction.................he  was born in the same village..................and  i forgot  his name(well i  mentioned it already......i m a screup)..........so got into this sugar extracting factory and all....................and  then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;started some chocolate factory...................and that was kinda blossoming............and then for the heck of it we had the partition.......damn partition...........no damn jinnah...............and everything had to be left behind............and now i am what i am........................so the thing is i could have been some multimillionaire...............i mean i could have been where cadbury is right now.................but damn jinnah................the man was too jealous of my  could be success............well i forgive him.............i mean he's dead............so why take a risk with a wandering soul..........so hell this is my first blog....................i know its damn long........but yea damn you people do criticize it..........ohk..............well sayonara for now.........and yea hope you read the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire thing.....so den.........till my next blog...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6192240446079041001-2631652972865916217?l=bedkavo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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