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term='commuting'/><category term='clean'/><title type='text'>My Mama didn't raise no foo!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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' 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Here is my stand on the issue. Marriage should be an act of passion and not one out of convention. If I take the latter route, in a few months or years we would get tire of disagreeing with each other on what was more or less the same thing, would be inured to each other’s odd and perhaps disgusting ways, the way she bites her nails etc., and then we would sink into a placid and comfortable unhappiness, each still in a cocoon, but perhaps it would be unwise to be otherwise. And my once secret life would be entombed in a mind half-dead to an incarcerating world, and I would remember, with a sense of bemused embarrassment, and in epiphanic flashes, brought on by uncontrollable jolts to my memory. The restlessness of my mind seems to be the all important thing in the universe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-9038629476144056369?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/9038629476144056369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=9038629476144056369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/9038629476144056369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/9038629476144056369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-is-great-deal-of-marriage-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>working class hero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465148421426831594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3wZFk4-Ojs/TGymiPn5cFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/xtfb4pnUnOA/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3006564659206277298</id><published>2010-07-14T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T06:52:40.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear,&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I marked the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3006564659206277298?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3006564659206277298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3006564659206277298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3006564659206277298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3006564659206277298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2010/07/road-not-taken-by-robert-frost.html' title='The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost'/><author><name>working class hero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465148421426831594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3wZFk4-Ojs/TGymiPn5cFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/xtfb4pnUnOA/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6512124813935494840</id><published>2010-05-08T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:41:11.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In New Y000rk</title><content type='html'>Currently, in New York for a couple of months. &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://shubhraprakash.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-york.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for latest about New York blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6512124813935494840?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6512124813935494840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6512124813935494840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6512124813935494840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6512124813935494840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-new-y000rk.html' title='In New Y000rk'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-88828644931631301</id><published>2009-12-04T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:25:34.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aditi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><title type='text'>Super Funny Indian Dance Video....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-93-V3yXwI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-93-V3yXwI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest wedding dance video I've seen in ages!! :-) Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-88828644931631301?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/88828644931631301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=88828644931631301' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/88828644931631301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/88828644931631301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-funny-indian-dance-video.html' title='Super Funny Indian Dance Video....'/><author><name>TTTBlog</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4581865700727698863</id><published>2009-06-06T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:55:27.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timelines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phase'/><title type='text'>The Phase</title><content type='html'>is when I do everything well, when I follow time lines, accomplish tasks, I do everything to run away from the one thing that probably needs most of my attention, time and devotion.  This just dawned on me as I continued to surprise myself with all the things that were getting done.  To escape the ultimate, I am excelling with the trivialities.  Note to self, run the other way, we live on a globe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4581865700727698863?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4581865700727698863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4581865700727698863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4581865700727698863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4581865700727698863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2009/06/phase.html' title='The Phase'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2694290457205445452</id><published>2009-05-27T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:21:27.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icchadhari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nagina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigahen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amrish puri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monogamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lord shiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nagin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pungi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hissss'/><title type='text'>Nagins in Bollywood 101</title><content type='html'>You know you are faced with a Nagin from bollywood if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMORPHOUS&lt;/span&gt;: It can assume any shape and form possible, (even a skeleton bride,&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXqe-a7kHuI"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;major giveaway: if you catch it converting from human to snake or snake to human.. that pretty much seals the deal &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RE6lKJRVr1Q"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIGHT COLORED EYES UPON OCCASION&lt;/span&gt;: When mad or excited or angry .. its eyes turn blue.. or gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIN/PUNGI&lt;/span&gt;: If you play the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.chandrakantha.com/articles/indian_music/pungi.html"&gt;bin&lt;/a&gt; anywhere around it, it will try to resist but will eventually give in by dancing, like so .. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ish42wa35B4"&gt;clickity&lt;/a&gt; , or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaJ2_CehkoQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vM9nFexVR4U"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;, you get the idea. Note the cobra like hand gesture... VERY important for a nagin dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELIGIOUS&lt;/span&gt;: It hangs around Lord Shiva's idol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGILE&lt;/span&gt;: It can do anything! dodge bullets, withstand lightening, appear, disappear ... anything &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONOGAMOUS:&lt;/span&gt;It practices monogamy and loves to dance with it's companion, rolling around and slithering like movements, references : &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKyFhQTXg2U"&gt;clickity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4ZzFnA2hJw"&gt;clack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AVENGEFUL&lt;/span&gt;: If you kill its loved one ... particularly the naag it will avenge you. How does it know who killed the naag you ask? Simple! it sees the picture of the murdered in the dead naag's eyes, as explained&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Plg3ar9zjAo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1:37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANI&lt;/span&gt;: It knows where the mani is at.. now mani is the jewel that can supposedly make a snake charmer or sage or saint or saadhoo or just about anyone rich.. how you ask ? Well, since none of the idiots in any of the movies have found it .. it remains to be answered... all we know is that its really shiny and bright enough to make the night seem like day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNAKE BABIES&lt;/span&gt;: If you fall in love with one, your spawn are likely to become one.  That's if you don't eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMRISH PURI&lt;/span&gt;: Nagin in bollywood movies usually has a contender who will play the bin and intice it and try to get the nagin to reveal the mani's location  and that guy will most likely be Amrish Puri.  Unfortunately, we don't have that luxury anymore,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMtv3CIlSFY"&gt;Jaani dushman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(new one) is the last such movie that saw him in this character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Not long ago, I sat down to revise my Nagin IQ by watching the great classic &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eODtU7EW4hk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nagina&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;which is the single most popular Nagin movie.  As a friend noticed my undivided attention toward the screen, he interjected with great curiosity as "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ish42wa35B4"&gt;Mai teri dushman&lt;/a&gt; (I'm your enemy)" played , amrish puri blowed and sri devi gyrated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Whoa why is she dancing like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moi&lt;/span&gt;: That's a popular dance buddy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Is she mad she doesn't have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moi&lt;/span&gt;: doesn't have what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: No GINA&lt;br /&gt;Moi speechless....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2694290457205445452?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2694290457205445452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2694290457205445452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2694290457205445452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2694290457205445452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2009/05/nagins-in-bollywood-101.html' title='Nagins in Bollywood 101'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-7633353986799704526</id><published>2009-03-08T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:41:46.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hinduism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god-fearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mom, I'm on my Period...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no! Ok, don't touch my madi sari (a sari she wears to pray in). Do NOT touch or use these utensils in the kitchen. When you're in the pooja (prayer) room, don't go near any of the idols or the praying items. MOST important thing, make sure that you take a head bath on your 4th AND the 5th day of your period before you pray in front of god. You're not allowed to pray on the 1-4th days. Only started to allow to pray on the 5th day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhhm, ok mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are you giving me that look? You're having it much easier that me. When I was growing, no one was even supposed to touch us at home. If someone touched me when I was on my period, even accidentally, they would have to take a bath IMMEDIATELY! We would be in a corner in the house, NO ONE outside the house was allowed to touch us also ok? The whole gully (street) would know when a girl was on her period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't sigh! Where are your traditions? You have to respect god. You can't go in front of him when you're not pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being on my period doesn't mean I'm impure mom. God knows when I'm on my period, so why these rules that don't make sense?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know anything! It is not respectful to go in front of god when you're not pure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the taboo around a woman's period? It's as natural as breathing, sleeping, eating. It's something every girl/woman goes through. In this day and age, why should a woman be feared if she is on her period? Why should poojas be stopped? In many current cases, why can she not be touched in the house she is currently residing in? Why can't I pray if I choose to in a temple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents happen to be very orthodox. My first experience of having a period in India was.., a learning experience... We had plans to go to Tirupathi (a holy mecca sort of a place for Hindus). But since I got my period, I wasn't allowed to go. On top of that, it meant that my parents were still going and I had to stay back with my grandparents. Grandma made me sit in a corner in the house and at times, I was asked to leave the house for a bit while grandpa was praying. Having a presence of a girl on her period was impure. No one was allowed to touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario mentioned above with my mom is one of the many arguments that run in the house that I currently live in. Every month I get my gift from "God", mom freaks out. Makes SURE I take a head bath on the 4th 5th whatever day. And mom's right. She had it a lot harder when she was growing up. I tell myself that I'll try not to be the same way like my mom if I have kids. Maybe I'll be all the more liberal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, why the taboo? A part of me is god-fearing as well. Is it bad karma to disrespect my parents and ancestors' rules? Would god punish me for going to the temple on my 'off' days? Breaking the barrier of having the freedom to go to the temple when I'm on my period seems to be just as hard of an ordeal like many of the other racial, economic, environmental problems that are going on in the world lately. It's hard to urge my mom and dad to change. It's hard to explain the formula of "&lt;strong&gt;women on her period = just women, not impure women&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time shall tell on whether I'll have the courage to break this barrier if and when it comes to my daughter's first period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7633353986799704526?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7633353986799704526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7633353986799704526' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7633353986799704526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7633353986799704526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8367563803381825732</id><published>2009-03-05T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:46:16.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul-searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burning man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Burning Man... this year  )"(   ???</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've heard a lot about Burning Man.  Some people say it's artistic, spiritual, bonding, soul-searching sort of event... others describe it to be drugged out, naked people, too hot, sandstorms, crazy times... (don't know if this batch has ever been).  So after a motivating speech from a co-worker, I have decided to give this thought and now I really want to go.. so much so that I have even started to think about what exactly will I be doing there and potential art work that I can create there... But before it's set in stone .. I need some accounts, experiences, suggestions, warnings all of that from people.. so if you got something that might impact my decision, comment! If I know you, mention if you'd be interested in going.. cuz one thing is for sure.. I am NOT going alone.. and I need a group ... BIG group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8367563803381825732?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8367563803381825732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8367563803381825732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8367563803381825732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8367563803381825732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2009/03/burning-man-this-year.html' title='Burning Man... this year  )&quot;(   ???'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4409997601888854129</id><published>2009-03-02T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:05:30.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A GIRL WANTS- THE POTENTIAL BRIDEGROOM CHRONICLES</title><content type='html'>wise men hv said, "shaadi barbaadi hoti hai". nothing truer was ever said, especially wen it cums 2 d girl im abt to describe below...&lt;br /&gt;she is a common frend of bra n i...obviously, shez a product f salwan...&lt;br /&gt;SHE EARNS ONE LAKH RUPEES EVERY MONTH...D MOST IMP POINT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw to sm trivial details...&lt;br /&gt;currently she weighs close to 150 kgs n has an ass d likes f a marshy swamp dat even shrek{ d ogre} wud b proud to reside in....though i may add dat she is fair n has a well carved face...add a few inches in height n subtract a few miles f d waistline, she surely wud b d heidi klum f rajinder nagar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehw...nw dis girl proposed 2 my frend...&lt;br /&gt;he is handsm...not fat...earns well...&lt;br /&gt;my frend n dis girl had bn frends for quite sm time nw n they had a "my best frends marriage" kinda super gay pact f gettin married if they didnt find ne1 else n all dat{ oops...sorry.. i gotta go vomit..}&lt;br /&gt;whoooooa....m bk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw...here 4 ur kind perusal plz ladies n gentlemen....is d proposal....&lt;br /&gt;nah...dats lame too...&lt;br /&gt;wats super interesting n sublimely insightful r d conditionalities or prerequisites dat she put forward...&lt;br /&gt;heres a sample-----&lt;br /&gt;1...d guy Must Not hv more dan one sibling...&lt;br /&gt;2...if he hs a sister, she shud b married...&lt;br /&gt;3...if he hs a brothr, he shud b married too but nt stayin  wid d guy...&lt;br /&gt;4...post marriage, he shud leave his parents...&lt;br /&gt;5...he shud nt hv a flat higher dan d second floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frend hs since committed suicide...&lt;br /&gt;please...TWO MINUTE KA MAUN...AATMA KI SHAANTI KE LIYE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4409997601888854129?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4409997601888854129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4409997601888854129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4409997601888854129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4409997601888854129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-girl-wants-potential-bridegroom.html' title='WHAT A GIRL WANTS- THE POTENTIAL BRIDEGROOM CHRONICLES'/><author><name>working class hero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465148421426831594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3wZFk4-Ojs/TGymiPn5cFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/xtfb4pnUnOA/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-7975631001640676707</id><published>2009-01-28T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:16:00.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madhavi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhisham sahni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naatak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindi play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahabharat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yayati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubberley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindi literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindi stories'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V X ] Come watch MADHAVI naatak's next hindi play</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;*** Discount period ends &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;THURSDAY NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( Jan 29th) !!! ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;Both VIP and General seats will be assigned in the order tickets are purchased, so buy early to get the best seats. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;*** Read the MADHAVI preview on &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://waternoice.com/2009/01/26/1-cathartic-journey-2-circumstantial-victims-4-chakravarti-rajas-madhavi-promises-drama-alright/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Water, No Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naatak.com/images/madhavi%20web.png" width="400" border="0" height="599" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;NAATAK&lt;br /&gt;presents its 29th production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhisham Sahni's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MADHAVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hindi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;Directed by Abhishek Das&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Shubhra Prakash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;SHOW TIMES&lt;br /&gt;13th February, Friday 8 pm&lt;br /&gt;14th February, Saturday 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;15th February, Sunday 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;Cubberley Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;4000 Middlefield Rd , Palo Alto , CA 94303&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TICKETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Jan 29, General $15, VIP $25&lt;br /&gt;After Jan 29, General $20, VIP $35&lt;br /&gt;VIP tickets include preferential assigned seating and complimentary snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Both VIP and General seats will be assigned in the order tickets are purchased, so buy early to get the best seats.&lt;br /&gt;Children under 8 will not be admitted.&lt;br /&gt;Buy online at &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.naatak.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;www.naatak.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or email &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://us.mc904.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=tickets@naatak.com" title="mailto:tickets@naatak.com" target="_blank"&gt;tickets@naatak. com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or call Soumya,  &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;408 425 2647&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABOUT THE PLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhavi recounts a tale from the Mahabharat. Munikumar Galav must&lt;br /&gt;fulfill a promise made to his guru, while the sage Yayati must live up&lt;br /&gt;to his reputation for generosity. Both achieve their ends through&lt;br /&gt;Madhavi, who lives in these two worlds of male pride, blessed with the&lt;br /&gt;ability to regain her youth at will, and the promise that she will&lt;br /&gt;give birth to great kings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABOUT NAATAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naatak is a &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;San Francisco Bay Area-based&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; theater group dedicated to&lt;br /&gt;producing creative and thought-provoking plays. Since its founding in&lt;br /&gt;1995 by students at &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;UC Berkeley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Stanford, Naatak has staged 28&lt;br /&gt;productions in English, Hindi and Tamil. For more information, visit &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.naatak.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;www.naatak.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7975631001640676707?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7975631001640676707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7975631001640676707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7975631001640676707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7975631001640676707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2009/01/actor-pov-x-come-watch-madhavi-naataks.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V X ] Come watch MADHAVI naatak&apos;s next hindi play'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-7227432442672571151</id><published>2009-01-13T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:49:17.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senate seat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blagojevich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='919'/><title type='text'>Are we blind? Or just sick in our heads</title><content type='html'>3 things I have heard in the news this week that have instilled frustration, angst, helplessness and confusion in my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madoff gets temporary bail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? The guy who single-handedly flushed a huge part of our financial stability down the toilet is getting bail?  Why?  We are bold enough to arrest people we have no proof of violating the law and we take them to a godforsaken place to torture them and turn their lives upside down and break them in a way they cannot be put back again... all to find out .. the person had nothing to do with the crime and Madoff get's bail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blagojevich is going to work everyday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they are waiting for when he will show up at the airport with a head scarf and a long beard and islamic outfit ... or when he will change his skin color to black and act shady with his homies at a train station .. before they arrest or accidently shoot him... till then those tapes about how he is about to sell Obama's senate seat ... to the highest bidder .....sorry not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop the rockets and Israel will stop.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush throughout Israel's occupation of Gaza has said .. it is upto Hamas to stop the conflict, they need to stop firing rockets. I am not one to figure out whose fault it really is... but by simple math and logic.  Latest stats say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Israelis dead . 3 civillians 10 soldiers&lt;br /&gt;919 Gazans dead... and counting..  there are children in these casualties...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7227432442672571151?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7227432442672571151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7227432442672571151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7227432442672571151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7227432442672571151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-we-blind-or-just-sick-in-our-heads.html' title='Are we blind? Or just sick in our heads'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2425481358967184035</id><published>2008-12-15T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:50:22.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double ka meetha'/><title type='text'>Double ka meetha</title><content type='html'>Is it really that bad that I don't know about "double ka meetha" ? After reading&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/005552.html#comments"&gt;sepia's post&lt;/a&gt; on sweets I realized how much indian desserts have to offer and how little I know...&lt;br /&gt;Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petha&lt;br /&gt;laddoo (besan and motichoor)&lt;br /&gt;barfi (kaaju and badaam)&lt;br /&gt;rashogulla&lt;br /&gt;sondesh&lt;br /&gt;mishti doi&lt;br /&gt;gulaab jamun&lt;br /&gt;jalebi&lt;br /&gt;kheer&lt;br /&gt;soanpapdi&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. OMG !!!  gotta get some indian sweets .. what are the more obscure kinds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2425481358967184035?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2425481358967184035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2425481358967184035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2425481358967184035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2425481358967184035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-ka-meetha.html' title='Double ka meetha'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6440833112153237293</id><published>2008-12-14T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:53:59.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst holiday ever!</title><content type='html'>I am in Scotland now. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been on a holiday in a year and a half and this was supposed to be great because it is my husband's birthday and we had a lot of great plans! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After having worked non-stop for months I was really looking forward to this vacation. This morning when we were leaving for the airport our suitcase got locked by mistake. It was a code lock and we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; the code. Luckily we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hammer&lt;/span&gt; and we broke the lock. Then we bought another lock and locked it again and left for the airport. On the air port after security check my husband realised he had lost his boarding pass and it also had out luggage identification tag. However, the airport authorities found it and gave it to us. Now, the flight was tiring as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; slept in days because of the work load. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; glad to land in Scotland. We went to the baggage claim... and guess what? Our bags were no where to be found. We went to the airport staff and we found that our baggage was left back in Birmingham. Actually, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what they said but they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; sure as they said it could be lost as well. Anyway, they said if its there it will be with us in three hours and they would call us. They dint! When I rang them all they could say was there is still no sign of your bags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its my husband's birthday in 2 hours and I am so depressed. I do not want to upset him but I can help it I am so pissed off and sad! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6440833112153237293?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6440833112153237293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6440833112153237293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6440833112153237293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6440833112153237293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/12/worst-holiday-ever.html' title='The worst holiday ever!'/><author><name>TTTBlog</name><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-5991125164233470972.post-4094266587898347336</id><published>2008-11-27T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:10:01.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='front row theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slumdog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bay area'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un-scripted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppet show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='union square'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V IX ] In the era of Slumdog</title><content type='html'>Bollywood today is known to be more than  just a name derived from the dubious contortion of it's western counterpart.  Now inspiring western directors to take up projects in India with local talent, bollywood has begun to more than just carve a niche... it is breaking into the mainstream.  Although bollywood actors have appeared in western films for 2 or more decades (e.g., &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0700869/"&gt;Amrish Puri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0451234/"&gt;Irfan Khan,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0700875/"&gt;Om Puri&lt;/a&gt;, etc) current bollywoodmania is a result of bollywood moving forward relying on its own talents.  Recent Oscar nominations snagged by bollywood films such as Lagaan and Water, and daring launch of movies centered on the indian experience (Namesake) has caused audiences to look east and forced them to shake it to the addictive rhythms, yea literally, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqwO87mk9Vk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;(Foreign actors seeking bollywood opportunities ?? &lt;a href="http://www.sawf.org/newedit/edit03272006/entertainment.asp"&gt;no joke&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.un-scripted.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SS6UsL8GzgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3PnIOKv8Ckg/s320/GPBEBoxFront-400px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273315700537478658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have been recently part of, has proved to me that infact bollywood has arrived.  I am currently helping out with production tasks, such as gathering costumes, props, assisting with puppet making and publicity for a production called "&lt;span class="yellow_body"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Great Puppet Bollywood Extravaganza!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" yep!! that's right.... bollywood with puppets and even better as it is an improv show!  Improv a 2 hour bollywood musical by a cast of actors who have had a lot of homework comprising of watching bollywood movies, dance numbers, songs, common bollywood names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been impressed by the research, which involved understanding the basic plot line of a bollywood movie, what always has to happen? what never happens? It meant field trips to the Naz Cinema to watch Sharukh khan shake it along with 20 supermodelish backup dancers, rehearsals included rigorous dance warmups, scene work, understanding the emotional range depicted by bollywood where the concept of subtext is thrown out the window.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the puppets show off the crafty and innovative talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you cannot get enough of bollywood or have yet to be bitten by the bug ... what better experience than a cozy little theatre in San Francisco, next door to the Union Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Night : Nov 28th 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;facebook event link: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/event.php?eid=34330403538"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/event.php?eid=34330403538&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4094266587898347336?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4094266587898347336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4094266587898347336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4094266587898347336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4094266587898347336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/11/actor-pov-ix-in-era-of-slumdog.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V IX ] In the era of Slumdog'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SS6UsL8GzgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3PnIOKv8Ckg/s72-c/GPBEBoxFront-400px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5333485568410262163</id><published>2008-10-29T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:54:07.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fukui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing port'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidential elections 2008'/><title type='text'>Obama: the town in japan</title><content type='html'>I discussed my election time jitters with my japanese coworker, who attempted to pacify my anxiety by stating "don wolly ... obama orso town in japaa, bhen obama win plimaly... obama peopre sing and dalce ... obama!! obama!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ain't lyin &gt;&gt;  http://www.reuters.com/article/politicsNews/idUST8454820080305&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5333485568410262163?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5333485568410262163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5333485568410262163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5333485568410262163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5333485568410262163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-town-in-japan.html' title='Obama: the town in japan'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-7389962965547653270</id><published>2008-10-25T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:56:40.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikram yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temperature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Bikram Yoga</title><content type='html'>Like a friend mentioned... it's love-hate with Bikram.  I was enthusiastic about the classes and then I learned all about its makers' desperation for building it up as McYoga... Then I was bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have liked and what  makes me skeptical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the sweating, as a person who does not easily sweat, it's exhilirating to watch a puddle form around me.. gross I know.  I let the heat seep in, here, more than once I have noticed the power of focus.  I watch only my body in the mirror and I follow each movement closely, somehow doing that intently causes me to be in the asan.  My mind does more work than my body.  As though I have caused the mind to move the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existing in that heat (110F) does not bother me but it does not keep me from constantly thinking about what is changing in my body physiologically?  There is no freedom to change the routines, instructors must follow the book, each word.. "marriage of the heart and lungs", "opens up like a flower"... loses its effect very quickly.  Now, some instructors can narrate well even while keeping the fast pace, while others are too rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, it's a drop-in state, would be super neat to see a research on how the body reacts to a workout like this.  What happens inside? What happens long after?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7389962965547653270?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7389962965547653270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7389962965547653270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7389962965547653270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7389962965547653270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/10/yoga.html' title='Bikram Yoga'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-127524727749352809</id><published>2008-09-30T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:23:10.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vice presidential debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet is a series of tubes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugo chavez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ted stevens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biden'/><title type='text'>Vice presidential debate mind paralysis</title><content type='html'>Or perhaps I should just say Presidential Elections 08' ... this time.. this whole process, campaigning and debating.. is all mind fuck for those of us who are searching for all the vital reasons to support a candidate.. rather than the redundant and useless qualities gathered by the majority of the media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eager about the vp debate tomorrow. Somewhere on the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtOoQFa5ug8"&gt;tubes &lt;/a&gt;(as Ted Stevens refers to the internet). I've come across many viewpoints about what is to be expected.... the common lot contains ,&lt;br /&gt;Biden will make Palin cry like a baby and&lt;br /&gt;then there was,&lt;br /&gt;Palin had set herself with such low expectations that she will be phenomenal during the VP debates tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;Biden is getting coaching on how not to be mean to Palin cuz that would upset women voters&lt;br /&gt;Palin is weak cuz she actually supported one of Obama's viewpoints during Couric's interview about handling Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm getting confused since what I'm gathering from all this is,&lt;br /&gt;Biden is a mean guy who should focus on not being mean to Palin because she is a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Palin should not  support Obama's views because only he is entitled to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The factors that have brought us this far in these campaigns and that will take these campaigns to the elections are entirely lost on me...It seems as though the American public manages to ride on a serious, practical thought process that does impact the country .. but only for a short while, and then as soon as we get closer to primaries or debates ... we resort to redundant comparisons and discussions about redundant qualities, tactics that these prospective leaders have or portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Palin and everyone else well versed with the notion that Biden can be quiet direct with his speech?  Shouldn't she be prepared to handle it then? Why is it a topic of discussion?  If this is a matter of concern for us then perhaps we should think of a debate between Palin and Hugo Chavez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it problematic that Palin seemed to have adopted a viewpoint that was originally laid out by Obama?  Is it so that once Obama takes a position on a certain issue it is his alone?  Wouldn't it be better to discuss HOW their reasons differ even though they take the same stance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please someone point me to the reasonable discussions that I hope are taking  place somewhere on the tubes and not the useless chatter that hounds the media or perhaps is being promoted by some media outlets to cause this mega mind fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-127524727749352809?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/127524727749352809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=127524727749352809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/127524727749352809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/127524727749352809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/09/vice-presidential-debate-mind-fuck.html' title='Vice presidential debate mind paralysis'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-906603692695113872</id><published>2008-09-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:53:08.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V VIII ] My Rehearsal Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The rehearsal process can become frustrating and Over the course of rehearsals for stage, I have found the following set of rules to be extra helpful.  I make sure I remind myself of these each time I step into a rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respect people's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show up on time, that doesn't mean 30 mins after or 5 mins after, that means whatever time it takes you to get to the rehearsals and warm up and be ready to work at the time stated.  I hate it when people stroll in while mouthing their excuses and waste more time justifying what happened.    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, leave on time.  Some people take advantage of people's time thinking "Oh I would go on all night with the rehearsal"  too bad, you hopefully have a life.  And when you succomb to such demands.. you are not following the schedule and you are giving out the message that it is ok to be unprepared till the last minute and by then we can just make up for everything we should have done by ridiculous rehearsal times.  If you were suppose to leave by 10pm, you leave by 10pm.  If things are really heating up, stuff's getting done, tell the stage manager or director at 9:30 or 9:45 that you are scheduled to leave at 10pm that way they will know how to coordinate.  Bottom line, if you show up on time and leave on time you declare by that simple action that you mean business in terms of committment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We've been given 2 ears and 1 mouth, use them in that ratio.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen more than talk.  With a large ensemble it is important to follow this constantly.  There is no way to emphasize this enough.  Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep your suggestions and ideas to yourself during rehearsal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a director may have a lot on their plate, if they are performing as well, they might feel stalled in making observations quickly and providing sound creative input right at the moment.  That doesn't mean actors and others start telling them what should be done and how something can be made better.  Shut up people.. just let the person think for a second.  If you feel something else should be considered try reaching them during a break or email them or call them.. but for God sakes don't interrupt them during rehearsal.  Especially in dance, don't ever tell the choreographer how it is suppose to look.. trust me it's only gonna end up making you look like a jerk and not help the rehearsal at all.  If you have to get the baby out then the least you can do is ask for permission to suggest or express your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not tell another artist how to perform or initiate a conversation about what YOU think of their performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When we rehearse, we are experimenting, we are artists are making ourselves vulnerable and trying out things that may make us look good or bad.. the last thing we want is another artist telling us why it didn't work or why it did. . unless you ask them.. their is no reason they should be vocalizing their opinions.. again, director is there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, rehearsal is suppose to be about more than just blocking and learning lines.. infact if you are gonna learn your lines during rehearsals might as well not bother... rehearsal is about discovery, about materializing your vision with bodies and actions.  When I say vision, it is not the actor's vision.. no sorry... it is the director's vision.. I know that sounds kinda weird but seriously.. that's what the director is for.. if you as an actor have a vision discuss it with the director, ask for permission to show what you have in mind, if it involves changing other actors' blocking ask them for permission too.  Now,  in some skills rehearsal is just practice for example, stage combat if you don't know much about it, then you rehearse to perfect a routine.  Sometimes in dance you rehearse to get something right together as a group.  So rehearsals in different areas can mean different things.  It's a good idea to discuss with the director what they want their rehearsals to be about.  Do they want collaboration if yes, how?  All this work prior to rehearsal will make it beneficial for all.&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/5991125164233470972-906603692695113872?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/906603692695113872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=906603692695113872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/906603692695113872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/906603692695113872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/09/actor-pov-viii-my-rehearsal-rules.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V VIII ] My Rehearsal Rules'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8881153330846364022</id><published>2008-08-17T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:54:13.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay friendly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='line segment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abhishek bacchan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geometry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrie bradshaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homogeneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shapes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love triangle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john abraham'/><title type='text'>Geometrical analysis of Bollywood coupling</title><content type='html'>Face it you have drawn it all in your head.  It's time we drew it out and revisit the common combinations and explore the  possibilities from here on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your basic line segment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) BOY --------------------&gt; GIRL&lt;br /&gt;ii) BOY &lt;------------------- GIRL  Nothing to see here,  simplified into:  iii) BOY &lt;---------------------&gt; GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the next step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) GIRL-----------&gt;BOY---------&gt;GIRL&lt;br /&gt;v) BOY------------&gt;GIRL---------&gt;BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most commonly misrepresented as a "love triangle".  To those who casually use that term.. I would like to remind them that a triangle is indeed closed.  In which case, we would find ourself with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vii). GIRL &lt;----&gt; GIRL from iv)&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;viii).  BOY &lt;-----&gt; BOY from v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we find that adhering to the geometric properties of a triangle.. brings forth the homogeneous nature of this state.  In such a case.. a homogeneous relationship is suggested, so by the book we should be exploring vii). and viii).  Yet, bollywood has steered itself clear from these premises ... while the novice viewer leisurely goes about declaring any trio as a "love triangle" once again I repeat GET YOUR GEOMETRY RIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ix). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SKkupsZ2NtI/AAAAAAAAARw/UWQugFx7ni8/s1600-h/lovesquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SKkupsZ2NtI/AAAAAAAAARw/UWQugFx7ni8/s320/lovesquare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235767335623997138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common case that makes for many comedic flicks out there ... the arrows depicting a chase.  Diagonal additions to this will be pointing to a future with homogeneous states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unexplored pattern would be the circle.  Where the arrow begins and ends with the same subject, suggesting self-love or flicks that conclude with the protagonist finding satisfaction within themselves rather than in another individual.  A pattern hardly seen in Bollywood...to its credit, not fully embraced in Hollywood either... after all Carrie Bradshaw does end up with Big following i).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add onto other visible and unexplored patterns/shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE (12:49 pm Aug 18) OK I take back whatever I said about Bollywood's reluctance of homogeneous territory, check it out &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.musicindiaonline.com/n/i/hindi/9972/"&gt;http://www.musicindiaonline.com/n/i/hindi/9972/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8881153330846364022?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8881153330846364022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8881153330846364022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8881153330846364022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8881153330846364022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/08/geometrical-analysis-of-bollywood.html' title='Geometrical analysis of Bollywood coupling'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SKkupsZ2NtI/AAAAAAAAARw/UWQugFx7ni8/s72-c/lovesquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5236259968984624536</id><published>2008-08-04T16:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:00:06.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5236259968984624536?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5236259968984624536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5236259968984624536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5236259968984624536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5236259968984624536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-mr_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-8999015124101840217</id><published>2008-06-22T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:24:31.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='front row theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubberly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palo alto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begone godmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mataji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naatak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOH space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abraham t. kovoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san ramon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V VII ] Mataji and when I read 'Begone Godmen'</title><content type='html'>It was the time when I found myself standing in the temple in a long queue with my mom holding a flask of milk.  I should've been in school instead I was there at the temple on my mother's command.. we were to go feed the milk to Lord Ganesha's idol as it was discovered earlier in the day that &lt;a href="http://www.milkmiracle.com/"&gt;Lord Ganesh has miraculously began drinking milk &lt;/a&gt;.. and not just the idols but even the ones in the lockets hanging from people's neck.  It was the time when I happened to see a lot of a guy named "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chandraswami"&gt;Chandraswami&lt;/a&gt;" on TV claiming to posses immortality, he would appear in a religious outfit and a staff with a crystal ball on it ... he would claim fortelling the future, people would speak of his powers of healing... Chandraswami is now facing several trials for many of the scams that follow such characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this time, less than a decade ago that I helped myself to "Begone Godmen" a book from my father's reading collection.  Curious to reaffirm the fact that we were simply being fooled by such figures I was  happy to find my sanity restored as I indulged in &lt;a href="http://www.uni-giessen.de/%7Egk1415/kovoor.htm"&gt;Abraham T. Kovoor's&lt;/a&gt; encounters of Godmen and Godwomen around India and Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He who does not allow his miracles              to be investigated is a crook,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;             he who does not have the courage to investigate a miracle is gullible,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;             and he who is prepared to believe without verification is a fool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             - &lt;a href="http://www.uni-giessen.de/%7Egk1415/kovoor.htm"&gt;Dr Abraham T. Kovoor&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like a detective he solved each case of a 'ghosts', 'magic', 'miracle',etc. chapter after chapter, with use of logic and scientific explanations.  Kovoor had seen it all, ghosts, saints, shamans, godmen, etc.  A Yale graduate Kovoor continually challenged any ghosts and Godmen to deal with him, he was ready to go through any ordeal to show how logic and reasoning prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kovoor did more than just solve the mystery, when possible he dug deeper to find out what in the person's life brought them to this stage.  This caught my attention more than the tactics that unraveled the tricks.  Kovoor often discovered  common themes in the psychosis of these figures, the presence of all kinds of abuse, physical, psychological and sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These figures whose disciples painted them as entities as untainted as the purest drop of elixir,  strongest as the vigor of lightening, compassionate with overflowing forgiveness and powers of healing all calamities in the common man, were in fact broken,  lost,  defeated and most troubled among their own followers, only they had learned to hide it well and succumb to deceit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about an upcoming production by &lt;a href="http://www.naatak.com/"&gt;Naatak&lt;/a&gt; that has caused me to reminisce and revisit the revelations put forth by Kovoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;a href="http://www.naatak.com/current_event"&gt;Mataji&lt;/a&gt;' is &lt;a href="http://www.naatak.com/"&gt;Naatak&lt;/a&gt;'s telling of what lies behind the mask of one such demigod and what happens when the mask is removed in the most unexpected of circumstances.  While one  might laugh at the specific exaggerations the play presents as it dvelves into the capabilities and powers of it's heroine 'Mataji (mother)', many might find it ironical that often worse is believed  and fabricated to create such charlatans in the real world.  'Mataji' examines where the demigod stand in  dealings of their own human emotions and adversities.  The play portrays desperation experienced by both, the forces that feed the so-called 'phenomenon' and masses that feel the need  for the  'phenomenon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the playwright &lt;a href="http://www.sujitsaraf.com/"&gt;Sujit Saraf&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mataji, born on the banks of the Ganga, has a simple gift to offer to the&lt;br /&gt;world: a loving hug. Over two decades, she has travelled to sixty-five&lt;br /&gt;countries, hugging thousands of devotees in one sitting, sending them into&lt;br /&gt;raptures through the transmission of pure bliss that accompanies her hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Her followers on five continents regard her as Krishna incarnate. Then, on&lt;br /&gt;her sixteenth visit to California, she confronts a devotee she cannot&lt;br /&gt;satisfy. Through him, she discovers much about her powers, and the world&lt;br /&gt;discovers much about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Related Stories :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://living.oneindia.in/home-n-garden/reviews/2008/sujit-saraf-mataji-030608.html"&gt; Interview with playwright Sujit Saraf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/begone_godmen/BG-Sreeni-Pattathanam.htm"&gt;When the hugging mother is confronted. Click here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the play:&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SGiNz2gm46I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Kd5bOHLWexE/s1600-h/mataji_email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SGiNz2gm46I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Kd5bOHLWexE/s320/mataji_email.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217576090253845410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MATAJI&lt;br /&gt;A play in English&lt;br /&gt;Written and directed by Sujit Saraf (&lt;a href="http://www.sujitsaraf.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.sujitsaraf.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Sunil Ganu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW TIMES AND LOCATIONS&lt;br /&gt;Cubberley Theatre&lt;br /&gt;4000 Middlefield Road, Palo Alto&lt;br /&gt;July 26 - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;July 26 - 6:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;July 27 - 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;August 1 - 8 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOHspace&lt;br /&gt;2840 Mariposa Street, San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;August 2 - 7 pm&lt;br /&gt;August 3 - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;August 3 - 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Row Theatre&lt;br /&gt;17011 Bollinger-Canyon Road, San Ramon&lt;br /&gt;August 9, 2008 - 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;August 9, 2008 - 8 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY TICKETS&lt;br /&gt;Until July 11, $15 general, $25 VIP&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From July 12, $20 general, $35 VIP&lt;br /&gt;VIP tickets include preferential seating and complimentary refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy online at www.naatak.com&lt;br /&gt;Or email &lt;a ymailto="mailto:tickets@naatak.com" href="http://us.mc904.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=tickets@naatak.com"&gt;tickets@naatak.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or call Asheesh, 949 394 8776&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NOTE&lt;br /&gt;Children under 8 will be admitted ONLY to the July 27 show.&lt;br /&gt;Child-tickets ($5 off the general price) are required for children under&lt;br /&gt;8, including infants.&lt;br /&gt;There are no VIP tickets for children under 8.&lt;br /&gt;People accompanied by children will be asked to sit in "exit-friendly"&lt;br /&gt;assigned seats.&lt;br /&gt;While this is not a children's play, it does not contain language or&lt;br /&gt;content inappropriate for children.&lt;br /&gt;Proceeds of Naatak benefit non-profit organizations such as Asha, India&lt;br /&gt;Literacy program, America  India foundation, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naatak is a registered 501c(3) or ganization.  For more information, visit&lt;br /&gt;www.naatak.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5991125164233470972-8999015124101840217?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8999015124101840217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8999015124101840217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8999015124101840217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8999015124101840217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/06/actor-pov-vii-mataji-and-when-i-read.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V VII ] Mataji and when I read &apos;Begone Godmen&apos;'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SGiNz2gm46I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Kd5bOHLWexE/s72-c/mataji_email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6172108995312171011</id><published>2008-06-22T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:46:23.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music theatre conservatory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocal lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notre dame namur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway by the bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leotard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V VI  ] Musical Theatre Conservatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tomorrow is a new day.  I can't sleep, I'm nervous yet eagerly waiting.  For next few weeks I will be in class for something I love, something I am passionate about.  Next few weeks are gonna kick my ass and I can't wait.  It's the beginning of the Summer Music Theatre Conservatory &lt;a href="http://musictheatreconservatory.org/"&gt;http://musictheatreconservatory.org&lt;/a&gt; .   Let's read from the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Music Theatre Conservatory is an intensive, professional program of classes, rehearsal, and performance experience, offering training in the three disciplines of Music Theater: Acting, Singing, and Dance. The program is an educational/professional development project of Notre Dame de Namur University, offering college credit through the Department of Music and Vocal Arts, and Broadway By the Bay, an all-producing Bay Area professional musical theatre company. The core faculty and visiting master teachers are all established professionals with extensive resumes as performers, directors, and educators."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember around March I believe it was I saw the ad in the theatre bay area magazine and I thought man it would be great to do this program, to train for musical theatre.  At this point, I'm feeling quiet comfortable with acting in general.  I want to branch out try out other aspects of theatre. At this point, stuff like stage combat, miming, physical theatre, kabuki , etc., are adventures I want to pursue.  I want to see performance through different aspects.  I also apply to the San Francisco Mime Troupe and I consider applying to the ACT summer conservatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw the ad in March when we were full swing with &lt;a href="http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/sultana-daku.html"&gt;nautanki&lt;/a&gt; , which by the way I'm very proud of because it was yet another form of theatre, different from a simple play.  So I decided I would get vocal lessons to prepare for theaudition.  I put an ad on craigslist went through at least 3 dozen replies and finally I picked a coach and I am not disappointed in fact I am very lucky for someone who has tasted the professional world and who know what they are talking about and most of all someone who I can trust.  April began lessons and within 3 weeks was the audition, this involved picking two songs... get the sheet music, get the accompaniment, get your audition practice, get your audition outfit, shoes and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition day came.  We started with the dance audition I was ready in my outfit clearly there are people far more experienced than I am, I somehow get through the routine and then comes the singing part.  Change into dress for singing, get your music, sing, perform your monologue and then comes the part that I did not expect to be hard but was infact quiet testing.  The interview.  The questions they throw at you while you stand their unarmed on stage.  How old are you? Will you able to invest time? Why do you want to join this program? Have you studied performing arts? For every single one I have nothing extraordinary to offer. I sum up with saying , I want to learn and train the right way.  I want to acquire skills to make myself a better performer.  I can sing I know that but I have not had considerable amount of formal training.  I need to refine my dance skills, I feel very comfortable with my acting skills, but it is parts that I'm struggling with is what I want to improve and that this the program that will guide me in the right direction.  I had overheard the other hopefuls answer to questions with following endings "oh .. so you toured with that?", "...was that a professional production?" I knew I hadn't offered material in my resume  that required questions of that caliber.  But this was an audition for a training program, they knew that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks go by, I am hanging out with a bunch of friends who I know through my computer science classes....  we are chilling with the game called rock band.  I ask for the mic since I would like to be the singer.  They have never heard me sing before.  Friend number 1 is on bass Friend number 2 on drums and I am singing to Roxanne from The Police.  To everyone's surprise I have never heard this song before, I butcher it, I don't sing .. I pretty much scream the song till my friends beg me to stop.. it was my attempt to get out any frustrations I had felt as I had not heard back from the conservatory.    I heard back from the San Francisco Mime Troupe, I was selected for that one.. I couldn't confirm what if, music theatre conservatory got back to me ?  I couldn't say no to that.  I would love to be involved with the Mime Troupe and I will some day but for some reason waiting for the music conservatory seemed like an intuitive decision.  I answer my friends' request by setting the mic down.  My sister calls..she speaks of a certain envelope that has arrived, I ask of its size.. it's big.. means good right?  She opens and tells me the good news... I jump in joy I tell my friends that I am in I got accepted... they repeatedly ask me. .. "wait you are going to be training for musical theatre?" After listening to me howl.. they refuse to believe any of this ... they pass it as a joke.. I for one I'm ecstatic beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this is today 40 mins before midnight, the day before the program begins, I am too excited to sleep.  I have arranged everything, leotards and dance shoes and tights and sheet music and I'm ready.  I  am nervous but I can't wait.. coming this far has meant a lot.  I want to make the most of the days ahead.  It would be ideal to record each day here.&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/5991125164233470972-6172108995312171011?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6172108995312171011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6172108995312171011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6172108995312171011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6172108995312171011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/06/actor-pov-musical-theatre-conservatory.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V VI  ] Musical Theatre Conservatory'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8118399580577259851</id><published>2008-06-18T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:28:10.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commuting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richmond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passengers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BART issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fremont'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BART'/><title type='text'>You are pregnant, You are on the BART, why won't you sit when someone offers you a seat!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's a long title.  However, this is exactly what was going through my head 2 weeks ago during the tiring BART commute which used to be nap time for me before the BART started experiencing issues and Richmond trains were dropped from Fremont route.  There was a mob of  passengers standing in every coach, with dying hope of finding a seat.  In the midst of this was a lady who was very visibly pregnant, she hops onto our coach and obviously a seated passenger begins to get up and offer her a seat, she refuses to sit.. huh? Another older lady does the same.. she refuses again with a smile.. I am baffled by this as we are being jerked around by the bumpy ride.  I want to ask her.. what is the matter with you? It bothers me .. what is going on in her head?  You may want to be strong and tough but you do realize there is baby in you.. a living being who is fragile , who is not going to benefit from the bumpy BART ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning of my confusion as to why the lady would happily refuse to take a seat, one of my good friend responds "but may be she was not pregnant" .. . I think about this ... but there was a visible baby bump on her.. we argue about this .. after a set of back-and-forths my friend sends me a picture of her acquaintance who she thought was pregnant and even called her so... only to hear not so pleasant words in a reply... the acquaintance was not pregnant .. she clearly looked pregnant... I refused to believe this .. until I saw the picture.. my friend suggested I blog about this .. get an opinion or something ... according to her I can use the picture freely on the internets as the girl in it will never learn to use a computer....regardless I have blurred the face .... and the shoes ....and the handbag.. sometimes you can tell with the handbag and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SFi4YswQi9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/OFxowKgtcQY/s1600-h/not+preg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SFi4YswQi9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/OFxowKgtcQY/s320/not+preg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213119303151291346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8118399580577259851?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8118399580577259851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8118399580577259851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8118399580577259851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8118399580577259851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-pregnant-you-are-on-bart-why.html' title='You are pregnant, You are on the BART, why won&apos;t you sit when someone offers you a seat!!'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SFi4YswQi9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/OFxowKgtcQY/s72-c/not+preg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-81630492692646154</id><published>2008-06-05T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:43:32.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AR Rahman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aditi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rashid Ali'/><title type='text'>Most perfect song in the world??</title><content type='html'>Kabhi Kabhi mere dil mein... oops.. typo jee.. I mean, the song Kabhi Kabhi Aditi from Jaane to ya Jaane na can be deemed by me as the current most perfect song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about this song is great... When the singer goes 'haste haste haste...', oooh, sooo smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird feeling that this was originally a Tamil song and the song was redone in Hindi (ex. Alaipayuthey --&gt; Saathiya). True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen to the song, and you just want to sway back and forth and back and forth. It's only 3:41 in length but is such bliss.. The last 41 seconds of the song are pretty much the same words being repeated in different variations and you just want to float. Every time I listen to the song, I feel like I'm sitting on a cloud and being lifted in the blueeee sky. cheesy eh? heckz yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my many favorite parts in the song is when the singer, Rashid Ali, goes 'everythinggg's gonna be ok'. The everythinggg's part has a Jamaican feel to it.. Download that song peeps. There's also some parts that has a ding-dong kind of a music. It's the cutest sounding thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-81630492692646154?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/81630492692646154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=81630492692646154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/81630492692646154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/81630492692646154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-perfect-song-in-world.html' title='Most perfect song in the world??'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-1661662998711530869</id><published>2008-05-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:50:56.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nebraska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akshay rajagopal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national geographic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desi'/><title type='text'>Go Brown Go</title><content type='html'>Wow. Check out this wonderful &lt;em&gt;beta &lt;/em&gt;who must've made his parents proud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akshay Rajagopal from Nebraska, 11-year old, won the National Geographic Geography Championship. "As he blitzed the competition, his family looked on from the front of the auditorium at the National Geographic Society headquarters in Washington. He boned up for several months by studying geography DVDs and textbooks." More details here: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080521/ap_on_re_us/geography_bee"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080521/ap_on_re_us/geography_bee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy, on the other hand, always told me to focus more on 'Maths'. Anyway, before I teeter into my self stories, congrats Akshay!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203304868669198642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/SDXaNbMWkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1tNev49T3Ag/s400/BrownBoy-Geography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my eyes would not have drawn as much attention to the article if the boy in the picture wasn't brown, carrying that big beautiful check, looking ever so cute in the direction of perhaps his parents, and siblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, b-check b-out b-this b-video: &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/1792/saturday-night-live-bush-twins"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/1792/saturday-night-live-bush-twins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-1661662998711530869?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1661662998711530869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=1661662998711530869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1661662998711530869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1661662998711530869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-brown-go.html' title='Go Brown Go'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/SDXaNbMWkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1tNev49T3Ag/s72-c/BrownBoy-Geography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5225103618282373033</id><published>2008-05-19T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:39:06.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethnicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minority'/><title type='text'>Would you Walk Away?</title><content type='html'>Following incident happened over the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of my friends and I went to a club/bar where a certain ethnic group were the majority in the crowd. My group of friends and I were probably the only ones that were not part of the majority ethnic group that was present at the club. Two of my friends stepped out for a bit, and while standing outside, they were called a &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;racial, derogatory term by a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the friend's instant reaction was to punch that person in the face, but the other friend held back, calmed the friend down and both decided to leave the place immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you blogtopia is, would you also want to leave such a place immediately and walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you prove your point in another way, perhaps by sticking around to show that being labeled does not effect you. You paid for the service to enter the club, so don't you deserve to have a good time just like everyone else in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would making a stand, not being phased out, and continuing to stay at the club make a stronger point? Or is walking away and avoiding other situations the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5225103618282373033?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5225103618282373033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5225103618282373033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5225103618282373033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5225103618282373033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/05/would-you-walk-away.html' title='Would you Walk Away?'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-3959664141788008198</id><published>2008-05-14T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:46:59.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expired soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pepsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafeteria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers'/><title type='text'>Reason for a Lawsuit?</title><content type='html'>I never usually drink soda but was very excited to see the Transformers being advertised on Pepsi bottles again. So I decided to buy one at the cafeteria at work. Looky at the bottle.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200352030540224786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/SCtcnn9U2RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hxC9-idlW6o/s400/Pepsi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After drinking about a 1/3 of it, I noticed the expiration date. Looky now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200352326892968226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/SCtc439U2SI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mYnVrON432w/s400/Pepsi+Expired.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The image is fuzzy thanks to my cheap ass cell phone camera. But if you can decipher the above picture, you will notice that the Pepsi actually expired on October 10, &lt;strong&gt;2007. ewww. &lt;/strong&gt;It expired 7 months ago but the cafeteria still had it in the refrigerator along with other beverages and other Pepsi bottles with Transformer pics on them. ewww. Blasphemous! Should I sue the company for not changing its the bottles regularly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the pepsi tasted normal. At least to me it did. It was still carbonated and all, but ewww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3959664141788008198?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3959664141788008198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3959664141788008198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3959664141788008198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3959664141788008198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/05/reason-for-lawsuit.html' title='Reason for a Lawsuit?'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/SCtcnn9U2RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hxC9-idlW6o/s72-c/Pepsi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4953873179370500981</id><published>2008-05-12T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:28:34.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural disaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myanmar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyclone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burma'/><title type='text'>And the government was trying to get rid of them....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080512/ap_on_re_as/myanmar_buddha_s_aid_workers"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SCi1l1onp-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MHaYKXQftbg/s320/monks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199605431456475106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click on image to read the full article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related post : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-it-not-be-unnoticed.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4953873179370500981?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4953873179370500981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4953873179370500981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4953873179370500981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4953873179370500981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-government-was-trying-to-get-rid-of.html' title='And the government was trying to get rid of them....'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SCi1l1onp-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MHaYKXQftbg/s72-c/monks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3339753800343042568</id><published>2008-05-01T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:35:21.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coworkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unzipping pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multi-tasking'/><title type='text'>Multi-tasking a little too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah the stories I hear at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195510691629438434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/SBopcnFRFeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7DYw-OHaq94/s400/Cellphone+Shower.gif" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker came up to my desk and narrated the following:&lt;br /&gt;She was on her way to the bathroom and came across another co-worker who was apparently having an intense convo on the phone. Little did he realize that while he continued walking, and talking on the phone, he started to unzip his pants before even entering the bathroom. He was apparently 'still 10 feet away from the bathroom door!' claims astonished co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to disclose the name of this guy. Damn corporate ethics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3339753800343042568?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3339753800343042568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3339753800343042568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3339753800343042568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3339753800343042568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/05/multi-tasking-little-too-much.html' title='Multi-tasking a little too much'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/SBopcnFRFeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7DYw-OHaq94/s72-c/Cellphone+Shower.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-171687919916016658</id><published>2008-04-14T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:07:54.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie reviews'/><title type='text'>KHUDA KAY LIYE--- A MUST WATCH MOVIE</title><content type='html'>khuda kay liye...meaning...4 d sake f god...&lt;br /&gt;saw it yesterday...awsm movie...4 those who hvnt seen it, well ur missing smthng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wen ur in love wid a girl...its all heart, bt wen it cums 2 god....u reason"...........w/o a doubt d best line frm d movie....irrespectiv f dat dat a jackass fundamentalist, wid zilch knwlegde n who abhorrs music cos he wrongly perceives it 2 b anti-islamic, is sayin dat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kinne kinne jaana billo( allah ) de ghar..&lt;br /&gt;asi bhi jaana billo(allah ) de ghar..."----its amazing dat a crude song metamorphs into divinity by replacing just a single linguistic thread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me f socrates...i think der4 i m...this movie defntly mks u think...&lt;br /&gt;it questns ur ignorance...ur blind adherance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthrmr, cultures differ...interaction tks place.....assimilation happens...but stops short of integration....food for thot for NRIs n d like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case ur wondering as 2 y m i being so abstract n hv nt yet delved in2 d story, well dats cos i want u c it and decide 4 urself and personally, i dnt wanna b didactic here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being an indian, der is smthng abt a scene dat i found offensive...&lt;br /&gt;being a secular human being, d above becums even worse...&lt;br /&gt;however, such historical inaccuracies notwithstandng....its commendabl dat such a movie came frm pakistan which is still battling on many corners...&lt;br /&gt;hats off to mr mansoor....gr8 job sir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.......i feel dat d partition was unjust to indians......v hv bn systematically robbed....god damn it.....women frm pakistan are just too beautiful......i dnt knw...im speechless...period!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-171687919916016658?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/171687919916016658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=171687919916016658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/171687919916016658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/171687919916016658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/04/khuda-kay-liye.html' title='KHUDA KAY LIYE--- A MUST WATCH MOVIE'/><author><name>working class hero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465148421426831594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3wZFk4-Ojs/TGymiPn5cFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/xtfb4pnUnOA/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-7124237262300128585</id><published>2008-04-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:41:51.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irs april 15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><title type='text'>Bollywood Tax Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://markey.house.gov/images/stories/pics/other/taxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 132px;" src="http://markey.house.gov/images/stories/pics/other/taxes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuz I was bored and a friend on IM mentioned, he won't be able to par-tay cuz hez gotta do his taxes y0... I created this bollywood tax song to motivate people to do their taxes (would love to shoot a video of this ... bollywood ishtyle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tax kar ... tax karke . reLAX kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apne papers fAX kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phir tera statue banega ... museum WAX par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ho ho ho TAX Karrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chahe jitne evite ayein ... sab ko AXE kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirfffffff TAX kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ho ho hoooooooooooooooooooooooo TAX kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun yeh gana .. karke volume MAX par&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho ho hoooooooo TAX kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ho ho ho hooo TAAAX karrrrrRRRRrrrRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what-EVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7124237262300128585?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7124237262300128585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7124237262300128585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7124237262300128585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7124237262300128585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/04/tax-season-song.html' title='Bollywood Tax Song'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-1689143481211023843</id><published>2008-04-09T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:15:33.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehearsal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre chants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warmups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V V ] The raw and the rehearsed</title><content type='html'>Kinda late to post this and I wish I had written this before the actual performance.  Anyhow. So last Friday I performed a piece in SF for a theatre group that auditions people by having them perform  infront of a live audience.  Yes that's right! I was given a script a few weeks back and told to memorize the lines and interpret it anyway I wish and come to the show and simply perform in front of live audience.   I did exactly that, with a few blocking notes so I know where my reader is and I remain in the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me most was my reaction during the phone conversation with a company member on the phone... question posed... "are you up for it"? I said .. why the hell not?  From that very moment I was excited about this.. the idea of all the things that could be done, that could be invented, that could go wrong... I was ready for the raw stage experience ...  to be vulnerable.. to really tap into your craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the theatre, turns out there are many performances lined up for the night&lt;br /&gt;More actors start to trickle in ... confident people, who upon learning of my purpose at the theatre that night respond "Oh you are the audtioneer... good luck!! you're gonna be great".&lt;br /&gt;I am curious about how they have costumes on and more confident about what they are doing ... I find out that they have been rehearsing for weeks, it's just the first act , my act, that is not rehearsed, because I am auditioning ... of courseeeeeeeee!!! Why else would they be advertising all around town about their $15 show.. if all other acts were not rehearsed. and oh .. I'm up first!! ... Feels great to know that I'm opening with no rehearsal, only my lines and instinct and oh yea.. it's a comedic piece... not my forte but oh well... I cannot refuse that I am more excited than nervous... it's great to feel that I can do this.. how will it turn out to walk in on a stage and not know your every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are getting ready, folding programs, going over their lines, everyone is helping out with getting the place ready, sound checks, tech stuff ......I didn't have my headshot like some other people so we all draw our faces (caricature) on a piece of paper and post it next to the professional headshots that other more responsible actors had produced.  What better way to recognize me than by a cartoon version of moi... apparently there was a show happening next door, another theatre company. I have to write about their warm up... all performers are on stage before the show and are warming up with peculiar theatre warm ups that involve walking around the space, yelling and screaming and what not .. you know the good old .. theatre warm ups... but the one that really works for me is ... marching around screaming this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"DAMN SHIT MOTHERFUCKER, DAMN SHIT DAMN (2)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOME DAMN BITCH JUST STOLE MY MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOTTA FIND ANOTHER FUCKER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TO MAKE UP FOR THE OTHER FUCKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAMN SHIT MOTHERFUCKER DAMN SHIT DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;continuously repeating that while walking in circles with increasing intensity really gets me ready for what's ahead... loved it!!!  (piano fight.. don't sue me for revealing your warmup chant.. i love you guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience start walking in someone directs them to the correct door, I help with handing them a pencil and voting card... oh there is voting too..... The left door leads to the space where I'll be performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show opens, I am relaxed, not nervous, I play with my gutt, it's exhilarating.  It's comedy, so keep the pace, keep the flow, take chances, take risks... it lasted not more than 10 minutes but I'm happy I did it. My performance is followed by the rehearsed scenes written by local playwrights. Ranging from dramatically intense to hilarious.. each is very well written and performed.  Each scene will be voted by the live audience and they shall pick two best ones to move on to the next round... performed next month perhaps, till they choose a winner, and that will be a play performed in full length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this unique audition experience was a chance to reflect on my stage abilities.  I have been told they are looking for actors for their upcoming round and will get back in touch with me if they have an opening for "rehearsed" pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pianofight.com/PianoFight.html"&gt;Company &lt;/a&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pianofight.com/PianoFight.html"&gt;http://www.pianofight.com/PianoFight.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pianofight.com/Theater/Entries/2008/3/30_ShortLived.html"&gt;Production &lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pianofight.com/Theater/Entries/2008/3/30_ShortLived.html"&gt; http://www.pianofight.com/Theater/Entries/2008/3/30_ShortLived.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-1689143481211023843?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1689143481211023843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=1689143481211023843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1689143481211023843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1689143481211023843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/04/actor-pov-v-raw-vs-rehearsed.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V V ] The raw and the rehearsed'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4134930171134450933</id><published>2008-04-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:54:39.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/R_uw65rPi0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/G-qcdoApzFY/s1600-h/Devi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186933921808354114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/R_uw65rPi0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/G-qcdoApzFY/s400/Devi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AP reports that the new born baby has two noses, two lips and now the child is being considered as a hindu goddess ... What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4134930171134450933?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/New-Delhi2C-India/photo/080408/481/613a0661232d4b5698e6a0d02bdd9af8/;_ylt=AjO7t_hDrb5TTcmwHGkr2PwDW7oF' title='?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4134930171134450933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4134930171134450933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4134930171134450933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4134930171134450933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/R_uw65rPi0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/G-qcdoApzFY/s72-c/Devi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4382085404189014291</id><published>2008-03-24T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:58:13.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic audacity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naatak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='npr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sultana daku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbc world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nautanki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national public radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swaang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian opera'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V IV ] Believing in your craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SBCtvrYp1PI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nM19WFTObYw/s1600-h/269802350_XzbNQ-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SBCtvrYp1PI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nM19WFTObYw/s320/269802350_XzbNQ-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192841404969768178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came up on the second night of our performance (&lt;a href="http://www.naatak.com/current_event"&gt;Sultana Daku&lt;/a&gt;) we were praying and expressing our thoughts right before run, when an interesting point was made, people will have have different reactions based on their perceptions to what we offer on stage.  We must not make hasty decisions, we must have faith in what we have worked on and believe in our craft.  I think this is an important message for a show like ours where there is a certain way of doing things and it should be adhered to if we want to perform the art form the way it is meant to be.  There are audiences that we have had and will have (March 29th show) , who are not familiar with true form of nautanki, who will be challenged and will react, but we must stay honest to what we have learned and portray it with artistic audacity.   We cannot compromise the art for those who do not know about it.  Who knows what they didn't necessarily agree with might cause them to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sbasumal.smugmug.com/gallery/4576291_NpEnn#P-3-15"&gt;Pictures from the first two shows : Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/sultana-daku.html"&gt;My previous post on Sultana Daku : Click Here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4382085404189014291?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4382085404189014291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4382085404189014291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4382085404189014291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4382085404189014291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/03/actor-pov-iv-believing-in-your-craft.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V IV ] Believing in your craft'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SBCtvrYp1PI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nM19WFTObYw/s72-c/269802350_XzbNQ-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6862761629532435532</id><published>2008-03-20T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:00:00.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='padmavati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roussel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensemble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanjay leela bhansali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre du chatelet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zimbio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chitoor'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V  III ]  Taking risks and exploring</title><content type='html'>It's on yahoo today, in case you didn't notice (&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.zimbio.com/Saawariya/articles/71/Padmavati+Performance+in+Paris"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;).  Needless to say that this is a production full of lavish sets, costumes and amazing talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; exciting? Because it screams exploration, it shows artistic risks and melding and mixes brought together by an artist from bollywood which we wouldn't expect.  This brings me back to my &lt;a href="http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/sultana-daku.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;previous post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about our upcoming production of &lt;a href="http://www.naatak.com/current_event"&gt;Sultana Daku&lt;/a&gt; (only 1 day left... woo hoo)   I had mentioned that us Indians do not focus on preservation, we are busy bragging about our culture.  I would say that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padmavati &lt;/span&gt;proves that there are individuals who can change that, who have the resources, artistic ability and power to change that.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(tried finding a better image, but oh well.. and yes I know! the elephant image is all over the web) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/R-KVaNsJ2yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HnK9Uxm0-Q8/s1600-h/paadmavati_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/R-KVaNsJ2yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HnK9Uxm0-Q8/s320/paadmavati_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179866799013485346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Padmavati is heavily influenced by the music of India, more so than any of Roussel’s works.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where he doesn’t use actual Hindu melodies, he uses Hindu scales extensively; these scales use different melodic intervals than in the West&lt;/span&gt;. Notice the “oriental” effect of these scales in the enchantingly ethereal song of the brahmin, describing Padmavati’s beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padmavati marked an abrupt change of Roussel’s style, away from typically French manners and civility and toward classical forms, rhythmic power, powerful emotions, and even occasionally, a very un-Gallic ferocity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.zimbio.com/pilot?ZURL=%2FSaawariya%2Farticles%2F71%2FPadmavati%2BPerformance%2Bin%2BParis&amp;amp;URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.opus1.com%2F%257Eehoornaert%2Froussel%2F18_padma.wav" rel="nofollow"&gt;click to listen&lt;/a&gt;).  (source: &lt;a href="http://www.zimbio.com/Saawariya/articles/71/Padmavati+Performance+in+Paris"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We have substance in our art forms that must not be lost, Roussel saw it, he captured it and I'm glad to say that an Indian, Sanjay Leela Bhansali brought it to stage.   This will show and hopefully cause our talent to take risks and explore, in this manner.  Here we see an indian artist showing indian art on a western stage, challenging western audiences to another dimension of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have conformed to adapt our art to the west,  we continously struggle to fit in that group, which is also a risk but I think there needs to be a well-formed approach to that.  Here with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padmavati&lt;/span&gt; we are bringing forth our story, I'm hoping we will see many other stories, that otherwise seem to fade away, from India come to the center stage in the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to see it, it's gonna take some hoping because looks like it will only be traveling to Italy, Brazil and India after the run in Paris.  How can they miss San Francisco... come on people!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6862761629532435532?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6862761629532435532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6862761629532435532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6862761629532435532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6862761629532435532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/03/actor-pov-iii-taking-risks-and.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V  III ]  Taking risks and exploring'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/R-KVaNsJ2yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HnK9Uxm0-Q8/s72-c/paadmavati_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2734586673084145901</id><published>2008-03-18T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:37:08.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phonics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acidic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hasidic jews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acidic juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hasids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phonetics'/><title type='text'>Oh.. the phonetics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/R-A1l23HQhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nk0RTL5W9Aw/s1600-h/stuff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/R-A1l23HQhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nk0RTL5W9Aw/s320/stuff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179198495974179346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2734586673084145901?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2734586673084145901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2734586673084145901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2734586673084145901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2734586673084145901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-phonetics.html' title='Oh.. the phonetics..'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/R-A1l23HQhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nk0RTL5W9Aw/s72-c/stuff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5838743340168109636</id><published>2008-03-18T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:47:57.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple iphone monopoly sdk developer itunes revenue sharing'/><title type='text'>Is apple adopting monopolistic practices?</title><content type='html'>Ever since Apple made the SDK announcement for the iPhone app development, I've been pretty excited, for it presents enormous opportunities for the developers to develop some ground breaking apps; mainly because of the embedded accelerometer. I was so excited that I downloaded the SDK the first day it was made available, alas I can install it on a mac only. I am now waiting to learn Objective C 2.0 (suffice to say, a language that I did not like from early days of my programming career), so that gives an idea of how much I had been looking forward to the SDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I have not been happy about was revenue sharing with apple. The way the whole structure is setup, first off you need to sign up for apple's developer program for which you've to pay $99 (for standard) to $299 (for enterprise). $99 could be or could not be a big deal, depending on your financial situations. But that's just the first step. If you don't want to sign up for the developer program, you can only test your applications on the iPhone simulator and not the actual handset. So once you develop your application, it goes through a certification process and gets put on itunes store. Fine enough! But then is the most interesting part: Apple wants to take away 30% of the revenues you generate from selling your application on itunes. And my question is WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. By developing new applications that are in demand, developers are increasing iPhone sales in the market (Much more profitable for Apple since each iPhone is sold twice it's production cost). iPhone is a platform and platform doesn't make a device popular with consumer but only developers. Applications make the device popular with the consumer.&lt;br /&gt;2. All applications developed at a production cost. Developers have a certain profit goal in mind as well. But since they now have to give 30% to Apple, some of that revenue sharing is going to get transferred to the consumer, making the applications marginally more expensive than they should be.&lt;br /&gt;3. A developer has an option to develop a "free" app. In which case, obviously, apple doesn't get 30% share. But then what does the developer (mostly independent, high school, college kids) who develop iPhone application for fun? Why should they pay $99 to apple? Why should they face the loss of $99 when they are just giving away their hard work, creativity for free?&lt;br /&gt;4. On the contrary, distributing applications for mac's is free. Why? Perhaps because Apple wants to gain more market share in that area. After several decades, they have just been able to capture a miniscule sixteen percent of the market share. But only in eight months iPhone already has around 25% market share. Apple is definitely taking advantage of their position in the market. Think of a world where you would have to share revenues with Microsoft for distributing applications for windows.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let's say I just want to write an app for MYSELF ONLY!! Okay, I finished the app but I can't install it on my iPhone unless I pay 99$ to apple because I can only test it in simulator without paying 99$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the fees for the developer program and the fact that every application has to go through the certification process and then through the iTunes store on 30% revenue sharing basis as a barrier to entry and hence I think Apple is adopting monopolistic behavior with the iPhone. What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE* : A friend sent me this news earlier this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/news/newsfeeds/articles/djf500/200803132020DOWJONESDJONLINE001129_FORTUNE5.htm"&gt;http://money.cnn.com/news/newsfeeds/articles/djf500/200803132020DOWJONESDJONLINE001129_FORTUNE5.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5838743340168109636?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5838743340168109636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5838743340168109636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5838743340168109636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5838743340168109636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-apple-adopting-monopolistic.html' title='Is apple adopting monopolistic practices?'/><author><name>sp4rt4n029</name><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-5991125164233470972.post-130588487139237499</id><published>2008-03-03T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:38:25.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saif kareena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darsheel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indianness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aamir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karan johar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmyfare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='himesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmfare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrukh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hrithik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academy awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapoor'/><title type='text'>FilmyFare.. Is it sad I enjoyed this awards show better than the Oscars?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Worst Dressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepika Padukone - yea we understand, you used to model so hence the stoic expressions, but lady learn to put on more faces and better dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bipasha Basu - uhm.. dont' like the hair and the dress is too 80s junior high school prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gauri Khan - your husband wears better makeup and clothes than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidya Balan - I had no idea you were from kerala.. Anyway, outfit was waay too orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrithik and Akshay - Do NOT like the low cut undershirts. Too cleaveagey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Saris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabu, Kareena and Karishma Kapoor wore the prettiest sarees of the night. Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunal Kapoor looked HOT.&lt;br /&gt;Rajpal Yadav should be considered host the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speeches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darsheel Zafary - awwwwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;Kareena - Thank god you kept it short.&lt;br /&gt;Rishi Kapoor - way too loud... Microphones are supposed to make you sound loud already.. No yelling required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout between SRK, Saif and Akshay Kumar - classic!&lt;br /&gt;Darsheel Zafary's speech... awwwwwwww! he's such a cutie pie!&lt;br /&gt;The na-real awards... nice..&lt;br /&gt;Karan the queen Johar being pushed off the stage by the other hosts.. LOVED the harassment... heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was up with showing Twinkle Khanna, Neetu Singh and Neetu Singh's daughter over and over and over and over again? Anytime these people smiled, the cameras would be ON them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the two hosts - we get it.. your intentions were to be crude and rude while hosting, which you pulled off.. brava.. But did you have to mention again and again about your beloved intentions? Annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. excuse me, but Deepika getting nominated for the Best Actress award was bullshit! Did the Filmfare judging/jury people NOT get the idea that this chick cannot act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah Rukh winning the best actor award - NOOO! Darsheel, you so deserve it more... sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Aamir, we get it... You dont' accept awards and yes Indian Awards show do have questionable credibility... (hello.. deepika being nominated proves the false credibility)... BUT, come on.. Darsheel showed up and YOU SHOULD HAVE TOO. WTF Aamir? You show up for the Oscars in 2000 when Lagaan was nominated and ditch the Filmfare awards? Oscars are just as lame foo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrithik - Why the angry face? You did not have a smile on throughout.. Come on, some of the jodha akbar jokes that the hosts made were funny! Laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wayyyy Too cheesy.. Yea we know it's Bollywood.. But come on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saif giving the best actress award to Kareena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The towel scene - the hosts were pushing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishi Kapoor's achievement award - uhm.. I personally feel he's a bit too young for this award.. but whatev.. And your Thank You speech Rishi, - could've probably trimmed out about 1000 pounds of cheesiness. We know you love your wifey, and your kids, and your nieces, and your grandpa, dad, uncles, aunts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek Oberoi - Awesome! You were totally into it.. unlike Deepika..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kareena - didn't like the showgirl outfit, but your mauja performance was pretty kick ass... Just gain some weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himesh - oh Himesh... What was up with you having the pre-recorded singing playing in the background? It was good seeing you without your cap though for those few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akshay Kumar - eh.. I've seen better performances by you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments made by mother and father through the show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the indianness in any of these performances, speeches and movies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She has all that money... Why is she so skinny?" - On Kareena's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Amitabh? And the family?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so THAT'S how Himesh looks without his cap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, no Aamir and no film clips of Taare Zameen Par." "Look, no Aamir and no film clips of Taare Zameen Par." "Look, no Aamir and no film clips of Taare Zameen Par." "Look, no Aamir and no film clips of Taare Zameen Par." - God I get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I LOVE BOLLYWOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-130588487139237499?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/130588487139237499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=130588487139237499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/130588487139237499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/130588487139237499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/03/filmyfare-is-it-sad-i-enjoyed-this.html' title='FilmyFare.. Is it sad I enjoyed this awards show better than the Oscars?'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-1938314805934564442</id><published>2008-02-29T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:09:00.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='360'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a124/boysofsheahem/blog%20graphics%202/360Bottombig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a124/boysofsheahem/blog%20graphics%202/360Bottombig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I read this story on engadget, one of my fav. blogs. Without further delay, here's the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;quote&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's certainly been no shortage of &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2007/01/28/cancer-patient-has-xbox-360-stolen-whilst-in-hospital/"&gt;sad stories&lt;/a&gt; involving Xboxes, but when it comes to attempts to get the console repaired, this latest tale from a gamer known only as Nathaniel might have to take the cake. As you can see above, his console (one of the first to hit the market) boasted a good deal of personalization, including signatures from folks at Bungie and the Xbox 360 team, and a spiffy illustration by Rooster Teeth Comics artist Luke McKay. As with many other Xbox users, however, Nathaniel's console eventually packed it in, and he was forced to send it to Microsoft for repairs. Needless to say, that's when things took a turn for the worse. Despite calling ahead of time and getting assurances that his prized console would be sent back intact, and including a letter reiterating how much the console meant to him, Microsoft apparently took it upon themselves to clean it as best they could before returning it, leaving only a few faint smudges of permanent marker to ensure that it was, in fact, the same Xbox. There's no word as to what Nathaniel plans to do next (other than weep), but given that Microsoft gave the &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2007/06/21/zune-tattoo-guy-gets-microsofts-attention/"&gt;royal treatment&lt;/a&gt; to someone that did nothing more than get a &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/search/?q=zune+tattoo"&gt;Zune tattoo&lt;/a&gt;, you'd think they could at least give the guy a few free points or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;/quote&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how awfully sad it is that after all the efforts made by Nathan, Microsoft employees still did not see any sentimental value to this, erasing it all. I'd like you to think not in terms of XboX but perhaps consider your favorite sport or tv show or something. Now consider how important a shirt, piece of paper etc. etc. will be to you to have it signed by you idol in NFL or NBA and how would YOU feel to see it all destroyed by an outsider?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I'd just add that if this was my console and got ruined like that by evil, cold, emotionless hands, I'd cry more than I cried for the one whose name shouldn't be said. Those who know her name, good, those who don't ... idk!! Yeah, i'd cry that much and hate microsoft more than I hate Sony and Yahoo combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-1938314805934564442?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1938314805934564442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=1938314805934564442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1938314805934564442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1938314805934564442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/ultimate-sadness.html' title='Ultimate Sadness'/><author><name>sp4rt4n029</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a124/boysofsheahem/blog%20graphics%202/th_360Bottombig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8997673695984383728</id><published>2008-02-26T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:28:18.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok.. this is WTF Random!</title><content type='html'>I go to work yesterday and see this e-mail from bossjee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got the jury duty notification... I called in and they're asking me to show up to court. Will have to leave work around 12.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.. Bossjee was not around yesterday.. yippee.. After work,.. I went home and heard this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Can you believe it!? I had to show up to court today for Jury Duty AND I have to show up TOMORROW too. And it has only been less than a year since we turned citizens. How come mummy and you didn't get called in yet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to work today and talk to boss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How was jury duty boss?&lt;br /&gt;Boss: (frustrated groan).. I have to show up today also.&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmm.. Weird so does my dad... Did you go to the court in so and so city?&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Yes. Such a pain in the ass jury duty is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home after work and what do I hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Deepa, I ran into your boss today at the court. We had a nice little conversation about you. He's a very tall man isn't he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF Randomness! Boss and Daddy had to get called on the same day for the same case and for the same court... I have used a lot of "hanging out with coworkers and boss (even though I'm really hanging out with others)" excuses to my parents.. Hopefully the nice little conversations during jury duty won't expose my tiny harmless fibs.. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8997673695984383728?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8997673695984383728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8997673695984383728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8997673695984383728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8997673695984383728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-this-is-wtf-random.html' title='Ok.. this is WTF Random!'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-5007551718848761323</id><published>2008-02-24T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:04:00.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marion cotillard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feb 22'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kutiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french actress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie en rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best actress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academy awards'/><title type='text'>Kutiya won the oscar</title><content type='html'>Why would I say that? Cuz it sounded like it.. no I wouldn't have noticed that until my mom interjected right after the announcement &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: "And the oscar goes to (Frenchis accent) Marion Coutillard/Kutiya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "KYA!!! KUTIYA!!! WHAT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I realized I should have never asked her to switch to ABC even for the oscars.. she was doing fine with Zee TV :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to kutiya !!&lt;br /&gt;She is an awesome actress no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE: Kutiya in hindi means female dog ... bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/02/politics.html"&gt;For other accounts of family members uttering obscenities .. click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5007551718848761323?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5007551718848761323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5007551718848761323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5007551718848761323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5007551718848761323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/kutiya-won-oscar.html' title='Kutiya won the oscar'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2956723032661651573</id><published>2008-02-22T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:19:53.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE Cashmere Mafia... ABC.. Do NOT cancel the show fools..</title><content type='html'>People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fear out there amongst Cashmere Mafia fans that the show is going to be canceled. They have had 7 episodes so far and each one of them is OMG Effing amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I urge you readers... to go see the show online.. Just click righhhhhtttt here, yes this link..: &lt;a href="http://dynamic.abc.go.com/streaming/landing?lid=ABCCOMGlobalMenu&amp;amp;lpos=FEP"&gt;http://dynamic.abc.go.com/streaming/landing?lid=ABCCOMGlobalMenu&amp;amp;lpos=FEP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't the show just wonderfull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the boys, no it is NOT a girly show... absolutely noT... So get your manhood together, and attempt to save this show... Lookie, pretty girlies in the show.. whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170075028560840290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/R7_L2KN8hmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IciTOVBskto/s400/Cashmere+Mafia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And aah.. More pretty girlies... Well, actually, they're the same girlies, except in more sexy wear... Oh oh oh ... AND guys, icing on cake.. theres lesbians in the show....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170075659921032818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/R7_Ma6N8hnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L7lDCF_B4Bc/s400/Cashmere+Mafia+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Heartfelt argument (in case I have not yet convinced you to watch the show): Not only is this show witty, it is amongst the few good shows out there that people can relate too.. well, not too much, but the characters do a lot of drinking, wear excellent clothes, and work really really hard in real time work environments on the show... And no, Lipstick Jungle is not that great.. I've not seen that show yet, and I dont' care to... I watch Cashmere Mafia, and I will NOT deal with the change of not having new episodes of that show in my life... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So people, Watch the goddamn show online and SPAM ABC with hate mail indicating that you WILL WILL detest them if they cancel this precious precious show... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2956723032661651573?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2956723032661651573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2956723032661651573' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2956723032661651573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2956723032661651573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-cashmere-mafia-abc-do-not-cancel.html' title='I LOVE Cashmere Mafia... ABC.. Do NOT cancel the show fools..'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/R7_L2KN8hmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IciTOVBskto/s72-c/Cashmere+Mafia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8677932634931499287</id><published>2008-02-14T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:03:34.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bjp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bajrang dal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Don't go to the park ... in india .. if you are married</title><content type='html'>You might have to live through the misery again and this time not with your family and relatives but with your very own, happy marriage assurers... your very own Bajrang Dal... read it all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/V-Day_Bajrang_Dal_men_force_couple_to_get_married/articleshow/2783653.cms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If they were married for four months, why did they meet in a park, under a tree on Valentine's Day?" - Bajrang Dal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. once again if you are married you can't be found in a park under a tree on Valentine's day... now go tell the married people .... before Bajrang Dal finds them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8677932634931499287?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8677932634931499287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8677932634931499287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8677932634931499287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8677932634931499287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-go-to-park-in-india-if-you-are.html' title='Don&apos;t go to the park ... in india .. if you are married'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3526666096091642215</id><published>2008-02-14T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:04:30.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kungfuelection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huckabee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peek-a-boo'/><title type='text'>Random Convo.. Haven't had one of these in a while... This is how I pass time at work...</title><content type='html'>me: you're going to hollywood?&lt;br /&gt;S: there is an audition for a bollywood thing&lt;br /&gt;S: it's like a cattle call&lt;br /&gt;me: excellent&lt;br /&gt;me: i saw it on ur facebook that you're attending it&lt;br /&gt;S: yea&lt;br /&gt;me: obama seems to be doing well&lt;br /&gt;S: yea ...&lt;br /&gt;S: i just hope he can give specifics&lt;br /&gt;S: in his speech&lt;br /&gt;S: there is a lot of talk ... but then again they are politicians&lt;br /&gt;me: exactly&lt;br /&gt;me: well.. he's the lesser of two evils&lt;br /&gt;me: i dont' want another bush-like person as a president&lt;br /&gt;me: if that happens... CANADA&lt;br /&gt;S: yep&lt;br /&gt;S: I don't think McCain is a good choice&lt;br /&gt;S: I actually think Huckabee might be better on War issues&lt;br /&gt;S: but not ProLife stuff&lt;br /&gt;me: mike peek-a-booo&lt;br /&gt;S: yep&lt;br /&gt;S: peekaboo&lt;br /&gt;S: that's what I would call him&lt;br /&gt;me: i like huckabee&lt;br /&gt;S: if we ever debated&lt;br /&gt;me: what,... you and peekaboo?&lt;br /&gt;S: yea&lt;br /&gt;S: debate about issues&lt;br /&gt;S: i would be like... according to mike peekaboo&lt;br /&gt;S: lol&lt;br /&gt;S: and I'll get voted ..cuz it'll be cool&lt;br /&gt;S: which one?&lt;br /&gt;me: i umm... took a how creative are you test on facebook... and apparently, i'm a bucket of paint&lt;br /&gt;S: you are a bucket of paint&lt;br /&gt;me: thts' it&lt;br /&gt;me: show's my creativity&lt;br /&gt;S: well that&lt;br /&gt;S: is creative&lt;br /&gt;S: in a way .. cuz you've got paint&lt;br /&gt;S: it's just in a bucket&lt;br /&gt;me: it needs to be used&lt;br /&gt;me: and since i'm not creative... it'll just stay there&lt;br /&gt;S: lol&lt;br /&gt;S: but it says you are .. lol&lt;br /&gt;me: i dont' get it&lt;br /&gt;S: is there a scale for that test&lt;br /&gt;me: no idea&lt;br /&gt;S: i see&lt;br /&gt;me: maybe... my creativity is waiting to get out..&lt;br /&gt;me: tht's what the bucket represents&lt;br /&gt;me: couldn't see the details cuz facebook failed on me&lt;br /&gt;S: yea&lt;br /&gt;me: the send error report message popped up as soon as i saw the result..&lt;br /&gt;me: and then IE closed..&lt;br /&gt;S: it's a faulty app then&lt;br /&gt;me: i love facebook quizzes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3526666096091642215?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3526666096091642215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3526666096091642215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3526666096091642215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3526666096091642215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-convo-havent-had-one-of-these-in.html' title='Random Convo.. Haven&apos;t had one of these in a while... This is how I pass time at work...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-5063994718768113013</id><published>2008-02-12T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:05:00.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microsoft sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microsoft'/><title type='text'>Seriously, I mean WTF Microsoft!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ATqmqhvRgU/R7KGxezHKgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k_T1-NZuMCY/s1600-h/wtf-744910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ATqmqhvRgU/R7KGxezHKgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k_T1-NZuMCY/s320/wtf-744910.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166339907186534914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5063994718768113013?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5063994718768113013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5063994718768113013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5063994718768113013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5063994718768113013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/seriously-i-mean-wtf-microsoft.html' title='Seriously, I mean WTF Microsoft!!!'/><author><name>sp4rt4n029</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ATqmqhvRgU/R7KGxezHKgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k_T1-NZuMCY/s72-c/wtf-744910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6458703999898437947</id><published>2008-02-11T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:48:31.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nautanki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naatak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sultana daku'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V II ] Sultana Daku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SF0wsJvo55I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0CS3XHfuSAk/s1600-h/SULTANA+DAKU-discount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SF0wsJvo55I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0CS3XHfuSAk/s320/SULTANA+DAKU-discount.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214377478653011858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently taking part in a nautanki called &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.naatak.com/current_event.htm"&gt;Sultana Daku&lt;/a&gt;... now hold on a sec... for all Indians reading this... this nautanki is very different from the nautanki portrayed in Bollywood.  I have to admit that I went into the auditions with a preconceived notion, thinking ...oh nautanki... funny stuff.. over dramatic / over comedic funny stuff....nope not at all... first off, you need to be able to sing.. and sing like.. up there sing ... like waaaay up there...and there are about 18 ways of singing ...at least in this production..behertabeel, sher, vaarta, qawwali , etc.. each time we have sat down for rehearsal, it has turned out to be more than just learning our parts and knowing what to do on stage.. it has been cultural enlightment.  There are nuances and details and stories that are shared by the director who is well versed in nautanki... I was not aware that in my own family people had actually watched nautanki in villages and they had experiences that they reminisced when I talked about how I was in a nautanki... (generic reaction of some relatives in India : "Ok so you are in U.S. and you are performing nautanki, an indian folk art, there??")  Being in this production has given me a chance to talk to my family about something new, something that I had no idea was a big part of their growing up, they have been telling me about stuff like.. how no one in the audience would know what nautanki was to be performed till the very last minute.. it was a suspense..and a nautanki would run all night so from 10pm all the way to 6am.. so how does that work?  The script is only about 60 pages max.. so what happens is that sometimes the audience really like the way something is sung ... there are many encores.. a song is sung in many ways to please the crowd.. I picture it in my head and it's like..those scenes from Shakespeare in Love where the audience is as involved in the play on stage as the actors .. our nautanki in India was perhaps the same way... We may not have a globe theatre.. but it seems as though we did have the spirit and the enthusiam... there are many events and historical significances of nautanki that we discuss in rehearsal, and I am amazed to know that I didn't learn any of that in my indian history classes in india (1st std - 8th std).  I am from a place where nautanki was and probably still is performed in its original form and my credibility of being from there was questioned when I was speechless during discussions... I felt deprived that I didn't know anything about all that ... but I'm glad that I am learning... I ended up asking my aunt in India and she talked about how my grandma had a whole nautanki memorized, somehow it occurs to me that all this should be preserved and kept alive... I hope I can do something about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perspectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I'm also taking lessons for musical theatre singing and I told the teacher, that I'm in this Indian musical .. it's a nautanki..I told him to come check it out and then quickly I said.. um .. but it's in Hindi..you might not get the thing... we are passing out a synopsis or scene-by-scene summary... but you know it's in Hindi ... so you know... at this point my teacher tells me ... OH so it's like Opera...and I had an epiphany.....he carries on about how not even native italian speakers might understand the opera and what is specifically being said .. but it's about the performance and the singing and the soul of the whole performance... I have to say I was amazed at this interpretation ... it made me think of how... us Indians a lot of times brag about how ... we have so much culture and the west is deprived of a rich heritage like ours... and we brag and brag and brag ... but to no effect or any value ... because I have learned that the west has an enthusiasm and yearning to learn and adapt .. something I think we don't have... our nautanki director shared with us that a student from Berkeley, actually spent years with their family perfecting and learning this art... a foreigner, a westerner.. felt drawn to what we don't even recognize... we brag but in the end.. it's them who preserve and truly cherish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our rehearsals we were looking for musicians dholak and harmonium players... let me tell you.. for a nautanki you need to be somebody who is versatile as a musician who can read the movements and improvise and hit the beats at the right spot... a good foundation is required.. no questions asked... but there is more than that... you need to be present..so I emailed a few indian music institutions about how we are looking and perhaps you can join us... I received one particular reply that made me ... well let's just say .. think about many things.. It read something like this ... "We are very rigorous and serious in our classical training, please do not send us messages about such things.." Now... my first reaction was to invite them to our rehearsal so they could learn what rigorous and serious really means...my second reaction was... were they confused by "nautanki" did they think we were doing a cheap dance number (as Bollywood has made nautanki out to be)  If they really are indian musicians there is no excuse for them to not know what real nautanki is ... I mean these people are claiming to know the music of India .. how can they not know nautanki... I  have decided  to invite them to rehearsal and then to the show and have them experience the rigorous and serious art that they obviously don't know anything about ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Spin off!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so our nautanki production&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.naatak.com/current_event.htm"&gt; poster&lt;/a&gt; had a footer showing the designers of the poster .. so I go to their page and started browsing and under portraitures..(I need a headshot soon :P).. I see none other than my co-blogger's pic !!! what the... life is so weirdly connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are around in the SF Bay Area, watch us!! &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.naatak.com/current_event.htm"&gt;tickets and info&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/9373567@N04/sets/72157604118917595/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/9373567@N04/sets/72157604118917595/"&gt;Pix from rehearsa&lt;/a&gt;l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6458703999898437947?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6458703999898437947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6458703999898437947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6458703999898437947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6458703999898437947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/sultana-daku.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V II ] Sultana Daku'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/SF0wsJvo55I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0CS3XHfuSAk/s72-c/SULTANA+DAKU-discount.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4788996582881381230</id><published>2008-02-10T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:34:18.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>[ ACTOR P.O.V  I ] Writing from an actor's P.O.V</title><content type='html'>This blog shall take a turn ... not that we have had a perspective on our ramblings... but as of now.. I am going to be rambling about my experiences as an actor.  Whenever I am involved in a theatre project I wish I could capture what I have learned in a written form.. this blog will be used for that very purpose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4788996582881381230?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://prakashnitza.googlepages.com' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V  I ] Writing from an actor&apos;s P.O.V'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4788996582881381230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4788996582881381230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4788996582881381230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4788996582881381230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/writing-from-actors-pov.html' title='[ ACTOR P.O.V  I ] Writing from an actor&apos;s P.O.V'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4487853915454786233</id><published>2008-02-04T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:07:36.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stewie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie brown'/><title type='text'>Underdog v. Stewie... No wait... Here comes Charlie Brown!</title><content type='html'>Yea yea... The game was exciting and everything, but the highlight for me during the superbowl was the following: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiMf5cCDy1I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiMf5cCDy1I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost had a tear in my eye... sniff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4487853915454786233?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4487853915454786233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4487853915454786233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4487853915454786233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4487853915454786233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/02/underdog-v-stewie.html' title='Underdog v. Stewie... No wait... Here comes Charlie Brown!'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-4369950629717964897</id><published>2008-01-07T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:08:37.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wal-mart'/><title type='text'>New Car Smell</title><content type='html'>Coworker bought this new car, and what's more exciting about a new car than the new car smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's sad is that you know that the new car smell will slowly and surely fade away. Nothing that you do will replicate that exact smell. Sure Wal-mart and other car stores claim to have the new car smell fragrance for sale, but it's just NOT the same smell... :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to ask, do the car dealers and the 'actual' new car smell fragrance company have a deal amongst only themselves, or perhaps built up this conspiracy where no other folks can purchase the new car smell fragrance except for the car dealers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4369950629717964897?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4369950629717964897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4369950629717964897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4369950629717964897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4369950629717964897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-car-smell.html' title='New Car Smell'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-8946946687270852790</id><published>2008-01-02T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:36:13.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January : The holiday hangover month</title><content type='html'>Hello tout le monde!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is .. the 2nd day of the new year already...hope you had a blast.  So after all the craziness of November and December, all the holiday cheer and all the jingle bells and two months of being high on sugar and shopping here we are with January staring at us.. telling us.. you ain't getting none of that from me.. cuz I am the month that slaps you in the face and tells you to get your shit together.  I shall watch you return those gifts, remove the decorations, dump the tree, I shall watch you make resolutions and fail at them before you even cross me. I shall drag your ass to work and watch the holiday cheer drain from your face...I'm tough, I'm January... now get your ass to work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/food/hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blogs.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/food/hangover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8946946687270852790?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8946946687270852790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8946946687270852790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8946946687270852790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8946946687270852790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-holiday-hangover-month.html' title='January : The holiday hangover month'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8473853298233929268</id><published>2007-12-10T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:14:24.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jab we WHAT!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.smashits.com/reviews/bigimages/1023jwm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.smashits.com/reviews/bigimages/1023jwm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make up your mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;...ahh .. the linguistic musings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not understand hindi:&lt;br /&gt;Jab We Met (the name of the movie) is suppose to mean "When we met"&lt;br /&gt;however, when the exact letters are written in Hindi "Met" is phonetically translated as "Mate",&lt;br /&gt;so the implied title "When we met" translates to "When we Mate"..&lt;br /&gt;..so yea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8473853298233929268?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8473853298233929268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8473853298233929268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8473853298233929268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8473853298233929268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahhhthe-linguistic-musings.html' title='Jab we WHAT!?!?!'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2187682321686091306</id><published>2007-12-05T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:54:31.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President(s)?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday NPR (National Public Radio) featured a debate between the presidential candidates that took place in Iowa.  Many important topics were discussed and the candidates tried their best to clearly state their position on  various issues such as immigration, economy, war, foreign policy, etc.  They also addressed questions such as "Can we please remove options for choosing other languages and messages like ' Para espanol oprima dos' from all the government services calls, since we are an English speaking nation, why should we be asked what language we speak."  Yes, that was actually a question asked by some voter living in some small town ..hopefully.. who needs a history lesson desperately... obviously the candidates agreed that we are a diverse nation with many nationalities residing here therefore, government services calls will be provided in many languages that are popular here besides english.  During the whole debate, there were moments when the candidates pointed fingers at one another, but in general there were times when they all seemed to bring solutions to the table that would work if they could create a best possible hybrid out of all that was proposed.  I thought what about having more than one person as a president? What about having a group?  I mean when a group will work together shouldn't it be less likely that they will make a mistake, as a group they should be able to give various perspectives and really inspect solutions proposed by others to see where the defects may be ?  That's another thing instead of talking about what each candidate deems to be a solution, why don't they talk about how the solutions proposed by the others will or will not work, and what can be done to improve it.  Afterall, don't we all want to see some of the major issues figured out and how can one person come up with solutions to all ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2187682321686091306?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2187682321686091306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2187682321686091306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2187682321686091306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2187682321686091306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/12/presidents.html' title='President(s)?'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5264858701029208875</id><published>2007-11-13T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:30:02.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5Pjo0WjBcs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5Pjo0WjBcs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to watch this video more than one time. Once the song gets stuck in your head, it's extremely difficult to tune out this great music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5264858701029208875?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5264858701029208875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5264858701029208875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5264858701029208875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5264858701029208875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/11/amazing.html' title='Amazing...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-2152700931491052561</id><published>2007-11-06T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:11:35.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Boss,</title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;At present, I do not have the balls to tell you how exactly I feel about you. The closest thing that I will do for now, is pour out my frustrations via this blog in order to still maintain my sanity, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying, "wow it's a pleasant surprise to see you hear so early" everytime I show up before 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying, "are you sure you can get this done?" If I tell you I'll get something done, I'll get something done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying "got a hot date tonight?" everytime I plan on leaving early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying, "wow i'm surprised you 'actually' took care of this..." sarcastically everytime I finish up a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying, "got plans this weekend as usual?" Yes boss, I will always have plans over the weekends and will do my BEST not to log into work to check e-mails like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking at me like I am some kind of an idiot. Only selective people, handpicked by me have the authority to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like taking long lunches. And no, I do not like having lunch with the team, frankly because I think our team is pretty boring. I don't mind putting up with them at work, but I like having lunch as ME time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;If only I can say all this to you in reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2152700931491052561?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2152700931491052561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2152700931491052561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2152700931491052561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2152700931491052561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-boss-at-present-i-do-not-have-balls.html' title='To Boss,'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-7904143545322074886</id><published>2007-11-01T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:54:37.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another level of insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As many of you have noticed, when it comes to our cricket team losing matches, my sanity is compromised at all levels, for a quick overview of what happened last time ... do read &lt;a href="http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/03/shubhras-depression-yahoo-messenger.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's been a few weeks since Marion Jones admitted to doping, it took me some time to sketch up my initial thoughts about her situation and our cricket team.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127946902040661346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/RyogidMyzWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dDXZTxvlkTU/s320/cartoon_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait !! there's&lt;a href="http://cricketcrisis.googlepages.com/shubhra%27sthoughtprocesswhenitcomestocric"&gt; MORE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7904143545322074886?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7904143545322074886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7904143545322074886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7904143545322074886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7904143545322074886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-level-of-insane.html' title='Another level of insane'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/RyogidMyzWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dDXZTxvlkTU/s72-c/cartoon_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-503070874084134</id><published>2007-11-01T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:19:17.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranbir Kapoor drops the towel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glamsham.com/movies/scoops/07/oct/29_shahrukh_khan_ranbir_kapoor_saawariya_heyy_babyy_100705.asp" target="_blank"&gt; http://www.glamsham.com/movies&lt;wbr&gt;/scoops/07/oct/29_shahrukh&lt;wbr&gt;_khan_ranbir_kapoor_saawariya&lt;wbr&gt;_heyy_babyy_100705.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;Gone are the days when women shedding clothes for camera used to make news. Today, even men are not far behind, especially in 2007 when first the trio of Akshay Kumar, Fardeen Khan and Riteish Deshmukh did it for HEYY BABYY, followed by Shahrukh Khan in OM SHANTI OM and of course Salman Khan in each of his films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add Ranbir Kapoor to the list who has featured topless in the song 'Jab Se Tere Nain' with just a towel wrapped around his waist. While his boyish charm is at full display in the song as he gets all mooney-eyed for the love of his life, Sonam, there are some naughty antics at display too which should have the women folk swooning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not all as a shot in the song requires him to carelessly fall on the ground with his towel dropping on one side of the body, hence exposing a bountiful of the leggy Kapoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) ;) ;)&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/5991125164233470972-503070874084134?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/503070874084134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=503070874084134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/503070874084134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/503070874084134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/11/ranbir-kapoor-drops-towel.html' title='Ranbir Kapoor drops the towel'/><author><name>Raazi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5012752790861318118</id><published>2007-10-24T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:35:28.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one takes the cake</title><content type='html'>Last night Seepa and Dhubhra were involved in our usual IM convo...&lt;br /&gt;this was the result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTLj_3R0-2g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTLj_3R0-2g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seepa took amusement in watching old bollywood madhuri dance videos... not to mention Seepa is super excited about Madhuri's re-entry into bollywood... much details can be found in our conversation listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(22:37:31) seepa: whts up?&lt;br /&gt;(22:37:36) dhubhra: hello&lt;br /&gt;(22:37:57) seepa: how was training?&lt;br /&gt;(22:38:44) dhubhra: boring&lt;br /&gt;(22:39:01) seepa: not surprised...&lt;br /&gt;(22:39:14) dhubhra: yea it's sharepoint&lt;br /&gt;(22:39:26) dhubhra: and I dealt with the uncooked eggplants&lt;br /&gt;(22:39:34) dhubhra: what up&lt;br /&gt;(22:39:39) dhubhra: howz it going with you?&lt;br /&gt;(22:39:52) seepa: usual&lt;br /&gt;(22:40:04) seepa: you should blog about the eggplants&lt;br /&gt;(22:52:32) dhubhra: anyyyyyyyhow&lt;br /&gt;(22:52:42) dhubhra: isn't this bizarre&lt;br /&gt;(22:52:43) dhubhra: &lt;a href="http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/004808.html#comments"&gt;http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/004808.html#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(22:52:46) dhubhra: monkey attack!&lt;br /&gt;(22:52:54) dhubhra: killed the mayor of delhi&lt;br /&gt;(22:53:18) seepa: whoa&lt;br /&gt;(22:53:29) dhubhra: yea&lt;br /&gt;(22:56:31) seepa: dude the fires are just freaky&lt;br /&gt;(22:56:33) seepa: down in san diego&lt;br /&gt;(23:15:42) dhubhra: u there?&lt;br /&gt;(23:15:47) seepa: yea&lt;br /&gt;(23:15:55) seepa: madhuri dixit is coming in a new movie&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:04) dhubhra: what?&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:06) dhubhra: what are you saying&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:19) dhubhra: she's got like 2 sons now? can you believe that&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:25) seepa: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zj1iGoolWEk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zj1iGoolWEk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:29) seepa: check that video out&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:33) dhubhra: maar daala&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:35) seepa: i've seen it like 10 times already&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:37) dhubhra: hoooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:37) seepa: she's sooooo good&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:40) dhubhra: maar daala&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:43) dhubhra: ho ho ho&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:45) dhubhra: maar dalaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:49) dhubhra: haaaaaaaaaan&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:52) dhubhra: maar daalaaaa&lt;br /&gt;(23:16:56) seepa: :))&lt;br /&gt;(23:17:35) dhubhra: watching video @-)&lt;br /&gt;(23:17:47) seepa: doesn't she look good&lt;br /&gt;(23:18:07) dhubhra: wait&lt;br /&gt;(23:18:09) dhubhra: lemme see her&lt;br /&gt;(23:18:12) dhubhra: wow&lt;br /&gt;(23:18:15) dhubhra: pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;(23:18:21) dhubhra: glad to see an actress in bollywood&lt;br /&gt;(23:18:26) dhubhra: dancing around&lt;br /&gt;(23:18:40) dhubhra: even after she is a mom&lt;br /&gt;(23:18:51) dhubhra: cuz they usually don't do that ... and that used to piss me off&lt;br /&gt;(23:19:00) dhubhra: why  can't they shake it after they marry!!!&lt;br /&gt;(23:19:07) dhubhra: sure&lt;br /&gt;(23:19:43) seepa: just watch the last video i sent to you&lt;br /&gt;(23:19:46) seepa: very wunderfulllll&lt;br /&gt;(23:19:55) dhubhra: oh&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:01) dhubhra: HECK YES ... I remember that from like&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:04) dhubhra: back in the day&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:13) dhubhra: she was blind in that one&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:16) seepa: whoa&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:22) seepa: i dont remember this movie at all&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:26) seepa: never heard this song&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:29) dhubhra: one after another&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:47) dhubhra: i used to think she said "mai kuvari hoo"&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:51) dhubhra: "oo o oo ooo "&lt;br /&gt;(23:20:57) seepa: she doesn't look bling&lt;br /&gt;(23:21:02) seepa: *blind&lt;br /&gt;(23:21:02) seepa: =))&lt;br /&gt;(23:21:02) seepa: kuvarai&lt;br /&gt;(23:21:05) dhubhra: or wait ... wait ...&lt;br /&gt;(23:21:12) dhubhra: that wouldn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;(23:21:17) dhubhra: no I thought it as the same&lt;br /&gt;(23:21:23) dhubhra: lol&lt;br /&gt;(23:22:11) seepa: this is the ULTImate song:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kk-66Y3cT9c"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kk-66Y3cT9c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23:23:24) dhubhra: all the related videos in that last video you sent&lt;br /&gt;(23:23:29) dhubhra: are like ... porno&lt;br /&gt;(23:23:37) dhubhra: lol&lt;br /&gt;(23:23:53) dhubhra: dang dhakh dhakh was such a famous song&lt;br /&gt;(23:23:58) seepa: hhaa.. seriously&lt;br /&gt;(23:24:00) dhubhra: no. 1 on philips top 10&lt;br /&gt;(23:24:02) dhubhra: always&lt;br /&gt;(23:24:05) seepa: she was scandalous yo&lt;br /&gt;(23:24:17) dhubhra: i knoooowwww&lt;br /&gt;(23:24:17) dhubhra: dang&lt;br /&gt;(23:25:47) seepa:  this one:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBJBepDOAFQ"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBJBepDOAFQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23:26:25) seepa: these songs are so ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;(23:26:27) dhubhra: LOLz&lt;br /&gt;(23:26:49) dhubhra: let's see who can find madhubala's pyar kiya to darna kya&lt;br /&gt;(23:26:51) dhubhra: go!!&lt;br /&gt;(23:26:58) dhubhra: LOL&lt;br /&gt;(23:26:59) dhubhra: wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:06) dhubhra: he said "mohabbat ka bicchu "&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:11) dhubhra: lolz&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:12) seepa: another one for your viewing pleasure:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3YEa_KU0Yo"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3YEa_KU0Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:21) dhubhra: "aisa dunk marta hai"&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:23) dhubhra: dunk due&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:25) dhubhra: *dunk&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:27) dhubhra: LOL&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:31) dhubhra: like a basketball dunk&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:34) seepa: wait... who's saying all this?&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:36) dhubhra: we could make a remix&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:44) dhubhra: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBJBepDOAFQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBJBepDOAFQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:49) dhubhra: listen to the dunk talk&lt;br /&gt;(23:27:52) dhubhra: in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;(23:29:41) seepa: she's a good dancer though&lt;br /&gt;(23:29:43) dhubhra: did u hear it???&lt;br /&gt;(23:29:48) seepa: yes yes&lt;br /&gt;(23:29:50) dhubhra: mohabbat ka bichchu&lt;br /&gt;(23:29:51) seepa: its not too clear&lt;br /&gt;(23:29:55) dhubhra: aisa dunk marta hai&lt;br /&gt;(23:29:58) dhubhra: i say we mix it&lt;br /&gt;(23:30:03) dhubhra: dunk .. dunk dunk&lt;br /&gt;(23:30:09) dhubhra: and then we show a slam dunk&lt;br /&gt;(23:31:13) seepa: =))&lt;br /&gt;(23:31:23) dhubhra: and we repeat it like a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;(23:31:25) dhubhra: dunk dunk dunk&lt;br /&gt;(23:31:28) seepa: she can't speak english all that well yo: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_oC1D9N-Qc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_oC1D9N-Qc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23:32:12) dhubhra: saw that one&lt;br /&gt;(23:32:45) dhubhra: karan johar is a ...&lt;br /&gt;(23:32:47) dhubhra: Omg&lt;br /&gt;(23:32:52) dhubhra: i so don't wanna say the word&lt;br /&gt;(23:32:55) seepa: yes yes&lt;br /&gt;(23:32:57) seepa: the g work&lt;br /&gt;(23:32:58) seepa: *word&lt;br /&gt;(23:33:01) dhubhra: GAY&lt;br /&gt;(23:33:02) dhubhra: SUPER GAY&lt;br /&gt;(23:33:09) dhubhra: i wish there was a crown&lt;br /&gt;(23:33:14) dhubhra: I could place it on his head&lt;br /&gt;(23:33:51) dhubhra: dunk dunk dunk dunk&lt;br /&gt;(23:34:02) seepa: like the ball hitting his head?&lt;br /&gt;(23:34:06) dhubhra: lol&lt;br /&gt;(23:34:11) dhubhra: and going into the basket&lt;br /&gt;(23:35:15) seepa: OMG! : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjFc_U0UKbU&amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjFc_U0UKbU&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23:35:18) seepa: =))&lt;br /&gt;(23:35:45) dhubhra: my laptop will crash if I see too many videos&lt;br /&gt;(23:35:51) dhubhra: :(&lt;br /&gt;(23:35:53) dhubhra: it's old&lt;br /&gt;(23:35:56) seepa: oh&lt;br /&gt;(23:36:00) dhubhra: srk and karan johar should go out&lt;br /&gt;(23:36:08) dhubhra: and they should have a relationship&lt;br /&gt;(23:36:22) dhubhra: that way srk will get the publicity of his life&lt;br /&gt;(23:37:13) dhubhra: alright i need to get crowns made for karan johar and srk&lt;br /&gt;(23:37:41) seepa: cuz they're queens?&lt;br /&gt;(23:37:53) dhubhra: they are maha queens&lt;br /&gt;(23:38:31) seepa: last one for the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4knjC9WdbE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4knjC9WdbE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23:38:40) dhubhra: i think queen elizabeth ... would be like "well... would you be so kind as to STOP your nonsense"&lt;br /&gt;(23:39:06) seepa: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(23:39:08) dhubhra: wow&lt;br /&gt;(23:39:14) dhubhra: you are going nutz on madhuri&lt;br /&gt;(23:39:26) dhubhra: what do you want? do you have one of those outbursts to sing and dance&lt;br /&gt;(23:39:27) dhubhra: all this?&lt;br /&gt;(23:39:43) seepa: i do have an urge to be like her&lt;br /&gt;(23:40:08) dhubhra: lol&lt;br /&gt;(23:40:17) dhubhra: you might just start dancing&lt;br /&gt;(23:40:22) dhubhra: all the way to my place or something&lt;br /&gt;(23:40:33) dhubhra: with that "chane ke khet" step&lt;br /&gt;(23:40:34) dhubhra: lol&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:01) dhubhra: on that video listen to the 1:47&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:06) seepa: argh&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:08) dhubhra: i want you to sing that particular thing&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:08) seepa: just closed it&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:13) dhubhra: when you are on your way&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:19) dhubhra: please listen to that segment&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:27) seepa: send that link to me again&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:34) seepa: dont feel like scrolling up the window to get the link&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:37) dhubhra:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4knjC9WdbE"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4knjC9WdbE&lt;/a&gt; 1.46&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:40) dhubhra: to be exact&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:42) dhubhra: 1:46&lt;br /&gt;(23:41:50) dhubhra: please sing that when you are on your way&lt;br /&gt;(23:42:12) seepa: tu tu tu tuuuu&lt;br /&gt;(23:42:17) dhubhra: LOL&lt;br /&gt;(23:42:19) dhubhra: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. But eventually we encountered the mother of them all as you can see from the title&lt;br /&gt;There was silence after this ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5012752790861318118?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5012752790861318118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5012752790861318118' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5012752790861318118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5012752790861318118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-one-takes-cake.html' title='This one takes the cake'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2604172413323804891</id><published>2007-10-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T15:38:13.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Choo</title><content type='html'>My coworker should have written the following post, but she looked at me all weird when I requested for her to do so. Hence, I'll just write it on her behalf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker's friend wanted to go get a haircut. Coworker's friend (CF) went to a barbershop, got his hair washed and right when barber was about to start cutting CF's hair, barber sneezed really loud, phlegmy and snottily once into the air and once into his hands. Instead of washing hands, barber simply wipes hands on shirt and starts to cut CF's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF disgusted, but still wanting to be polite and not wanting to put barber on the spot says, "umm... can you wash hands and rewash my hair?".&lt;br /&gt;Barber looks at him all funny, and goes, "why?"&lt;br /&gt;CF says, "Just because... I'm very paranoid about my hair being clean.. ahem ahem.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hair is washed, and cut, CF get's ready to pay the bill and sees that barber charged twice for washing the hair.&lt;br /&gt;CF enraged goes, "Barber, I don't want to pay twice. I asked you to wash my hair again because you sneezed into the open around me, and then you sneezed into your hands and didn't wash your hands!"&lt;br /&gt;Barber had the nerve to say, "but my hands were still clean even after i sneezed into them..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewww ewww ewww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2604172413323804891?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2604172413323804891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2604172413323804891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2604172413323804891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2604172413323804891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/10/choo.html' title='A-Choo'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3787839537385683481</id><published>2007-10-11T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:22:00.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ACTOR P.O.V XI ] Things I struggle with</title><content type='html'>I've taken up a lighting job. Basically it is running lights during a theatre show. The lights have been designed by the lighting designer and I click on buttons to go from cue to cue on the day of shows. I struggle with patience. In life, I sometimes make decisions in haste, later I wish I had waited to understand the situation better. This job has been therapeutic it has helped with the struggle. In simple words it is nothing more than clicking the keys to go to the next cue, monotonous, however, that's just the action. Everyday is different, you must watch the actors, keep your eyes open, you have to listen to every word. When the moment is right at that right pause, right at the sound of a scream or perhaps a stumble, a door slam or a gunshot you must go to cue. It's magic when it works and a horrible mistake when it fails. A mistake, that may cost the actor(s), the moment or even the show and all it takes is a hasty decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit with the script in my hands, show after show, following the actors, line after line or may be not with that very precision, because rarely things are that perfect. I must look ahead, I must prepare for what's coming all the while knowing there is a chance it may be different from the night before. A line spoken last night may not be uttered at all tonight. Anything is possible. I must learn from every mistake, and must keep alert with my eyes fixated on either the script or the stage that's opposite the light booth emitting a light blue shade in the dark theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each cue, I take a deep breath, I click the key and hope for magic. I struggle with patience. This job is therapeutic. I guess all I have to do with every decision I make is wait for the right moment, learn from the mistakes made in the past, take a deep breath, do what must be done and hope for magic, hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3787839537385683481?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3787839537385683481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3787839537385683481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3787839537385683481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3787839537385683481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-i-struggle-with.html' title='[ACTOR P.O.V XI ] Things I struggle with'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8942552852949200531</id><published>2007-10-05T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:29:43.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarians and STEAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So what were two Hindu vegetarians doing at a Steak House during their lunch hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bolo Bolo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117995587280955650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RwbF3s3l6QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zALXKANoGH8/s400/Steak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing! We would've been thinking out of our ASSES if we did end up going to a steak house... Hare Ram Ram! What did end up happening was as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dhubhra and I went to an all-&lt;em&gt;shaakahari&lt;/em&gt; (vegetarian) Gujurati &lt;em&gt;dhaba &lt;/em&gt;(fast-food place). We went to go get the napkins, plastic utensils and such. Now, the napkins were all turned upside down, and when we turned them over, instead of the shaakahari restaurant's name imprinted on the napkin, El Rancho SteakHouse (see image above) was seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, we couldn't hold back our laughter, and instantly clicked a pic of the napkin. And as part of a lame prank/joke, we show this pic to people we know and cheesily state, "Look Look... Both of us went to a steak house for lunch."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of story... It's the weekend... I'm outta here.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8942552852949200531?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8942552852949200531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8942552852949200531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8942552852949200531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8942552852949200531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/10/vegetarians-and-steak.html' title='Vegetarians and STEAK!'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RwbF3s3l6QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zALXKANoGH8/s72-c/Steak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-1415986418181134911</id><published>2007-10-03T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:14:16.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>I see the funnies</title><content type='html'>Came across this internship notice on craigslist... from a magazine that writes about pregnancy (don't sue us.. :D )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/RwQNyojws3I/AAAAAAAAABw/vyK5FGoNKh4/s1600-h/preggers.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/RwQOdIjws4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nA0ZCcUmiDI/s1600-h/preggers.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;em&gt;please email a résumé and a cover letter to the address above and include &lt;strong&gt;Pregnancy internship&lt;/strong&gt; in the title of the email. In your letter, please describe why you are interested in this internship and why you’re the right fit for our team."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen any funnies lately? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-1415986418181134911?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1415986418181134911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=1415986418181134911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1415986418181134911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1415986418181134911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-see-funnies.html' title='I see the funnies'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-584025362826302388</id><published>2007-09-26T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:26:17.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myanmar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahmoud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='columbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahmedinejad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>Let it not be unnoticed</title><content type='html'>I remember it was in a history class in high school that we were having a discussion about how we often overlook the importance or impact of events in the present. I don't remember the specifics, the history teacher had picked a day in the 20th century when a significant event had taken place, some government had been overthrown, however on the same day some country on the opposite side of the globe had tested a weapon or something...The former event was covered on a large scale and the latter, equally important or may be even more, went unnoticed at the moment these were occuring. I remembered this because of what happened in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iranian leader spoke at an Ivy League college and on the other side of the world people protested the military over taking their government and oh yea! hal03 came out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rw8lGojws6I/AAAAAAAAACg/_pXbUAItTls/s1600-h/51atrAxEVlL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120352097240396706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rw8lGojws6I/AAAAAAAAACg/_pXbUAItTls/s320/51atrAxEVlL._AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now for those of you who think that the last one mentioned can hardly be compared with the former two... you need to go check out the stats on how many brains are wired to that game as we speak... yes people this is the world you live in ... where at the same time all these unrelated events could be occurring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monks in Burma urged citizens to engage in a non-violent protest against the Burmese military, these monks besides their non violent stance are being attacked by the military and killed. It is difficult to get information out of Burma because military is crack&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rw8lLojws7I/AAAAAAAAACo/p2tR9Y1ZBeI/s1600-h/410w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120352183139742642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rw8lLojws7I/AAAAAAAAACo/p2tR9Y1ZBeI/s320/410w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing down on the journalists and fabricating figures of casuality to the outside world. I just heard a coverage on NPR over the radio that talked about how monks were actually being killed and arrested. It is a difficult time for the country, what I don't understand is what other countries are doing to help. Unfortunately, it seems India is &lt;a href="http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/004750.html#comments"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;supporting the right side, what amazed me and my co-blogger friend was ... isn't India the country where Buddhism originated? Does anyone else know about what other countries are doing about this situation in Burma? Do let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the Iranian leader, I do not support hatred or extremists, however I do support open dialogue. I think it makes sense to have leaders everywhere talk to people in different countries. That way we will know what they say, when they say it and to some degree be able to judge their character for ourself. That way we won't have CNN telling us what is important and what is not. Many people did not like him coming over here and talking, these are the people who confuse listening to the other side talk with supporting the other side. You are not supporting the opponent when you listen to them, you are only making yourself knowledgeable about who your opponent is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their basic argument : "Oh, he's gonna come over here and spew hate"&lt;br /&gt;my question: "do you think if we choose to not hear this from him, the hate will simply disappear ?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rw8lBojws5I/AAAAAAAAACY/t3-XGGVjkog/s1600-h/24ahme3.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120352011341050770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rw8lBojws5I/AAAAAAAAACY/t3-XGGVjkog/s320/24ahme3.600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogue is important, communication is important and it is most important for leaders. No matter how much we all wish that this guy was not a leader the fact is that he is a leader, he is a leader of a country, a country next to the country where the young men and women of this country are fighting. Why in the world would you NOT want to know what this guy has to say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these two things happened in the last two days, but I'm sure a lot more happened that I didn't even hear of, a lot more happened that changed some lives somewhere out there, which we probably don't see now. Years from now these two events will be discussed and may be something else along with them something that we have conveniently overlooked..... Let us know if you felt something important went unnoticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-584025362826302388?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/584025362826302388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=584025362826302388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/584025362826302388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/584025362826302388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-it-not-be-unnoticed.html' title='Let it not be unnoticed'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rw8lGojws6I/AAAAAAAAACg/_pXbUAItTls/s72-c/51atrAxEVlL._AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-752047480301957726</id><published>2007-09-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:18:21.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rvf8FYjws1I/AAAAAAAAABI/UM2Li8qqShU/s1600-h/convo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113833071324476242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rvf8FYjws1I/AAAAAAAAABI/UM2Li8qqShU/s320/convo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rvf7mIjws0I/AAAAAAAAABA/feGo1UY2T-E/s1600-h/convo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Reshma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you love the way we publicize your blog :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Homies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know we coo! right ? right ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-752047480301957726?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/752047480301957726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=752047480301957726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/752047480301957726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/752047480301957726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/Rvf8FYjws1I/AAAAAAAAABI/UM2Li8qqShU/s72-c/convo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3878202822334486703</id><published>2007-09-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:20:14.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny flick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dhokha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dhamaal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Dhamaal vs. Dhokha</title><content type='html'>Saw two movies in the past few days that deserve some reflecting upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112406052417431778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RvLqN83l6OI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q-7Ne6OxM2o/s400/dhamaal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the so called funny flick Dhamaal. The movie turned out to be nothing but a mix of scenes from Road Trip/Johnny English/Mr.Bean The Movie/Mad Mad World/Rat Race. Sure, some of the toilet humor can definitely receive a chuckle or two, but overall, it's a blatant, blatant, blatant copy of some of the English Comedy movieS that I've seen a pathetic number of times. Most of the while, you're just comparing the desi scenes to the original ones. But hey, I was always a fan of slapstick comedy, so I didn't mind the silly and crude jokes. But the frame by frame duplicating of scenes from the originals were kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112406391719848178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RvLqhs3l6PI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_jztu3YHQaA/s400/Dhokha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the movie Dhokha on the other hand... (I think Dhokha means betrayal.) Anyway, GOOD movie. It is at the opposite end of the spectrum of genre in comparison to Dhamaal. Basic plot is about a Muslim police officer who is a resident of Mumbai. He's basically looked down upon and is segregated in the department after the Mumbai bomb blasts happen. And later, he gets notice that his wife (who is also Muslim) was a suicide bomber and was behind the blasts. The movie pretty much flows into her husband desperately trying to prove her innocence, and trying to break racial barriers. There are some scenes that definitely are powerful and not meant for all sorts of audiences. I had to fast forward through some of those scenes, since my heart just could not handle what was shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an industry that has put forth great creative movies this year such as Chak De, Ek Chalis ki Last Local, Awarapan, Life in a Metro, and now Dhokha..., I think that we should slowly move away from making silly duplicates of English/International movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3878202822334486703?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3878202822334486703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3878202822334486703' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3878202822334486703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3878202822334486703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/09/dhamaal-vs-dhokha.html' title='Dhamaal vs. Dhokha'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RvLqN83l6OI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q-7Ne6OxM2o/s72-c/dhamaal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-1751621722050369292</id><published>2007-09-15T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:22:13.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neoworx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countries'/><title type='text'>Hey y'all ... people from all these other countries...</title><content type='html'>Sup, y0 c'est moi! Since I've added this thingy to the blog (above the sudoku puzzle on the right hand sidebar) that let's us see which countries our readers are reading this blog from...(that sentence structure is wack... ) and every other day i see some new country blinking... it's crazy... and pretty cool....so I wanna know who y'all are, and what y'all upto at India, U.K., Canada, UAE, South Korea, Costa Rica, Pakistan and Germany....so go ahead... say hi! and do so definitely before this thingy's trial version runs out :( available only till Sept 25 :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-1751621722050369292?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1751621722050369292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=1751621722050369292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1751621722050369292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1751621722050369292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-yall-people-from-all-these-other.html' title='Hey y&apos;all ... people from all these other countries...'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4284296861167531272</id><published>2007-09-12T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:42:43.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOh new game!!</title><content type='html'>D and I came up with an awesome new game... and this is all thanks to Miss Teen South Carolina.. try it out it's loads of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do, you ask a sensible question that a paegent judge would ask and you have to answer it like Miss Teen South Carolina... so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D :&lt;/strong&gt; what do you think about the troops being taken out of iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moi :&lt;/strong&gt; I personally believe that troops to south africa and other places and such as ... the IRaq should not want... the us americans and should help the us americans and such as yea ...that's my belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; what do you think of the tsunami that occured in indonesia this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moi:&lt;/strong&gt; i believe the us americans should ... help the indians and such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; umm.. what are your thoughts on the 17 candidates that are running for the presidential election?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moi:&lt;/strong&gt; i think there should be more dates for the election cuz the us americans need help with their president such as ... the bush who should get a date as well such as ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did pretty well... give it a try...ask me another one... or ... give your very own miss teen south carolinaish answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This post was inspired by ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/a65dce012f"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;must-see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj3iNxZ8Dww&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;original&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4284296861167531272?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4284296861167531272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4284296861167531272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4284296861167531272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4284296861167531272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/09/ooh-new-game.html' title='OOh new game!!'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3614802009712057574</id><published>2007-09-11T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:03:39.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An outing with Bossjee</title><content type='html'>Boss and I decided to have lunch with a candidate that I just hired before the candidate joined our company. The candidate suggested that we go to an Indian Restaurant close to his current work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss and I sit in my car and I'm driving. &lt;a ref="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPnVvAESba8"&gt;Touch Me...&lt;/a&gt; The song in Dhoom Two is playing in the background. Boss and I are intensely discussing work issues and then right at the very moment when both of us get silent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song on the car stereo goes "&lt;em&gt;Touch me, don't touch me, come touch me, don't touch me... COME TOUCH ME SONIYAAAA!"&lt;/em&gt; Thanks Alisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward... I want to turn off the radio but feel that if I DO turn it off now, Boss may think that I AM feeling awkward. Also, what if he never heard this song before and is enjoying it. Me changing the song would disrupt his enjoyment... Don't want to upset the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst my thoughts, Boss bursts out saying, "Did you know Bipasha Basu and John Abraham broke up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! No Way!" Thankful that the awkwardness ended with discussion of mindless Bolly gossip. And OMG... Bipasha and John did break up.. Is it because she smooched with that other foreign soccer dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news..., Dhubhra just pointed out to me that conversations about Britney Spears's recent VMA performance are taking place at her work right now.. ho-hum. Britney, stop with the whatever it is that you do, which is considered as 'music' by some. You've made enough money for you, your kids, and several others to live comfortably. So take care of your two boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3614802009712057574?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3614802009712057574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3614802009712057574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3614802009712057574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3614802009712057574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/09/outing-with-bossjee.html' title='An outing with Bossjee'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6644809592468966738</id><published>2007-09-05T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:23:05.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crocodile tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iraq'/><title type='text'>Wow.. just ... Wow</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070904/ap_on_re_us/bush_biography"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reactions in the order of their occurence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What?&lt;br /&gt;2. Did another one of his buddies (Attorney General) resign or got fired? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Oh no... one of the democrats in congress must have asked a tough question ... um ... i don't know like ... what's the strategy for Iraq?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Wait a minute... you don't gotta cry if the Britishers are dropping out from war! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There there... hush now.. it's ok .. hardly a year left .. no need to fake it... we get it.. we're screwed ... now how about you wipe off your tears (I'm sure some of those idiots who voted for you, are already wasting their sympathies on you and before you know it... those poll ratings will show it ) and go cook up some other "justifications" for why we are where we are ... yea you go and do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason... the following picture seemed appropriate for this entry... don't know why... just kinda ... you know ... made sense... what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/animalscienceclub/croccry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/animalscienceclub/croccry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6644809592468966738?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6644809592468966738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6644809592468966738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6644809592468966738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6644809592468966738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-just-wow.html' title='Wow.. just ... Wow'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-1017220501635624360</id><published>2007-08-27T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:23:55.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nirma'/><title type='text'>Mr or Miss Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RtM-HIShA7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NB60zm_OCTE/s1600-h/Nirma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103491094946055090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RtM-HIShA7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NB60zm_OCTE/s400/Nirma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was talking to a friend the other day. She seemed a bit down since she just broke up with her boyfriend. Conversation went something like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Ok I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea.. Break ups suck...&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yea.. I shouldn't have wasted time on him&lt;br /&gt;Me: Happens..&lt;br /&gt;Her: Well.. at least I'm still clean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean.. Hmm.. Nothing sexually 'drastic' happened between the two of them, and so she thinks of it as clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word bothered me since this is an outlook a lot of Indian girls or girls in general have. &lt;em&gt;If I have not done a certain things, I am clean...&lt;/em&gt; Are girls supposed to take pride if they are? What about those that do take 'drastic measures' and 'taint' themselves? Is 'tainted' the word to use to describe these type of girls now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the mens's perspectives? Are girls looked at as clean or dirty depending on their past actions? What is the line between being clean and being dirty? Is this even a fair question to ask in the first place? I think not.. But obviously, my fellow friend and many others do seem to give a lot of unsignificant importance to staying a certain way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103491180845401026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RtM-MIShA8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/IdFiBRTXaYU/s400/MRclean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-1017220501635624360?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1017220501635624360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=1017220501635624360' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1017220501635624360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1017220501635624360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/08/mr-or-miss-clean.html' title='Mr or Miss Clean'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RtM-HIShA7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NB60zm_OCTE/s72-c/Nirma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2754505663256416726</id><published>2007-08-27T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:25:11.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rickshaw'/><title type='text'>Bhaarat Mahan</title><content type='html'>Hey...I had some rather "Lovely" incidents during that transition from USA to India. Firstly, at the Barber's at New Park Mall. That lady was rather chatty..and seemed to think that I was an encyclopedia on India. (Heck! I've seen more of the US than India) :P&lt;br /&gt;Then came the million dollar question: How much does a haircut cost in India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erk..my answer almost killed her. Rs. 20..so that's 40 cents! She looked like she was going to faint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, when I got back, a rickshaw waala who rides me from school to home quite frequently inquired where I'd been all these months..when I told him I was in the US, he wanted to know how much the "kiraaya" is for a rikshaw in the US. :/ erk erk erk erk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uff!! Another one tells me...."Apna desh hi accha hai Udit ji, jo bhi keh lo. Wahan pata hai, ladke-ladke shaadi karte hain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oho! erk. yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apna Bhaarat Mahan. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2754505663256416726?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2754505663256416726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2754505663256416726' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2754505663256416726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2754505663256416726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/08/bhaarat-mahan.html' title='Bhaarat Mahan'/><author><name>Raazi</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5039931845494803385</id><published>2007-08-21T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:26:17.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Rehman Rocks</title><content type='html'>So the following conversation took place a while ago between a friend and moi... enjoyee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: quoi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: i was listening to some old rehman songs in my friends car&lt;br /&gt;movies like hindustani&lt;br /&gt;jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: did you listen to patti rap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: oh my god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: patti rap&lt;br /&gt;patti rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: i so much feel like commitiing suicide on listening to the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;i like all teh songs in tamil since i wont understand it&lt;br /&gt;in hindi translation... hey bhagwan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: tum ho gnaani&lt;br /&gt;tum ho gnaani&lt;br /&gt;mirzapur keyyyyy... tum ho gnaani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: telephone dhoon main hasney walee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: melbourne mein machalne waali&lt;br /&gt;zakir hussain tabla tu hai kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: who the f--k laughs like a cellphone ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;angers me&lt;br /&gt;some seriously uneducated scrwed up SOB (pardon my french) wrote this shiz and so much wanted to get inside the radio and squeeze that person's neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh come on! they're good songs.. classics bhai&lt;br /&gt;showroom mein&lt;br /&gt;saajan tumhe kuch bhi chune na dungi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: ur kidding right&lt;br /&gt;tell me ur kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: omg! all the lyrics are coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;patti rap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: and the typical sp bala wannabees singing these pathetic lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: heyyy! SPB rocks..&lt;br /&gt;50 KG tajmal meraa he&lt;br /&gt;choona bhatti jhopad patti ragdam patti patti rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: you are a maestro&lt;br /&gt;logging off now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: k.. last words before you logging off..&lt;br /&gt;latka laga diya humne&lt;br /&gt;jhatka laga diya tumne... TADA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the aim convo I went onto to musicindiaonline and listened to all such infamous Rehman songs. Hai re hai re hai rabba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5039931845494803385?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5039931845494803385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5039931845494803385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5039931845494803385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5039931845494803385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/08/rehman-rocks.html' title='Rehman Rocks'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-1491958074221910417</id><published>2007-08-07T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:27:24.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Ode to Marriage...yet again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(First, some &lt;a href="http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/kundali-doesnt-match.html"&gt;background&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 7 and a 1/2 year old cousin Pooja (pyaar se usko 'pooj' bulaati hoon) and I had the following convo recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pooj... Ask your parents to send you to California. We can go bike riding, I can take you guys to SF, we can go to the park...&lt;br /&gt;Pooj: Yea... I'll ask them... But we're going to be going to India soon...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really... When are you guys planning on going?&lt;br /&gt;Pooj: Oh umm.. really soon...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cool.. But when?&lt;br /&gt;Pooj: Umm... for your marriage...&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHAHHHAHAH...&lt;br /&gt;Pooj: heehee..&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHA.. Pooja... can you PLEASE tell your parents that I'm not planning on getting married anytime soon.. and to hold off on going to India... HAHAHHHHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went through a couple of emotions after this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Anger: that my family had the nerve to think that I was getting married "really soon"... umm excuse me.. but where's the ladka?&lt;br /&gt;Amused: that the 7-year old is looking forward to going to India for my (laughter) wedding..&lt;br /&gt;Moody: here we go again.. I thought I escaped the whole marriage topic for a while.. It's like a tick.. that never leaves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-1491958074221910417?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1491958074221910417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=1491958074221910417' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1491958074221910417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1491958074221910417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/08/ode-to-marriageyet-again.html' title='Ode to Marriage...yet again...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3087270565945528068</id><published>2007-08-05T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:28:25.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jetlag'/><title type='text'>Baby Deliveries on TV</title><content type='html'>I love baby deliveries on TV.. now as a result of the jetlag or my own inability to not sleep at the right time I somehow have started watching episodes of LOST online. I'm at the episode where the pregnant lady is about to have the baby and everything is going crazy... and I just realized that I truly enjoy watching baby deliveries on fictitious tv shows. I also would like to know where they get the actual babies from, the ones that are born... I remember the time Jane Seymour had a baby on TV, that was the "Medicine Woman" show and her husband had to deliver the baby in the middle of a desert or a field I think..I mean she was a doctor but dude she can't deliver her own baby.. no matter how good a doctor she is... she had to walk him through it... that's like cheating.. but oh well... Then there was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Apocalypto, &lt;/span&gt;the movie where the lady had a baby while she was drowning... I mean it practically popped out... not kidding..and lo and behold I actually found the &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=AGF1LIYJWWY"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; on youTube, the last part is kinda disturbing.. so yea.. I still have to watch who delivers the baby in LOST, there are two guys and one lady with the pregnant lady, I wonder who it'll be...um so yea..that's about it... feel free to comment on any baby deliveries that have caught your attention on TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3087270565945528068?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3087270565945528068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3087270565945528068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3087270565945528068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3087270565945528068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/08/baby-deliveries-on-tv.html' title='Baby Deliveries on TV'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5937444058452861654</id><published>2007-07-31T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:54:22.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap... Crack... Ouch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember that previous company I used to work for about four months ago... Yea... the one that I was so eager to get out of..., it's being infested with "rats/mice". Yup... Who knew that a Fortune 500 company in the heart of the Silicon Valley would be a home for species other than humans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach, my super cool best ex-coworker, mentioned to me last week that they saw "mice/rats" around work. She mentioned to me that the "mice/rats" were not as big as rats but not as small and cute as mice.... So anyway, she out traps... And... da da da dum... a "mice/rat" gets trapped... Don't get freaked out... but the pic is a bit gruesome... I actually had to cringe and turn away from my computer after I saw the pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the reactions that I got so far after several people saw the pic:&lt;br /&gt;"EWWW! That is pretty yucky!"&lt;br /&gt;"Heh Heh Heh" evil laughter&lt;br /&gt;"That's funny... though not for the rat ;)"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for ruining my appetite..." (angry faced coworker)&lt;br /&gt;"Rats??? no f#cking way!!!... like, animal rats"&lt;br /&gt;"ew ew ew"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093513247360391090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/Rq_LT9epl7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Yzd-xMnkOW0/s400/Rats.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5937444058452861654?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5937444058452861654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5937444058452861654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5937444058452861654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5937444058452861654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/07/snap-crack-ouch.html' title='Snap... Crack... Ouch...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/Rq_LT9epl7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Yzd-xMnkOW0/s72-c/Rats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3329790805809646151</id><published>2007-07-27T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:29:06.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>80s Obsession</title><content type='html'>OMG! There's going to be another 80s partee this weekend yo! Excitement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played absolutely NO Paula Abdul the last 80s party I went to... What the fuck? Oh and didn't play A-Ha either... I mean come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... for those of you who were not aware..., Dhubhra is currently in India at the moment... :(( Dhubhra... I miss our lunch hour rambles... I am forced to having lunch with my co-workers or bringing lunch from home! Bringing lunch from home isn't half as bad.. Mummy's been packing it all nice for me. Yesterday, she packed chutney, rice, and dal in a way where the three of them didn't get all mixed up and mushed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Dhubhra is bringing back some Chocolate Eclairs and Perk Candy Bars pour moi... And did anyone ever notice that Cadbury there tastes like a million times better than the Cadbury here in the US...? I remember the Dairy Milk commercials that used to air in India.. They were so warm and emotional and happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will keep everyone posted on what goes on at the 80s party... (touched for the very first time... like a vi-i-i-irgin...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3329790805809646151?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3329790805809646151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3329790805809646151' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3329790805809646151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3329790805809646151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/07/80s-obsession.html' title='80s Obsession'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-1016551855785721591</id><published>2007-07-16T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:23:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training and Eggplants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bossjee &lt;/em&gt;wanted to put me through some training to build skills and blah. So I was really excited to go to training yesterday morning. Training is good due to the fact that everything is "company paid" and you get a free lunch... Turned out that the class was just a repetition of shit that I already know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... I did not lose spirit! Until lunch came along that is... The instructor allowed a mere 40 minute lunch. Bitch! She went off saying, "you guys don't need a whole hour of lunch do you? do you??" ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was super hungry and to add to that the only thing that was available for vegetarians was this nasty eggplant curry. See picture below. There are only specific ways to cook an eggplant and the thing that was served for lunch, was NOT the way to cook it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least they had some pretty awesome cookies. They were super warm and soft. So that kept me content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088279553788767234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/Rp0zS5l2bAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w3OYXUL_3AQ/s400/Eggplant.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-1016551855785721591?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/1016551855785721591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=1016551855785721591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1016551855785721591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/1016551855785721591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/07/training-and-eggplants.html' title='Training and Eggplants'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/Rp0zS5l2bAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w3OYXUL_3AQ/s72-c/Eggplant.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2233592713107550421</id><published>2007-07-13T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:53:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Fruits vs. Religious Nuts</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I guess I should do the whole "blah-blah-blah it's been a while since I blah-blah-blah on this blog"... But screw it. Here. Tell me what you think of the following. July 12th, first time in history of the U.S., a Hindu (which is why I'd think you guys would be interested) delivered a morning invocation in Senate. A couple of Christian fanatics&lt;br /&gt;rudely interrupted him and started talking sh!t. Well, let the link speak for itself... Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thinkprogress.org/2007/07/12/christian-right-disrupts-first-hindu-prayer-in-the-senate/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2233592713107550421?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2233592713107550421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2233592713107550421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2233592713107550421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2233592713107550421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/07/spiritual-fruits-vs-religious-nuts.html' title='Spiritual Fruits vs. Religious Nuts'/><author><name>Chebu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827057585314554004</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-5991125164233470972.post-8053661842432287890</id><published>2007-07-13T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:49:53.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random AIM convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RpfzSZl2a_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pYxCYN0VHiY/s1600-h/Rocher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086801801571101682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RpfzSZl2a_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pYxCYN0VHiY/s400/Rocher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: i ate 2 rochers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: where are mine?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: eheheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: aaaahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: now i'm craving them! x-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: don't EVER do that to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: dude i have urz..ill eat em too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: ehehhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: aaaaaaaargh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: just wanted to let u know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: torture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: agony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: omg woman chill ill get u some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: our vending machines are crap here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: who needs pretzels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: serious dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: vending machines with rochers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: divineeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: omg! i would move into it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: hhahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8053661842432287890?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8053661842432287890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8053661842432287890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8053661842432287890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8053661842432287890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-aim-convo.html' title='Random AIM convo'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RpfzSZl2a_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/pYxCYN0VHiY/s72-c/Rocher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8913740745885455556</id><published>2007-07-12T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:30:08.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No makeup, No TV, No cellphones, No toilet bowls...</title><content type='html'>... for two nights and three days... and I survived... on top of it all, I survived without complaints or whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bunch of us went camping in the most desolate yet beautiful area ever. See pic... aah.. beeeyouteefull isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086474997509548994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RpbKD5l2a8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V-UA4nvWrKQ/s400/Sword+Lake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting to our camping area was an ordeal. For someone that has never been backpacking or camping, I had absolutely no idea on what to expect. I was given the following advice, "Pack light." "Light" can have absolutely no meaning for someone that has a purse that weighs half her size. But somehow, I tried to cram in two nights and three days worth of clothing, food, and bare essentials into a single.. I repeat... single backpack. Yes yes... take a moment to be proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to getting to the camping area... We had to take a trail... The trail was about a 2.5-3 mile hike into this forest. See picture of a part of the trail.. Don't you LOVE the greenery? oohs and aahs everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086476071251373010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RpbLCZl2a9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/S91fMthT51I/s400/Trail.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So anyway, the group tried to leave as early as possible from civilization so that we would not have to hike the trail in the night time and avoid being attacked by bears... But fact of life readers... When you have a group more of than two... ok, more than three individuals..., it is near to impossible to have things happen according to plans... Throw a brown person into the group, and it IS impossible to have things go as planned. Hence, we ended up hiking the trail in the night time. And no.. No bears were sighted. Thank god! (But on the way back from camping, my friend thought he heard a rattle snake... Rattle snakes are only existent in the desert silly...) Each of us had mini headlights taped to our heads, which made us look like miners. Awesomeness at its best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time we got to the camping site, it was around 10PM I think. Oh did I mention that I did not carry a watch during the trip. It was bliss! First thing I told my friends when we reached there was, "sniff sniff... I am soaking in the fact that I won't have to wake up to my cell phone alarm tomorrow"... aaahhhh blissssss...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the time was spent at the lake, hiking, drinking, more drinking, yapping, applying excessive sunscreen (yes yes, even I, the 'brown' one applied sunscreen), cooking, getting attacked by flies, shoveling a hole in the ground so that we can do our business, flick crawling ants from the tent... ooh, here's a pic of the tent...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086477707633912802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RpbMhpl2a-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/surCqWwx-wY/s400/Tent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camping has told me taught me to appreciate the little things in life. Like..., combing your hair. How living in the wild without a comb can make your hair feel like plastic. And the comfort of bottled water. I had to pump water into bottles from the lake. It was a great task, but Dasani all the way baby! And the stars.... I have never seen so many fucking stars in my life. I could even see the hazy Milky Way spread across the sky. I was reminded of every song that had the something to do with stars while I watched them. &lt;em&gt;You can be my lucky star... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oooh, which reminds me... I went to an 80s party a couple of weekends ago, which deserves another post... &lt;em&gt;starlight... starbright!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8913740745885455556?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8913740745885455556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8913740745885455556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8913740745885455556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8913740745885455556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-makeup-no-tv-no-cellphones-no-toilet.html' title='No makeup, No TV, No cellphones, No toilet bowls...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RpbKD5l2a8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V-UA4nvWrKQ/s72-c/Sword+Lake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-5740758870936172933</id><published>2007-06-24T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:18:26.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asia.msu.edu/southasia/Nepal/Kumari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.asia.msu.edu/southasia/Nepal/Kumari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those moments when I give up clicking through all the stations on the radio, when I have already heard the CD in the player enough times and my only resort is the NPR channel, which believe it or not has saved me from listening to a lot of senseless music and brought me stories I couldn't have come across if I spent a whole week at a bookstore. This particular story caught me with awe. This is the story of &lt;a href="http://www.visitnepal.com/nepal_information/kumari.php"&gt;Kumaris&lt;/a&gt;. The NPR segment talked about the Nepalese living child Goddess who was visiting America to attend film festivals featuring a short film made on her lifestyle as a Kumari and many others like her. Kumaris are believed to be Goddess living in the body of a girl child who has all 32 signs determined by the Nepalese tradition. Kumaris as young as the age of 6 are taken to the "Kumari Ghar", with the will of their family where they will spend another 5 - 6 years being worshipped. I giggled as I heard the part where the Kumari visits an American elementary school and is faced with remarks such as "wow, i never met a goddess before", the kids watch her make up and stature in awe as she reciprocates the same, they are foreign to her, a Kumari's life is spent in isolation where she is worshiped by priests, her own parents (that I think is super cool) and many others who want her blessings to prosper. Her feet must not touch the ground, she must not be injured, one of the students asks the lady accompanying Kumari, "will she always remain a Goddess?" the answer is no, the Goddess shall leave this young girl at the age of 12, a gentle way of presenting the answer that hides within it the idea that once the girl reaches puberty she will no longer be inhabited with Goddess. This is when my budding excitement for this interesting ritual dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not odd to hear things like.. oh you shouldn't go to the temple when you are going through THAT time, back in the day one of my friends told me about her mother's explanation that when you go through THAT time you are dirty and you shouldn't visit God when you are dirty, it's disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Kumari, so what exactly happens when you have spent about 6 years being treated like a Goddess and suddenly one day your bodily change causes you to be sent back to your home, with your family who don't know you anymore, you are expected to carry on a normal life, your childhood has passed while you have hardly had a normal one, you have never been to school but you must now catch up, it gets better, once a Kumari you may never be married as you can be a danger to the life of the guy married to you.... great isn't it..and what do the family members have to say to all this..ofcourse they are privileged to have their daughter be a Kumari. They must follow the societal rule, which takes higher precedence than law in such communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what would be the case if it was a child boy God ? Would he forever be a God since he doesn't become &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;impure&lt;/span&gt;? Would he be prohibited to marry? I bet there would be line of families waiting to have their daughters blessed by the God. Here's an interesting video about an ex-Kumari and her struggle to adjust back to normal life &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rdgx5hhumq8"&gt;click here to watch it&lt;/a&gt; , some do not buy into this cultural ritual and call upon the human rights violation since it is never a choice left to the child to be part of this ritual &lt;a href="http://touchinglynaive.wordpress.com/2007/05/10/royal-kumari-the-living-goddess-2/"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thinkst thou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5740758870936172933?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5740758870936172933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5740758870936172933' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5740758870936172933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5740758870936172933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/06/kumari.html' title='Kumari'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2712703406940511775</id><published>2007-06-20T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:14:00.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next Sanjaya Malakar???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fViV66t8pJw' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fViV66t8pJw'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um first of all WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i think its an act. Who says &lt;em&gt;"I am perrfaarming on the Ballywood movie like eh dancing .... i can vin yif yeveryone loww my dence"&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the two people reading this who haven't seen it ... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vriGoVd3r94"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the original.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2712703406940511775?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2712703406940511775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2712703406940511775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2712703406940511775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2712703406940511775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/06/next-sanjaya-malakar.html' title='The next Sanjaya Malakar???'/><author><name>Pri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://blog.juliaallison.com/Images/Cartoon%20girl%20with%20laptop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-7547033768927878472</id><published>2007-06-13T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:54:17.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bump my bump my bump... Check it out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RnCRGq1psVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PChLoSwItGA/s1600-h/Bump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075716323811111250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RnCRGq1psVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PChLoSwItGA/s400/Bump.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night..., I bumped my head into a wall. Yes yes... It was a total Coyote/Road Runner replicated moment. I was trying to get away from some..."thing" and I rammed my head into a wall. And yes. It hurt like shit and I was almost teary eyed. So the rest of my evening was spent putting ice on the bump that formed on my forehead. Oh the agony of random things sprouting out of your face! argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour or so later mummy and daddy came home. Mummy laughed hysterically at my klutziness while daddy looked at my bump thinking "what else is new..." Mummy applied Iodex (yes yes... that Indian Miracle Cure product that seems to solve almost any bodily pain) onto the bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the bump is still existent. It is flatter and less redder than what it was yesterday. I have named it Bumpee. Everytime I cringe my forehead the bump hurts. But other than that, we seem to get along ok. Coworkers looked at me weird though... Tra la la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7547033768927878472?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7547033768927878472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7547033768927878472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7547033768927878472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7547033768927878472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-bump-my-bump-my-bump-check-it-out.html' title='My bump my bump my bump... Check it out...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RnCRGq1psVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PChLoSwItGA/s72-c/Bump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-4950274343802487214</id><published>2007-06-07T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:22:31.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some UTube Stuff worth sharing</title><content type='html'>BanHammer falls on Hitler&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYvZnTFpip0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYvZnTFpip0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some geeky stuff&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlZxuqjJDgk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlZxuqjJDgk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-DqZ8jAmv0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-DqZ8jAmv0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Comment Now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-4950274343802487214?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/4950274343802487214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=4950274343802487214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4950274343802487214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/4950274343802487214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-utube-stuff-worth-sharing.html' title='Some UTube Stuff worth sharing'/><author><name>sp4rt4n029</name><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-5991125164233470972.post-8098561715790199887</id><published>2007-06-01T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:39:40.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss pronoun C A shuns</title><content type='html'>Have you ever found yourself engrossed in communication so intensely that often your words get mixed up .. no I'm not talking about how &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=setLfUYi8cc"&gt;the accent that I think I might not have&lt;/a&gt; becomes suddenly apparent in a conversation....&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about the time when the accent you can't possibly have becomes apparent in a conversation... how can this be.. here's an example of what happened at lunch today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: S and D are indian.. which is different very different from Japanese.. they cannot possibly have a japanese accent.. but looks like D can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in the middle of a political conversation..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Yea I wonder what these new presidential candidates have to propose about all these issues.&lt;br /&gt;D: I dont' know dude.. I guess we won't know until next years erection.&lt;br /&gt;S: The what?&lt;br /&gt;D: I meant election !!! election !!!&lt;br /&gt;S: Wow...you just sounded like you had a japanese accent... next presidentiar erection..&lt;br /&gt;D: lolz&lt;br /&gt;S: something is wrong with that sentence, reminds me of monica lewinsky, afterall, she is responsible for one of those.. you know presidentiar erections.&lt;br /&gt;D: Gives a whole new meaning to those phrases commonly used during erections.. "Bush is only a few votes behind in Iowa and inches away from winning the erection"&lt;br /&gt;S: Yea.. we should stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8098561715790199887?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8098561715790199887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8098561715790199887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8098561715790199887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8098561715790199887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/06/miss-pronoun-c-shuns.html' title='miss pronoun C A shuns'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6597596618444680281</id><published>2007-05-31T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:24:54.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pageants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss usa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss universe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your votes:&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RmR0M3cazgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jcPY4TjTESg/s1600-h/boo_miss_usa_poll.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RmR0kncazhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2qOOuZEsVWk/s1600-h/boo_miss_usa_poll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072307252738313746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RmR0kncazhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2qOOuZEsVWk/s400/boo_miss_usa_poll.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1"  style="color:#880000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#880000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Booing Miss USA was justified&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6597596618444680281?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6597596618444680281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6597596618444680281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6597596618444680281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6597596618444680281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-its-poll.html' title=''/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RmR0kncazhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2qOOuZEsVWk/s72-c/boo_miss_usa_poll.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-2237797804401313451</id><published>2007-05-29T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:34:25.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Universe wheeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>So Miss Universe was on last night. Did you watch? Did you? Did you? No???? Why? Cause you think it’s lame and derogatory to women? Or because its against your culture? You’re freakin insane! It is one of THE most entertaining shows ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thrive on the clichéd speeches and the fake heart holding and the pretend confusion [read - stalling for time] while the translator is translating. I’ve watched these pageants since I was a kid; even before Rai and Sen won. It's also a fabulous way to discover new countries you never knew existed. Turks &amp;amp; Caicos – Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if you're lucky you might get to see someone trip. You wait with baited breath. It’s impossible you think, for all the 77 of them to make it across that super shiny floor in those high high heels and humongous dresses. Last night however was like winning the lottery. Miss USA didn’t just trip, she landed on her ass. It was the most hilarious thing I’ve ever seen. The crowd laughed and then booed when she was put through to the next round [sympathy vote? or maybe it was because every effing judge was an actor from some American TV show].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Japan won the crown and i thought she completely deserved to win mostly becauase of her amazing ability to walk the way she did [Also because she was completely nuts.. but in a good way. She giggled and made strange faces but not like in a fake pageanty way] She did this amazing dance/walk thing during the swimsuit round while everyone else including Miss India walked like Zombies. [Seriously Pooja Gupta moved like a Zombie the whole time and then she suddenly turned around with this seductive look. It was absoulutely hilarious. It reminded me of the &lt;a href="http://www.wapers.com/tvsnmovie/zoolander/zoolander11024.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoolander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look.] I’ll forgive her though since she was so pretty. And pretty people deserve another chance…you know like Paris Hilton. Free Paris Hilton! Free Paris Hilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh also this year the National Costume round was wayyyyyyyyy more over the top than it normally is. It was like a Drag Show with wings and flowers and trees and rainbows. Remember &lt;a href="http://blogs.theage.com.au/entertainment/images/Lenoid.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from America’s Got Talent? I swear I spotted him in the middle. And &lt;a href="http://news.greenvilleonline.com/blogs/link/talent.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss India unfortunately didn’t make it to the final 5 and we very sadly missed out on her public speaking skills. No, not because she speaks wonderfully and would have taken the crown but because she talks like a 12 year old. The final 5 didn’t disappoint though inspite of the fact that no one mentioned Princess Diana or Mother Theresa. Also what was with the Donald Trump booing? Not that I minded or anything but he owns the bloody thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2237797804401313451?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2237797804401313451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2237797804401313451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2237797804401313451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2237797804401313451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/05/miss-universe-wheeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Miss Universe wheeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Pri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://blog.juliaallison.com/Images/Cartoon%20girl%20with%20laptop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-3150852010616282614</id><published>2007-05-25T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:57:00.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whattosay...</title><content type='html'>thereseemstobeagreattrendlatelywhenitcomestowritingwithoutspacesinbetweenwords&lt;br /&gt;especiallyinblogsandothersimilarsocialwebsites&lt;br /&gt;whenitcomestopeopledescribingtheirlifestylesprofileshabitsandothersuchongoings...&lt;br /&gt;thebasicpunctuationintheenglishgrammarisnotbeingtakenintoproperconsideration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopthistrendplease&lt;br /&gt;itisnoteasyontheeye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3150852010616282614?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3150852010616282614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3150852010616282614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3150852010616282614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3150852010616282614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/05/whattosay.html' title='whattosay...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-5294767389383162424</id><published>2007-05-10T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:54:52.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halo3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='360'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox'/><title type='text'>Halo 3 Madness</title><content type='html'>So like everyday, I got to work at 11 AM (yeah pretty late for coming to work but oh well) and my first hour, hour and a half is dedicated for reading the news from my "Personalized Google" homepage. The blogs include /. (nerdy way to say slashdot), &lt;a href="http://www.xbox360fanboy.com"&gt;360 Fanboy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/"&gt;Engadget&lt;/a&gt; and betanews.com. Moving forward. The first blog title I notice on my homepage "Halo 3 pre-orders top 4 million?" and I was like "whoa! already?". The game comes out in November and I have been waiting for it since November 2004 (the moment I finished Halo 2). The numbers are ridiculously crazy but I have little room to doubt it, since the hype about Halo 3 is just enormously crazy. In December last year Bungie, (creators of Halo), aired a 60 second commercial for Halo 3, during Monday night footbal. Not surprisingly, I left work early that day (at 5.30) just so I could watch the commercial in all its HD glory (I wasn't the only one so crazy about it). It was just one time commerical that will never be aired on national tv ever again. And just after the commercial was aired, my first reaction was "That's it?" and then I went online and swarmed by IMs people bitching about how short the commercial was, which is pretty ironic considering Bungie probably paid like a few million dollars to air that commercial. But the point is that almost everyone I know, who owns a Xbox, has been waiting for this game to come out for ages. The day after the commercial was aired, Joystiq, another popular blog, had a video breakdown/analysis of that 1 minute commercial that ran for SEVENTEEN minutes. Yes, a frame-by-frame breakdown. Every single detail, from a comet to the bubble shield to the master Brute was ripped apart and analyzed and assumptions were made on what the story would be like. Seeing that kind of craze about a game is just incredible. If the numbers are real, then we are talking about almost about 300 million dollar sale on the first day the game comes out, beating even the best of the best Hollywood movie. But then you can find a party pooper in every good thing and in the above mentioned post, the party pooper is Kiggle. Read &lt;a href="http://www.xbox360fanboy.com/2007/05/10/halo-3-pre-orders-top-4-million/"&gt;the post&lt;/a&gt; and read the comment number 13. And also read the reaction to his comment. The reaction is even more funny (just shows how loyal people are towards the Halo franchise, that they don't want to listen to anyone bitch about this game). Even though his speculations sound reasonable, I have my own reasons, mainly the hype I just talked about, to believe that the numbers are most likely real. And last but not the least, I didn't want to be left behind from this party so I pre-ordered my collector's edition from costco.com after lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you reading the blog wants to join the Halo 3 party when it comes out or want to be part of the Halo 3 beta, let me know. You can join the beta party starting May 16th for three weeks. And if anyone owns a 360 and playing Rainbow Six: Vegas or Crackdown currently, then send me a friend invite on Xbox Live @ the gamertag "sp4rt4n029" and I'll teach ya how to kick some puny ass in those game ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next post, take care!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-5294767389383162424?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/5294767389383162424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=5294767389383162424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5294767389383162424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/5294767389383162424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/05/halo-3-madness.html' title='Halo 3 Madness'/><author><name>sp4rt4n029</name><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-5991125164233470972.post-3355108869661814322</id><published>2007-05-08T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:54:32.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Ok... so we've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.bengloorgirlindenver.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pri&lt;/a&gt;, for which we feel truly honored... We really do! So here are random factos about Seepa and Dhubhra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why the names Seepa and Dhubhra you ask... Our original names are in 'fact' Deepa and Shubhra... and we just decided to switch the first letters in our names. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dhubhra and I also like to combine words and we often utter malapropisms. The other day, instead of saying Downtown Mountain View, Dhubhra said "Mounttown Downtainview"... bwaahahaaahahhahaahhah! man! That always cracks me up. Examples of combining words can be (Hotmail + Yahoo = Hohoo) for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The way Dhubhra and I met for the first time is an epic story and deserves an entire post for itself. But to shorten the version, apples (the fruit) brought us together and that sacred fruit has kept us binded as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dhubhra and I were roommates on campus. One random day, she wanted to start her own business. (That's great I thought. Earn money for the BOTH of us.) Then I learnt that she wanted to iron other people's clothes. What were the prices you charged Dhubhra? $1 for pants, $0.50 for shirts, and no ironing of personals. Obviously the business did not last too long since I refused to take part in it. Actually, I not only refused to take part in it, I made sure the business was not successful. (conniving laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dhubhra and I were classmates in high school, classmates in college, roommates in college, coworkers after college. Guess one of us always manages to 'tag' along with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last year, Shubhra and I fell off the sky together. Don't be alarmed. We went sky diving and it was one of the most awesomest experiences ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Shubhra and I always end up wearing the same colored clothing without any prior coordination. And I mean, we don't just match the usual colors such as Black or Grey and stuff. We wear random colors such as dark purple, sky blue and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go people. Our seven random facts. We will be tagging &lt;a href="http://www.thebrownsavage.blogspot.com/"&gt; The Brown Savage&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dropitliikeitshot.blogspot.com/"&gt; Purple Haze &lt;/a&gt; now. Hey... Purple and Brown... are you two EVER going to blog again? sheez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3355108869661814322?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3355108869661814322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3355108869661814322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3355108869661814322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3355108869661814322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-3668543774125352179</id><published>2007-04-28T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:16:26.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its BOUT time!!!</title><content type='html'>Did you hear? oh yea...i've been telling people bout this for a long time now, and its finally happening. Not only it'll help India's economy, but it'll also provide entertainment (&lt;--wrong spelling, haha) for people in India.&lt;br /&gt;I should tell you what i am talking bout now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I am talking bout a theme park based on BOLLYWOOD! yes i said it. Similar to Universal Studios...i'll stop talking so u can read the posted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070427/film_nm/india_bollywood_park_dc"&gt; article &lt;/a&gt; courtesy of YAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3668543774125352179?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3668543774125352179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3668543774125352179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3668543774125352179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3668543774125352179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-bout-time.html' title='Its BOUT time!!!'/><author><name>Pancho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05876856523801151837</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-5991125164233470972.post-3502717642285472359</id><published>2007-04-27T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:50:14.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sheepish?? But... why doesn't it bark??</title><content type='html'>A fellow blogger came across the following &lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/news/article.html?in_article_id=46730&amp;in_page_id=34"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; to which we applaud him for... (applause! taaliyan!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To sum up the article, it &lt;em&gt;simbly &lt;/em&gt;states that a company in the UK sold off some poor sheep disguised as poodles to the rich and famous in Japan. Apparently a top actress in Japan, Maiko Kawakami, bought a pseudo-poodle for oh some hundred pounds or so, paraded it around Japan, but then got the news that the newly bought pet was in fact a mere old sheep. Maiko, will you continue to keep the sheep as a pet? Inspite of the fact that your sheepoodle does not bark or eat doggie food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the horror! What have companies stooped down to? Or is it just a brilliant strategy? (smiling smugly and tapping my fingers like Mr. Burns - think Simpsons readers) Using the Japanese's lack of knowledge on dogs became a successful venture for the sheep selling company since over a 1000 sheep were sold.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, I've been to the highlands and farmlands in some parts of the UK and truly, you do see more sheep than humans. Oh my lord! (Shocked face)  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the sheep finally taking over? Is this a companywide scheme to get rid of the conquering mindset of... dun dun dun... the SHEEP? And what a perfect little way to get rid of those horrid animals by selling them to the other countries? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is, &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/blacksheep/"&gt;Beware of the sheep and counting them in your sleep...&lt;/a&gt; :-S   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RjKRpPDUlLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5OSdbPEx-8k/s1600-h/Evil+sheep.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RjKRpPDUlLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5OSdbPEx-8k/s200/Evil+sheep.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058265469091615922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-3502717642285472359?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/3502717642285472359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=3502717642285472359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3502717642285472359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/3502717642285472359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-sheepish.html' title='Feeling Sheepish?? But... why doesn&apos;t it bark??'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RjKRpPDUlLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5OSdbPEx-8k/s72-c/Evil+sheep.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6697986686570036507</id><published>2007-04-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:19:38.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A totally (_?_) post</title><content type='html'>We all know those cute little computer symbols called "emoticons," where:&lt;br /&gt;:) means a smile and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( is a frown. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how about some "ASSICONS?"&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_!_) a regular ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__!__) a fat ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(!) a tight ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_*_) a sore ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{_!_} a swishy ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_o_) an ass that's been around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_x_) kiss my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_X_) leave my ass alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_zzz_) a tired ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_E=mc2_) a smart ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_$_) Money coming out of his ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_?_) Dumb Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- No Comments --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6697986686570036507?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6697986686570036507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6697986686570036507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6697986686570036507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6697986686570036507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/totally-post.html' title='A totally (_?_) post'/><author><name>sp4rt4n029</name><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-5991125164233470972.post-7404739145077729987</id><published>2007-04-25T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:38:39.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundali'/><title type='text'>Kundali doesn't match</title><content type='html'>Interesting events seem to be happening pretty frequently this year for moi and Dhubhra, but the following incident by far takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start stating the story readers, here's some background. Last year, without my knowing, my parents started scoping out for eligible men in order to get me married. I decided to put it to a stop by telling them to not look for &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vsubhash.com/die.asp?word=ladka"&gt;ladke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I thought I had made my point, but then, the following happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday my mummyjee and pappajee were waiting eagerly for me to get home. See, my parents are usually eager for me to get home for only the following reasons: to clean my room, stuff me with food, or to talk about my matrimonial status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to their bedroom and my mom then says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down. We need to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I think I know where this is going", says I.&lt;br /&gt;"Just listen to me please." says mommy.&lt;br /&gt;"I guess..." sighed I.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, this is what happened. See your aunt was at this one temple (In India) and she ran into a couple. Three of them started talking and the couple started talking about how they need to get their son married... Your aunt being your aunt started asking more questions about the &lt;i&gt;huduga&lt;/i&gt; (boy)."&lt;br /&gt;"Mom... get to the point" says I almost losing my patience, while wondering what might be playing on TV.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, the huduga's mom stated that there was this one girl that they were really interested and everything. But the girl's family ended up not showing any interest. The girl's astrological signs would've been a perfect match for their son."&lt;br /&gt;"LOUD SIGH," sighed I.&lt;br /&gt;"Deepa, pay attention! Then your aunt asked for details on that girl..."&lt;br /&gt;"What girl?"&lt;br /&gt;"That girl that they were interested in. And lo and behold... the couple was talking about you. They knew your name and your astrological sign" says m&lt;a href="http://eshop.webindia123.com/images/prodimg/large/AG02_2lg.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y mom in a shocking yet suspenseful manner. "&lt;br /&gt;"Great" says I.&lt;br /&gt;"Apparently the couple was really interested in looking into our family further. Listen, I would like to look into this more too. The guy's in Boston Deepa."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine... Look into it.. Do whatever. Can I go now?" says I.&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I relate this story to Dhubhra during lunch and Dhubhra goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mom should look into it. This is a SIGN. Can we ask for a bigger sign?!"&lt;br /&gt;I continued eating my ravioli not paying too much attention.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm calling your mother. You should meet this guy." yelps Dhubhra.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess it can be taken as a sign. I mean, of all the temples in india, my aunt just HAD to run into that one couple and they just HAPPENED to be the dude's parents that MY parents are interested in too."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly..." nodded Dhubhra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dhubhra calls my mom, beaming with happiness that this was a cosmic/supernatural way of telling us that the guy in Boston was meant for moi. The conversation with my mom and Dhubhra went something like so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dhubhra: "Hi Aunty."&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: "Hi Shubhra."&lt;br /&gt;Dhubhra: "Aunty... isn't it amazing how Deepa's aunt ran into that one family at the temple?"&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: "Huh? Kya (what)?"&lt;br /&gt;Dhubhra: "Aunty... that one family that's interested in Deepa and want to get to know her more..."&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: "Ohhhh....... that! That Deepa tells EVERYTHING to you! But, that guy is not going to work."&lt;br /&gt;Dhubhra: "Uh, why?"&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: "&lt;b&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.surfindia.com/astrology/kundali.html"&gt;kundali&lt;/a&gt; doesn't match.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shubhra's hopes and dreams were then shattered, which inspired her to compose the following song. The video for the song will be made soon readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://eshop.webindia123.com/images/prodimg/large/AG02_2lg.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KUNDALI DOESN'T MATCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why &lt;a href="http://www.shyamasundaradasa.com/jyotish/images/chakra_yantra_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.shyamasundaradasa.com/jyotish/images/chakra_yantra_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why you get ma hopes high, why&lt;br /&gt;mommy you said you knew best&lt;br /&gt;got me thinkin about you&lt;br /&gt;I thought you had the right signs&lt;br /&gt;mommy said you was gonna be mine&lt;br /&gt;you was cute, you were hot&lt;br /&gt;I started to believe you was a good catch&lt;br /&gt;and then mommy said KUNDALI DOESN'T MATCH&lt;br /&gt;--- rap beats ---&lt;br /&gt;kundali doesn't match y0 kundali doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;you could've been a good catch&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.. kundali doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;now I be alone in ma room cryin, lock myself up, turned the latch&lt;br /&gt;but what for when... kundali doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;i swear if you found another, don't blame me if your love I snatch&lt;br /&gt;yes I would do that..&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore now that... kundali doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could make it, I thought my heart and yours would attach&lt;br /&gt;but I can't believe this... now that kundali doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;--at this point.. the rap beats are playing but the rapper is talking to the camera--&lt;br /&gt;hey y0.. look.. I know they be tellin us over and over again&lt;br /&gt;and I know y'all think that this be a mismatch&lt;br /&gt;but I think we can work it out&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a rematch&lt;br /&gt;(we have a look at the guy and then the rapper has an epiphany)&lt;br /&gt;nah it's cool... shoot! thank GOD! KUNDALI DOESN'T MATCH&lt;br /&gt;peace out y0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deepa and Dhubhra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7404739145077729987?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7404739145077729987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7404739145077729987' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7404739145077729987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7404739145077729987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/kundali-doesnt-match.html' title='Kundali doesn&apos;t match'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-7498687855792603690</id><published>2007-04-23T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:24:40.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another mind blowing conversation...</title><content type='html'>...Another important conversation took place on IM while at work a couple of days ago... enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: i'm done with my boba drink.... well, almost done... only 6 boba pearls left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: 4 left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dhubhra&lt;/strong&gt;: geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dhubhra&lt;/strong&gt;: still drinking it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dhubhra&lt;/strong&gt;: I would've been done by the time you dropped me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dhubhra&lt;/strong&gt;: sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: all gone... :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RiaXaIKocqI/AAAAAAAAADY/84N90p43hes/s1600-h/Tapioca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054894106894430882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/9/91/250px-Pearl_Milktea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7498687855792603690?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7498687855792603690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7498687855792603690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7498687855792603690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7498687855792603690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/yet-another-mind-blowing-conversation.html' title='Yet another mind blowing conversation...'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-2061442846558673338</id><published>2007-04-21T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:29:26.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burning Crusade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Burning Crusade</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in awhile (sorry, Shubhra)... the user interface isn't very user-friendly, imo. I couldn't figure out how to post a new topic from the main page -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, does anyone play WoW/Burning Crusade? For those that don't, I can provide free 10-day trial accounts :). However, it will involve a&lt;strong&gt; lot&lt;/strong&gt; of time to download (a few days)/install (about half an hour or so). I'm planning on picking it up again after I graduate (sometime in June) and creating a new character from scratch. That will make it nearly a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; w/out WoW for me since I quit last year :O. It's too addicting! I would post some screenshots, but unfortunately, the ones I took in the past kind of suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-2061442846558673338?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/2061442846558673338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=2061442846558673338' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2061442846558673338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/2061442846558673338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/burning-crusade.html' title='Burning Crusade'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11403218637549864915</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-8434615276801564382</id><published>2007-04-18T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:57:44.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>To the Virginia Technical University members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deeply regret the loss and pain that all of you have experienced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We graduated from a university not so long ago. And as recent grads, we always look back on our campus lives and think of many significant moments that made us appreciate our college life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events such as getting to our dorm room for the first time, making friends, listening to our professors scare us about how we are now in the real world, graduations and so forth have shaped our lives. College was a place where time, thought, opportunity, freedom were limitless. Universities are temples where we are actually truly allowed to and given an opportunity to seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things to be learnt from this recent experience. Inspite of the huge loss, we still hope that students from V.Tech and other college goers around the world can make the most of their years in their respective universities. We wish you all the best in these difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-8434615276801564382?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/8434615276801564382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=8434615276801564382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8434615276801564382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/8434615276801564382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-virginia-technical-university.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-7972281752384820702</id><published>2007-04-18T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:00:08.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vtech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marilyn manson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virginia tech'/><title type='text'>Did we and Are we learning from all of this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/1/11/VT_Emblem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/1/11/VT_Emblem.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy at Virginia Tech has left us dumbfounded and many of us are hardly able to comprehend the events that lead to this calamity. Once again I am led to be cynical, thanks to the media... 3:40 pm I get an alert from MSN messenger (not my choice of messenger, sadly that's what people at work use :( ) and as I click on the link I see in front of me, (I will not provide the link first of all, I can assume many of you already saw the article), well what can you say?? They got their coverage they got the documents sent to them by the killer discussing his issues and his videos and pictures about how effed up his mind is. Of course! let's run a front cover story on the mofo that just killed 32 people, and leave a little link somewhere in the 2 page article about the profiles of the people who died. Two pages so we can all see the mofo posing with guns and know what his issues were, and not a paragraph on the front cover about who these innocent victims were. I guess I am wrong in thinking it's a little more important to focus on how the ones who are wounded are doing or what those people who got shot were all about... but no&lt;br /&gt;let's celebrate the shooter, the darker story. What will we learn from it? How will it make things better? Should people now be wary of loners? of Asians? How can you say that someone who wants recognition after being in a similar state of mind as this killer will not pull off something like this to get it? This made me read that article written by Marilyn Manson, and before you criticize me for mentioning his name here, you might want to give this a read &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/5923915/columbine_whose_fault_is_it"&gt;Better than reading about the killer&lt;/a&gt; So here's a chance let's talk about the &lt;a href="http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/004351.html"&gt;ones&lt;/a&gt; who have passed, and about what we can do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shubhra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7972281752384820702?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7972281752384820702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7972281752384820702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7972281752384820702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7972281752384820702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/did-we-and-are-we-learning-from-all-of.html' title='Did we and Are we learning from all of this?'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</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-5991125164233470972.post-6538082758072262066</id><published>2007-04-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:11:33.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saintspeak'/><title type='text'>Losing my virginity</title><content type='html'>No, this is not that kind of post, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling pleasantly flattered when I saw the message &lt;a href="https://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582593&amp;postID=2332285393169264341"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; asking me to blog for the guys here. I also remembered the groucho marx &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/g/grouchomar128182.html"&gt;quote&lt;/a&gt; and smiled smugly to myself - after all this was the first time i had got an invite from someone i didn't know to blog for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it, i thought, the book deals, the lecture tours, the movies and the awards will follow. Lets not forget the royalties! heaps and heaps of royalties. even the illegitimate children of my dog can afford to take it easy and live a life of luxury. Aaah, life will be so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I asked the &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346"&gt;powers that be&lt;/a&gt; 'why me', which is when my conspiracy mindset kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some evil afoot here, a childhood wasted on Robert Ludlums (among many others things) teaches you certains things. You develop an instinct for smelling out conspiracies. Of course, sometimes you have to hit your head on one before you notice it, but what the heck we are not infallible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once i discover this evil conspiracy, masterminded by a monstrous megalomaniac, and defeat the powers of darkness - i will become a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i will write a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from there will follow the book deals, the lecture tours, the movies and the awards. And lets not forget the royalties! heaps and heaps of royalties. even the illegitimate grand children of my driver's dog can afford to take it easy and live a life of luxury. And life will be sweet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me as I hang around here and figure what's going on. We will talk about &lt;strong&gt;the last mile problem&lt;/strong&gt; between mars and venus next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: Feel free to leave some clues in the comments if you know anything about this conspiracy(Enid Blyton and the Five Find Outers have taught me that clues are very important!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6538082758072262066?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6538082758072262066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6538082758072262066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6538082758072262066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6538082758072262066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/losing-my-virginity.html' title='Losing my virginity'/><author><name>the saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712108226889312473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTdGNTsGqrU/TgaUXLbBguI/AAAAAAAAAb4/f828Ho60A2o/s220/Eagles%2B3.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-6762907307379259417</id><published>2007-04-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:06:38.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Surprises Me Anymore</title><content type='html'>So when it comes to that time of the month... Yes, to menfolk that are reading this post... This post is about periods... Go ahead... I'll give you a couple of seconds to Log off. Or Turn off the system. Or Close the window. Cringe and Turn away in disgust. We understand... ~sigh~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See, a lot of women are just as disgusted when it comes to period. We usually have an inkling on when it's going to happen. We dread going to the restroom and making sure the period is here or not. We get signs such as cramps, back aches, lack of taste, severe mood swings, surprisingly increased strength. And to make things weirder, Always added this line to their maxi pads: &lt;em&gt;Have a Happy Period.&lt;/em&gt;. And the wordings are written in a dreamy font that it takes you to a peaceful place... like a beach perhaps, or a shoe store. NOT!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RhrSeG189SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NCGPETeFXto/s1600-h/bdy_highmaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RhrSeG189SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NCGPETeFXto/s200/bdy_highmaint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051581346724246818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Picture this... You're in a cramped restroom. Maybe the one at work, or at a movie theatre.. wherever. And you're trying to make the most of your space to remove the pad and attach it on. While unwrapping it... you hear the tear noise and what do you see? A thin film of paper wishing you a Happy Period!... ~longer sigh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know what they're wishing to? When they say a Have a Happy Period, they are saying Have a Happy yelling at the world, hating the opposite sex, feeling pain down there, running to restroom due to increased water! Thanks for the regards Always! Gosh... is the maxi pad industry being ruled by men too? See, I'm not angry at Always's Marketing for trying. But I leave it to this: Is there ever such a thing as a HAPPY period?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1BUH9eXy18"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; would FO SHO make me more happier. Instead of i-TV, apple should totally endorse the i-pad! Listen to your faves while on your period... tra lala... Don't you LOVE MadTV?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-6762907307379259417?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/6762907307379259417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=6762907307379259417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6762907307379259417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/6762907307379259417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-surprises-me-anymore.html' title='Nothing Surprises Me Anymore'/><author><name>Arranged?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275225358496983346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RhrSeG189SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NCGPETeFXto/s72-c/bdy_highmaint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991125164233470972.post-7760520861188278188</id><published>2007-04-04T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:39:02.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;**Please view the following trailer before reading this post**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SccbRXcoTGA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SccbRXcoTGA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold… Here comes an exciting movie where a small town girl hits it big when a fashion guru thinks she has that exotic look. Girl innocently agrees to wear skimpy clothes and model around. Girl then falls in love with a guy who does not wish to take her for granted. Wow! Originality at its best… NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shubhra pointed me to the following trailer last night. All I have to say is: WTF is this about? Americanizing Shelley? What’s next? Indianizing Jennifer into Janaki? (Shubhra’s words.. not mine). Or Indian Born Ignorant Desi comes to a foreign country looking for opportunity, gets dissaPOOPointed? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have just HAD it with stereotypes। Upon watching the trailer, you will notice a few things। First the accent। FAKE! And not to mention annoying। Then come the stereotypes of the parents. Super traditional &lt;em&gt;mummyjee &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;pappajee &lt;/em&gt;worrying about the aging of their daughter's youth. Moving on, there’s stereotypes about Indians living in America (ahem... what BCD again?). This is all just from the trailer people. Pukable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seems like Punjab is now located on top of the Himalayas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'll go play with the goats." Who says that? Not to mention the pink fluorescent turban... I mean, that has not existed since &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrv1HxJkQs4"&gt;Amitabh Bachan's comeback in Namak Halaal&lt;/a&gt;, which was not that fluorescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and note to everyone: girls do wear skirts in India. Just ask the &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/83346910_4fbb4b92ef.jpg?v=0"&gt;sabzi wali&lt;/a&gt; (k! may be not her..) &lt;/em&gt;that comes by our house everyday to sell vegetables&lt;/li&gt;. And what is so acceptable about Shelley when she is 'americanized'. Is this the trendy new word for assimilation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, if a movie is made (comedy, drama, thriller, whatever) in a direction where progress in society is a possibility, then we can welcome it with open arms. Fortunately, such movies have been made mind you. But we see movies such as this, that embrace typical stereotypes, and that makes us wonder, how far are we from a world where every race is defined entirely based on a particular trait:&lt;br /&gt;Girls dress only traditionally in India and they need to be married before a certain age.&lt;br /&gt;All homes in India have goats. We milk them and we play with them.&lt;br /&gt;All Indians conform to corporate world by joining Information Technology..., or else they are doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking at the trailer we obviously can't make out if shelley will turn back to Shalini. We are hoping (crossing our fingers and toes) that Shelley/Shalini will actually have the brains to realize that hollywoodizing yourself might not make the world into perfection. So there you have it, another attempt of throwing shit on the ceiling and seeing what sticks.&lt;br /&gt;What the trailer did to our moods: &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/Rhbk_G189QI/AAAAAAAAADA/oP1wtm55qQY/s1600-h/fedup.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/Rhbb22189NI/AAAAAAAAACo/HEacvSOP-7Q/s1600-h/fedup.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RhblOm189RI/AAAAAAAAADI/5W8fVKrAe6k/s1600-h/fedup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050476071250359570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RhblOm189RI/AAAAAAAAADI/5W8fVKrAe6k/s200/fedup.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050475448480101618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RhbkqW189PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FcSx9fLT9tA/s200/ohgeez.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RhbcFm189OI/AAAAAAAAACw/V8roRG8UHIs/s1600-h/ohgeez.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991125164233470972-7760520861188278188?l=stopbywhenever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/feeds/7760520861188278188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5991125164233470972&amp;postID=7760520861188278188' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7760520861188278188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991125164233470972/posts/default/7760520861188278188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopbywhenever.blogspot.com/2007/04/wtf-is-this.html' title='WTF is this?'/><author><name>dur khaima</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISwF5GBlMrc/ShHk2W9fM8I/AAAAAAAAB-4/gWOKkBd5mZE/S220/rock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q3pnVlR06zY/RhblOm189RI/AAAAAAAAADI/5W8fVKrAe6k/s72-c/fedup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
