<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731712123335712775</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:15:31.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened to me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731712123335712775.post-7823435455654326774</id><published>2009-02-22T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:02:49.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of twists</title><content type='html'>Why did Rohit, Deepak and I watch "He's just not that into you" on 17th February 2009?&lt;br /&gt;A. We were doped and we didn't know what we were up to&lt;br /&gt;B. We love chick flicks&lt;br /&gt;C. Anything is better than attending lectures.&lt;br /&gt;D. It's written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 17th of February 2009 was an extremely funny day. Rohit and I didn't want to attend the 10am lecture. So the two of us went to the one place we never have enough of.... THE CANTEEN! We spent, I won't say wasted one hour in the canteen. Usually our topic of discussion ranges anywhere from Superstar Rajnikant to the pathetic state of the city roads. That day I guess we were talking about our most favourite song, "Mile sur mera tumhara..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10.30am and Rohit said, he did not want to attend the Illumination lecture, and I looked at Rohit and said," Dude, lets watch Stoneman murders. Its a tuesday as well. Nothing can be better than this. Its an omen." Rohit was delighted to hear that. And Deepak entered the canteen at the same time. As soon as Deepak came in, we said, "Deepu, chal." "Where?", he asked us with a weird expression on his face which meant he was extremely confused. "Let's watch a movie", we said. He shrugged and said,"Okay!" And I ran to the library to check the newspaper for the movie timings and there it was. I could see it at middle of the corridor. Everything got into slow motion like Max Payne as I was heading towards the paper. But before I could reach there, some cursed girl came and started reading it. And as I was trying to catch a glimpse of the movie section, she didn't give me a chance to have a look at what I wanted to see. So I called the one who transcends the bounds of time and space - Salil Sabade. I asked him to check the timings of Stoneman murders and let me know. But he called me back and told me that Stoneman murders was not running in Fame Adlabs. So I thought there was no point in going to some other place because only Fame's got one ticket pe one ticket free on tuesdays. So I asked him which other movie was running at Fame. "He's just not that into you", came the reply from the other end. I went running to Deepu and Rohit and told them that the movie was our only hope and the only path that bypasses boredom. But there was a tiny twist in the story. You don't get 50% off on the ticket, but a ticket free on purchase of a ticket on vodafone tuesdays at Fame Adlabs. We were 3 of us. Both Rohit and Deeps have vodafone sim cards. Which meant we would need one more person. And since Divyanshu was out of town, we didn't know whom to call. Amidst the dilemma, Snehali came like an angel sent by God and joined our quest. She also has a vodafone sim. But wait! There is another twist. Snehali did not want to be the only girl in the group. So she called Noopur and Taha. But Noopur said that only she could make it. Which means twist no.3. We were 5. Odd again! So instead of panicking, Rohit called Parinita. But Pari was busy and could not attend to the call. So Rohit and Deepak went in a rick to book the tickets as I waited for Noopur with Snehali. As I was waiting for Noopur, I got a call from Pari saying that even she was coming and she had already informed Rohit. I was glad that the tickets would get evenly distributed. So I let Snehali and Noopur go ahead and waited for Pari. Now comes twist no. 4. Rohit now calls me up and says that even Aditi is coming for the movie. Now we were 7 and 7 is an odd number. That was the first day I asked myself why odd numbers existed. Rohit asked me not to worry and things would be fine. So Pari and I took a rick and reached Fame. Deeps was in the line. And some kind lady with one offer coupon and no partner offered us the extra ticket, though Deepak wouldn't agree she was kind. Anyways, may God bless that lady and may she always help odd numbered groups by never having a partner in her entire life. We finally had 7 tickets and we were 7 people. Absolutely no na-insaafi. And after this we did what we had paid for. We watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that I really liked the movie. It was better than most of the Mega flop Bollywood movies I have seen in 2009. And do you want to know what did we did after the movie? We went to the one place we never have enough of... THE CANTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Its written&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-7823435455654326774?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/7823435455654326774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=7823435455654326774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/7823435455654326774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/7823435455654326774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2009/02/tale-of-twists.html' title='The tale of twists'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-3741865826653709601</id><published>2009-02-14T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:29:39.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message of a soon-to-be passout</title><content type='html'>The last time I blogged was in September 2008. Its been long since I posted something and my fingers feel rusty. Once again, I am aimless and I don't know what to write. Still, I feel this sudden urge to write something, to vent my feelings though I don't know what it is. I feel very happy and contented right now. Everything is absolutely wonderful around me. My friends are being absolutely nice to me. No one is acting like a jerk. My parents are extremely supporting, and they don't stop me from doing anything I want to. Lately, I had gone for a trip with the IEEE of my college. It was wonderful. I made many new friends and besides that, the guys I knew before have become closer friends. I feel a sense of achievement. When I was in the first year, I looked at my B.E.s and said to myself, "these guys are really cool, everybody knows and likes them." I wanted to be a guy who would be known and liked by all when I was in my final year. I wanted to be approachable for my juniors. Something tells me that I have been a nice guy. I think everyone likes me and I am quite approachable. Sometimes Rohit and I think that we have always been nice to our juniours and we have always treated them as our equals. I like that feeling. It also feels nice to tell the FEs, SEs and TEs that SPIT and SPCE share the same college building and there is  no point in trying to separate the activities of the colleges. And I am proud that my entire BE Trical class thinks the same. We hate people who try to differentiate between the two colleges. We hope that in our absence from the college from the next academic year, our juniours follow the same trend. I really love my college. It has given me many friends and many opputunities. It feels weird when Rohit says that he will miss the college. But now that I am thinking of it, I am sure that even I will miss the college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-3741865826653709601?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/3741865826653709601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=3741865826653709601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/3741865826653709601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/3741865826653709601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2009/02/message-of-soon-to-be-passout.html' title='Message of a soon-to-be passout'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-8655426883592019319</id><published>2008-09-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:29:17.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganpati Bappa Morya!</title><content type='html'>The ten days of Ganeshotsav were celebrated with pomp and glory all over the country, especially in Mumbai. Hour long aartis took place inspite of the very busy Mumbai life. Smell of fresh prasads had filled the otherwise dusty and polluted Mumbai air. Loud chants of Om Ganeshaya Namaha from the speakers replaced the honking of vehicles on the Highways. On the eve of Ganesh Chaturthi, I was at Bandra at 11pm. I saw a group of Muslims playing dhols and taking an idol of Lord Ganesha home, just like any Hindu would do. That one moment I might not forget for my entire life. Who says there is unrest in India between Hindus and Muslims? Whoever said that should have been there with me. It was a wonderful sight.&lt;div&gt;Next morning I performed the puja at home and visited friends and neighbours. Every evening I tried to reach home early for aarti. On the way to college and on the way back I saw many mandals. They had spent loads of money in decorating their pandals. At the entrance, however they made it a point to erect a banner of the political parties that had sponsored their pandals. Before visiting Shri Ganesh you had to first say hello to Madam Sonia Gandhi, Mr. Rahul Gandhi, Shri. Balasaheb Thakeray or some MP or MLA. It was all fine until one day. That one day I was just thinking about how much money comes to Lalbaugcha Raja. How rich the mandal is. How much money people donate to the mandal. That is when the following thought struck to me. Amidst all this, we have forgotten the person who laid the foundation stone of this 10 day long celebration, Lokmanya Balgangadhar Tilak. He who revolutionized this festival. Without whom there wouldn't have been a 10 day long celebration like what we have now. What a genius he was. He educated people during this 10 day long celebration. Not only that, but the festival also created oneness among all the sections of the society. It is not just a Hindu festival. It commemorates the beginning of a revolutionary era in our country. Ganesh Chaturthi is an entire nation's festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure you readers might have seen a lot of mandals during the 10 day long Ganeshotsav. Try and recollect how many of them had Lokmanya Balgangadhar Tilak's picture among the Congress, BJP and Shiv Sena leaders. I saw only one on a Shiv Sena sponsored Mandal's entrance, but guess whose picture was bigger than Balgangadhar Tilak's picture. I bet you cannot be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-8655426883592019319?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/8655426883592019319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=8655426883592019319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/8655426883592019319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/8655426883592019319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/09/ganpati-bappa-morya.html' title='Ganpati Bappa Morya!'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-4639390790318081626</id><published>2008-08-31T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:30:26.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not...</title><content type='html'>On thursday the 29th of August, I went to college after 11am. Since lecture was going on in my class, I went to the library. At 1pm I tried looking out for Rohit, Divyanshu, Salil, Boli, KD and Chaukya. But, for the first time in the history of Electrical batch 2005-09, SPCE, I could not find them. On the other hand, for the first time in the history of Electrical batch 2005-09, SPCE, the guys didn't see me for a complete working day, though I had been in college.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable?&lt;br /&gt;Believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-4639390790318081626?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/4639390790318081626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=4639390790318081626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/4639390790318081626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/4639390790318081626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/08/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or not...'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-4342707674706064113</id><published>2008-08-31T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:24:05.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecture or Torture?</title><content type='html'>This post is my medium to display my sheer discontent against the weird lecture timings. I really hate it when our Control Systems-2 professor, Ms.Sangeeta enters the class during her lecture, Ms.Swati Lavand's lecture and all the other possible free lectures. At times we have to undergo 3 hours of her torture. I really hate it when she enters the class when she is least expected. Nowadays, she is not the least expected professor because we expect her to enter the class in almost every lecture slot. It is not that I do not want to attend her 2X and 3X lectures, but I don't want to see her face at all. She has the saddest face in the world. Sometimes I feel she has lost everything in life. But then, the person would be most confident as one has nothing to lose. You should be there when she enters the class for a 9am lecture. Her eyes do not look sleepy at all. Be it 9am or 9pm. She has only one expression- "No expression". Sometimes I wonder how one can be so expressionless. Does she feel nothing? Does she feel no fear or pain? I really don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;I have put up a theory as to why she is so expressionless. I think she is the daughter of Gaia (the spirit of the earth). I think her feelings control the condition of nature. Maybe sun shines when she smiles, and it rains when tears flow out of her eyes. But I wonder what would happen if she laughed till tears flowed out of her eyes. I think now I know why Mumbai got flooded on 26th july. Maybe she doesn't emote herself to maintain the equilibrium in nature. So that humans, animals, plants and Salil live in harmony without hardships. I really hope this theory is true because I don't see any other reason as to why she feels nothing.&lt;br /&gt;She is so boring that she can put any person to sleep in a jiffy. You don't believe me? Read the conversation below:&lt;br /&gt;Sangeeta's daughter-Mom, mom, Do you know what a wonderful day I had at school today? I won the first prize in running race at school and I got first rank in the entire standard today. It was the best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sangeeta-Congra....&lt;br /&gt;Sangeeta's daughter-Zzzzzz.... (snort).. zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-4342707674706064113?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/4342707674706064113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=4342707674706064113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/4342707674706064113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/4342707674706064113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/08/lecture-or-torture.html' title='Lecture or Torture?'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-4279182908796527339</id><published>2008-08-09T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:05:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look and be amazed!!</title><content type='html'>I was surfing randomly, when I came across this comic strip. The people who used to read this comic in their childhood would love what I have pasted below. Those who havn't read this comic before, U GUYS ARE LOSERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3oDCd4rqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sRNXDRuyLcA/s1600-h/chacha04pg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232593480973856418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="474" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3oDCd4rqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sRNXDRuyLcA/s400/chacha04pg01.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3g4Cbcf3I/AAAAAAAAADs/dg4v2GOIMWo/s1600-h/chacha04pg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3hWjtQW-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/kYu0d3c3FDk/s1600-h/chacha04pg03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3oOvBmtLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bDG-RM23New/s1600-h/chacha04pg02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232593681913394354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 467px" height="412" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3oOvBmtLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bDG-RM23New/s400/chacha04pg02.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3ocRD_ZjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/J675M1ObhS4/s1600-h/chacha04pg03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232593914388506162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 499px" height="473" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3ocRD_ZjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/J675M1ObhS4/s400/chacha04pg03.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the drawings here in this comic strip. They are so immature. Looks like a 5th or 6th standard artwork. But I like the way the story flows. So many things have been conveyed in such a small space. Just a few blocks of pictures have taken the story so much further. Don't forget to notice the expressions on the characters' faces. And can you believe this? Chacha Chaudhary had actually trained his horse to run to the police station when crackers were tied to its tail. Insane stuff man! I mean, I have heard of people having a hard time, training their kids and dogs. But this is a horse man! And how can Gabbar Singh be so stupid? He allows Chacha Chaudhary to tie crackers to the horse's tail just because he wants it to run. Chacha Chaudhary*; who is well known for his wit and presence of mind! For God's sake, its Gabbar Singh. The most feared villian in Indian film history. One single comic strip has stripped off Gabbar Singh of his fierce image. If you are a fan of Chacha Chaudhary, you might know that Gabbar Singh became Gobar Singh later. And why not? He deserves the name after what he allowed to happen to him in this comic strip. If you would ask any B.E. Electrical student, his/her view about Gabbar Singh after this comic strip, we would all unanimously say that Gabbar Singh haga!!! The funniest thing I noticed in this comic strip is the 5th block on the 3rd page. Here Chacha is asking the police to keep his 50 grand cheque ready. Do you realize, this is the amount that the government was rewarding to nab Gabbar Singh in Sholay? Remember Sambha saying "sardar, poore pachaas hazaar!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Chacha Chaudhary ka dimaag computer se bhi tez chalta hai.&lt;/p&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/1731712123335712775-4279182908796527339?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/4279182908796527339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=4279182908796527339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/4279182908796527339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/4279182908796527339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-and-be-amazed.html' title='Look and be amazed!!'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/SJ3oDCd4rqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sRNXDRuyLcA/s72-c/chacha04pg01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731712123335712775.post-1720165603088639426</id><published>2008-08-05T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:56:45.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'COOL DUDES'!! \m/\m/</title><content type='html'>Have you ever come across "cool" people?? I m talking about the ones who like keeping their hair wet, about the ones who perform social service by playing loud music on the N92s in the bus and keep everyone entertained, the ones who keep chewing gum like a cow by moving their lower jaw such that it forms an ellipse if the locus of all points to which the chin moves is considered. It is not at all difficult to spot such people. All you have to do is get into a bus which has many commerce or arts colleges in its route. You will come across a number of these characters. I hate the way they wet their long hair, which is short from the front, but long enough to cover the neck from the back. It is really irritating when these "cool" guys play loud Linkin' Park songs in the bus. Each time I wish I could stand up and say "You idiot, the world has gone far beyond the age of Linkin' Park. Where were you in the last decade??" And it is even more annoying when they try to lip sync the song and try to feel the song by imitating the expressions of the lead vocalist. Sometimes I am really surprised to find guys who bang their heads to Bon Jovi. "Wat do you listen to?", I ask them. "I only like listening to heavy stuff like Bon Jovi", they say. I have at times come across guys who imitate the guitarists on the platforms and streets. Their fingers move in sync with the guitar piece they are listening to. Their faces are worth a watch. They can put Shahrukh Khan to shame with all their expressions. The easiest way to differentiate these guys from normal college going public is by their attire. They wear jeans that have a wierd wash. Faded at some places where they shouldn't have. They have wierd patches on their shirts and pants. These guys listen to music on their headphones on the way to station or bus stop from their homes. But once they enter their preferred mode of transport, every Riteish Deshmukh becomes a John Travolta. I have had many more encounters with such people. If you want to find such people, just stay where you are because they will come to you. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-1720165603088639426?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/1720165603088639426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=1720165603088639426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/1720165603088639426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/1720165603088639426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/08/cool-dudes-mm.html' title='&apos;COOL DUDES&apos;!! \m/\m/'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-7086583023379512441</id><published>2008-08-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:23:34.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanumay ka Pachka and he doesn't even know</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conference conversation at 10:30pm on August 5th 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......jha nilesh: bye guys... i m goin.&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: kk&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: bye&lt;br /&gt;tanumay_007: is tht so, which she corrected today during the pracs&lt;br /&gt;tanumay_007: bye jhatu&lt;br /&gt;tanumay_007: !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jha nilesh has left the conference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deepak mohan: yeah&lt;br /&gt;tanumay_007: bye guys i'm going offline as well...&lt;br /&gt;tanumay_007: GN!&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: k cool&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: gn&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: c u tomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guri has joined the conference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanumay_007: cya!&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;guri: kya huwa papa ko?&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: jha gaya&lt;br /&gt;tanumay_007: kya vinesh bhai kaisa hai tabiyet&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: gurudatt aaya&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: kaisa hai guri??&lt;br /&gt;tanumay_007: bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tanumay_007 has left the conference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guri: saala mujhe vinesh samjha&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ganapati K.R.: rofl.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-7086583023379512441?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/7086583023379512441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=7086583023379512441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/7086583023379512441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/7086583023379512441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/08/tanumay-ka-pachka-and-he-doesnt-even.html' title='Tanumay ka Pachka and he doesn&apos;t even know'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-3041000620076590561</id><published>2008-08-04T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:53:49.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Department Library Assistants</title><content type='html'>Today, Salil and Divyanshu were appointed as the representatives of the class to take care of the department library. They will have to take the responsibility of issueing books and perform the hamaali ka kaam, previously performed by Tanumay successfully, because they still have not returned a book. I see that Anupa ma'am is a really smart lady. By not returning the books they borrowed from the departmental library, they have been left with no choice but to waste their precious break time in the department library issuing books, TWICE A WEEK. I wish someone does to them, what they did to Tanumay. Now that they are the representatives, they would be responsible to make sure that the books are returned safely. I don't know about Divyanshu, but Salil will make sure that the books come back in time and I know everyone will return the books in time. Life is more precious than books.&lt;br /&gt;You should have been there when Tiyasa was told that Salil and Debu are the Librarians for B.E. It was hilarious, the way Pratik Malpe revealed the news to her. 'Ab tu books kaise maangegi?', was the incredible question raised by the (v)wise Pratik Malpe. It ended with a wonderful reminder, 'Tanumay to books tere ghar tak pahunchaata tha'.&lt;br /&gt;Nilesh and I could not stop laughing. Ishita's face was worth a watch. She looked like a politacal party worker whose leader had been branded heretic. As for Salil and Debu, I wish them good luck for the post of Library assistant. May your new posts set ashine your CVs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-3041000620076590561?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/3041000620076590561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=3041000620076590561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/3041000620076590561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/3041000620076590561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-department-library-assistants.html' title='New Department Library Assistants'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-6561271156213480488</id><published>2008-08-03T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T10:06:06.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Park Adventure</title><content type='html'>Before I start writing something, I would like to wish all the readers of this post a very happy friendship day. Friends really make life so simple. It would be very stupid of me if I would say that I can die for friends, but the truth is that, I can't do without my friends either.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I went to Sanjay Gandhi National park today with my sister. She had invited two of her friends along. I was very excited because, I hadn't been to that place before. We decided to visit the Kanheri caves instead of the lion and tiger safari. I personally preferred the safari though. But who cares about what I say?&lt;br /&gt;So we bought our tickets and very excitedly walked towards the caves. We saw some beautiful streams and rivers on the way. The rain water drains down the hills through these streams. The strems are sparkling clean. However, there are a small settlements inside the national park and the people staying there have totally dirtied the place, if you can understand what I want to say. We hadn't walked a kilometer when my sister was all drained out and asked for lift. A very kind couple were courteous enough to offer 2 out of the 4 of us a lift. So my sister and one of her friends left; leaving me and her other friend, because we wanted to walk. He claimed that he loved walking and his CV said his hobby was walking (yes, you can laugh if you wish to). On the way we crossed a few more streams. After another half kilometer, I could see my sister and her friend coming back. I was surprised to see them. They didn't have a ticket to enter into the forest. The ticket was with us. So they were not allowed to enter by the officials and they decided to walk back to find us.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we were all together, we entered the forest. Once we entered the forest area, the roads became lonelier. It was more silent and peaceful in there. We saw few langurs and monkeys. And because we didn't get any lift for quite sometime, we had to walk. Then, we finally decided to sit near a stream and eat some cucumbers. There, I spotted a water snake. A very beautiful snake. It was greyish in colour with a checkered pattern. The steams also had a number of crabs.&lt;br /&gt;After a pretty long time and some 3-4kms of walking, we reached the Kanheri caves. We sat there and filled our stomachs. I had to eat bread and jam when others were eating garma garam vada pav (I HATE JAUNDICE). My mother had been very sweet to pack me something to eat on the way in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the Kanheri caves, they are really cool. The state government has done whatever it can to maintain this place. Even most of the people tried to maintain the cleanliness of the caves. There are buddist caves just like ones you would come across at Ajanta caves in Aurangabad. However, the speciality of this place is the rain water harvesting system that the monks had created.&lt;br /&gt;There were beautiful waterfalls and streams on the way from one cave to another. We climbed higher to reach a plateau from where we had a wonderful view of Malad, Kandivali and Borivali, right uptil the creeks in the west, a very breathtaking view (quite literally). On the other side of the plateau, we could see Powai. This place was cool, windy(with good prospects of wind power generation) and something you would not have expected to see in Mumbai city.&lt;br /&gt;The Sanjay Gandhi National park is really the lung of Mumbai. If it wouldn't exist, the pollution would have killed us by now. After spending an hour at the plateau and viewing some wonderful places, which cannot be put into words, we started walking back. We got a lift. All 4 of us. It was really fun. Then, in just a few minutes we stepped out of the jungle into another jungle.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go to this place, just watchout when you exit the main gate of the national park. It is surprising when everything green around you suddenly changes to grayish concrete. The silence is overpowered by the horns of the buses on the highway. The lonely forest roads are replaced by the overcrowded Western Express highway. I had a wonderful time at Sanjay Gandhi National park. I suggest all of you to visit this place. But please take me along when you go because I am looking forward to visiting the place once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-6561271156213480488?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/6561271156213480488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=6561271156213480488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/6561271156213480488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/6561271156213480488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/08/before-i-start-writing-something-i.html' title='National Park Adventure'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-8379049925639789564</id><published>2008-07-27T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:02:04.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tempest</title><content type='html'>He stood fearless as the storm raged. He could not give in to the dust and dirt that the storm wind threw at his face. He had atleast a dozen of lives depending on him. Everytime the wind hit him on his chest at the speed of a jet plane, he wished he didn't have to face it again. But everytime he thought of the lives that counted on his, he knew that he could bend but could not afford to break. As he looked around, all he could see was the dust that the wind carried with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could not see his cousins who stood tall beside him amidst the choas. They had been with him for a very long time. He had lived there ever since the day he could remember. He didn't know who had given birth to him, who his parents were. All he knew was what he had learned from the ones that had loved him the most; his cousins. They had told him that if he had to survive, he would have to be big and strong. They told him that he was special. But he thought otherwise. He had a hard time learning the trick of the trade. Everytime he tried to surpass his cousins, every inch he grew taller, they made sure he wasn't the tallest or the strongest one among them. Every ray of sunlight was precious for them. Every drop of dew felt like Elixir of life. When he bent down, he could see nothing but darkness on the forest floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like today. But for now, he could not see anything around him either. Dust had blinded him. Today he was holding his ground, fighting with the storm wind. But he didn't know how long he would last. His body was aching. The storm was breaking him from the outside. But he would not break from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he felt a shiny ray on him. The sun showered smiles on him through the gray clouds. Little drops of rain followed. The wind stopped blowing. The dust settled as the nectar like rain drops trickled down his bruised body. He could now see what the storm had left behind. He looked all around him. His great cousins had fallen. He was standing all alone. He felt like a man stranded in a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he realized that he had managed to protect the lives that depended on him. And as the birds spread their wings and flew off his branches, he could do nothing but smile. He then realized, what his cousins had told him had indeed been true. He really was special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-8379049925639789564?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/8379049925639789564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=8379049925639789564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/8379049925639789564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/8379049925639789564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/07/tempest.html' title='The Tempest'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-980238202393103751</id><published>2008-05-19T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:03:58.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil ki baat zubaan par</title><content type='html'>This is my first post of the year 2008. I know, I m really late but its that time of the year again when i can do nothing else but study coz the rest of my friends are also doing exactly the same thing. So i end up finding solace in this world wide web n start thinking about wierd stuff to post in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I am in the third year of engg now. It seems as if I just joined the college n met Rohit, Salil, Divyanshu and Amit at the entrance when I was waiting for Gurudatt. What a day it was. I was so scared that day coz I was entering an entirely new territory where all I knew was an encounter with the final year students could be hazardous to health. We had the most coolest BEs when we joined the college. Very cool n talented guys. I really missed those guys when they left the college.&lt;br /&gt;In SE, I made some new friends in FE trical. Wasn't very close to them. But thanks to a few guys like Siddharta n Yaseen, I met Ashwin n Nandan, two gifted guitarists, who really need to work on their stage presence.&lt;br /&gt;Now I m in TE. Have made more friends. TE trical is the best class in the entire college. Some of the most talented students in the college study in my class. Inspite of these varied interests among the students, the class is still a unit. We dun hav groups. Polls in the class are useless. U just hav to ask one person and that is exactly what the rest of the class thinks. I dun think any class is more unified than ours. If u think otherwise, ask Bharat Raut.&lt;br /&gt;3 years have  just passed by like a dust storm. And you might be wondering as to why I havn't mentioned anything about the semester exams that take place twice a year. Thats because, I hardly care about them till 4 days prior to the exam. Thats wen the actual studying takes place. For instance, my first exam is to be held on 23rd may n its 19th may today, 7:35pm to be precise.. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-980238202393103751?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/980238202393103751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=980238202393103751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/980238202393103751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/980238202393103751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2008/05/dil-ki-baat-zubaan-par.html' title='Dil ki baat zubaan par'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-6847882148064360731</id><published>2007-12-07T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:00:05.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mishap in Cozumel</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a very long time since I blogged now. Semester 5 exams are on and I have been studying from 12am to 5am in a stretch, sleeping till 12pm, having a bath by 1pm, having lunch at 2pm and watching t.v. till 6pm. This has been my schedule for a few weeks now. And it is yet to continue coz I have to undergo a month long semester 5 examination to successfully become an electrical whacko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching National Geographic channel lately n I saw this very interesting half an hour long show which I would like to share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mexico, there is a small island called Cozumel. It is an Island where tourists crowd to enjoy the bright sun n the cool sea. The island is 48kms long from north to south and 16kms wide. This island has number of endemic species of birds and animals. Animals like raccoons and coatis used to be found in large numbers on this island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/R1l3U1GkX7I/AAAAAAAAADc/XigcCzRvmXA/s1600-h/cozumel_etm_2001107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141271649355849650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/R1l3U1GkX7I/AAAAAAAAADc/XigcCzRvmXA/s200/cozumel_etm_2001107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, since the last 30 years, a number of these animals are vanishing. Consequently, the number of boas in these areas are increasing to a large extent. These boas are making a meal out of these native birds and animals. There are about 3000 boas in Cozumel now. This is a very strange thing. Because, boas never inhabited Cozumel 30 years ago. The question is, where did they come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many biologists tried to find an answer to this question. Some theories suggested that the boas swam across the sea from the mainland to the island. But, that is a very rare possibility. Another theory would be, a female boa which was about to give birth might hav come to the island on a log. However, the trade winds in the region blow from Cozumel towards the mainland Mexico. Trade winds never change their direction of flow. So, even this possibility can be discarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/R1l221GkX6I/AAAAAAAAADU/OF7R-wvRHCo/s1600-h/boa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141271133959774114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/R1l221GkX6I/AAAAAAAAADU/OF7R-wvRHCo/s200/boa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, some natives hinted towards a movie that was shot on the island in 1971. Many animals were used for the movie. On further investigation, it was found that 6 boas were used for the movie and after the movie was shot, the man who was incharge of the animals released the snakes on the island itself. A female boa can give birth to around 40 offsprings in a year. This means that a simple mistake made by the man incharge of the animals has affected Cozumel's entire bio-diversity. Why I am telling all this to you is for a simple reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man and nature have to learn to co-exist. Nature will flourish without man. But, man cannot exist without nature. Man is on the apex of the pyramid(and George W. Bush is at its tip) and if the tip breaks off, the rest of the pyramid will stand but if the base of the pyramid is destroyed, nor will its tip stand erect. We have to learn from the above disaster in Cozumel, that we should not do anything that may affect the biodiversity of a place. So, the next time you pick up anything that belongs to the nature, please return it back to the place where you found it or the place it belongs to. Misplace could be hazardous not only to the animal but also to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-6847882148064360731?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/6847882148064360731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=6847882148064360731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/6847882148064360731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/6847882148064360731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-its-been-very-long-time-since-i.html' title='Mishap in Cozumel'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/R1l3U1GkX7I/AAAAAAAAADc/XigcCzRvmXA/s72-c/cozumel_etm_2001107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731712123335712775.post-847513667179558044</id><published>2007-06-21T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:00:06.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The superior breed!</title><content type='html'>Ever since I have opted for engineering, I have made few inferences about this wierd community of people called the engineering students who seem to be talking tech stuff for the first time but later you learn that they are talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but engineering students always have a feeling of superiority over other students. We believe that we are the better breed of social animals. Even I have had this feeling at times. "BComwale to kuch nahi hain yaar, apan log to engineering kar rahe hain. Wo log to padhte hi nahi." We usually keep comparing ourselves to commerce students, BSc students and arts students. But when medical students crop up, our feet tread backwards, "Yeh medicalwale log to saal bhar sirf padhte rehte hain. Apan dekh padhte bhi hain aur masti bhi karte hain. Balance hona chahiye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is, during the judgement days, I mean the submission days, we are so fed up with our lives that we keep saying, "Kaash apan log ne bhi BCom ya BSc kar liya hota!" without realizing that we cursed those very BCom and BSc students with friends. The one month long submissions feel as if joining engineering were the worst decisions we had ever made in our entire lives. Mental pressure and pain in fingers due to writing journals. We engineering students are known to complete our journals and assignments on the last day of submission. So, a semester long of tit-bits pile up into a huge mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The submission times are a havoc. One person completes one journal and forgets about it, because the rest of the class borrows the journal for copying the experiments! After a month long submission tension its time for the bigger tension. The Exams. 20 to 25 days is usually provided as preparatory leave. But we engineering students study only for a week in the end and pass gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are true engineering students. Semester long masti, and a month of submission and exams. We know how to manage time really well. We always meet our deadlines! Come what may, we make sure that we have had our part of entertainment. I don't know if you would understand how it feels to us. But I bet a true engineer would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnpuDQ8pAyI/AAAAAAAAABM/k2bFfgSIokM/s1600-h/ATgAAABvv_n7AzYmPMQoJA7raVvRKHBAdcG6P8kW0kxW1EgOYlcw20WjTVjs9tsvKKZAUNgB6NRxHdUkLEklVPIYevayAJtU9VAmULga5JSupukui_p14fZDlkDfyA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078492532181631778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnpuDQ8pAyI/AAAAAAAAABM/k2bFfgSIokM/s320/ATgAAABvv_n7AzYmPMQoJA7raVvRKHBAdcG6P8kW0kxW1EgOYlcw20WjTVjs9tsvKKZAUNgB6NRxHdUkLEklVPIYevayAJtU9VAmULga5JSupukui_p14fZDlkDfyA.jpg" 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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The superior breed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-847513667179558044?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/847513667179558044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=847513667179558044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/847513667179558044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/847513667179558044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2007/06/superoir-breed.html' title='The superior breed!'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnpuDQ8pAyI/AAAAAAAAABM/k2bFfgSIokM/s72-c/ATgAAABvv_n7AzYmPMQoJA7raVvRKHBAdcG6P8kW0kxW1EgOYlcw20WjTVjs9tsvKKZAUNgB6NRxHdUkLEklVPIYevayAJtU9VAmULga5JSupukui_p14fZDlkDfyA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731712123335712775.post-5709218625503172257</id><published>2007-06-15T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:00:06.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Mustaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJxEg8pAxI/AAAAAAAAABE/03KEDtRQCGQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJwkg8pAwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UkqD0cX4TjM/s1600-h/mustaine_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076243502621852418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJwkg8pAwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UkqD0cX4TjM/s320/mustaine_new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave Mustaine - The lead guitarist and vocalist of one of the greatest thrash metal bands "&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEGADETH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best riffs I have ever seen have come out of his fingertips. This guy by what I have read, is a man full of attitude. When I heard Megadeth for the first time, I didn't know that singing Mustaine songs would be difficult. But God save me! He has a very high pitch. It really gives me a headache to sing in his pitch. As far as playing the Guitar goes, you can simply call him the Guitar God! Playing the signature Mustaine riffs and singing in the signature Musataine pitch is not simple. Infact it is not easy at all. There are people who can do it. But no one good enough to stand toe to toe with Mustaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read somewhere that he had broken his hand and he learnt playing guitars all over again. He asked his tutor to teach him scales. The tutor was stunned. Mustaine played him some solos and his tutor told him that he played Pentatonics. If self taught guitarists can be so good, I guess i should stop learning from a teacher myself. But nevermind, he is The Dave Mustaine. He is a gifted human being. Gifted with a wonderful voice, great guitar playing skills and loads of attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who didn't know, Mustaine played with Metallica long back. James Hettfeild kicked him out due to ego problems. Mustaine formed Megadeth to kick some Metallica rear. I bet if he stayed with Metallica any longer it would be him kicking Lars and James out! All hail Dave Mustaine and may Mustainisms live forever!!!!!&lt;/div&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/1731712123335712775-5709218625503172257?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/5709218625503172257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=5709218625503172257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/5709218625503172257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/5709218625503172257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2007/06/dave-mustaine.html' title='Dave Mustaine'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJwkg8pAwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UkqD0cX4TjM/s72-c/mustaine_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731712123335712775.post-3582805596411573240</id><published>2007-06-15T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:00:06.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinju -The name</title><content type='html'>Well, many of my friends ask me why my name is Jinju. Well I was born in New Delhi. There lived these lovely people in the neighbouring flat. Mr. Krishanmurthy whom I fondly called "kichchamulthy mama" n Mr. Lakshmi Krishnamurthy whom I called "Lachmi mami" because I couldn't pronounce properly. Well, mami n mama have been like family to us ever since my parents shifted to the flat in Delhi. Mami used to take more care of me than my mother, atleast thats what my mom confesses. And not to forget that I was a very good boy back then and I have never troubled her, not that I am not one now. So when I was born, I don't know what struck mami's mind that she nicknamed me Jinju. I really don't know what it means. And I bet even she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Ever since then, there had been a strange grin on my face when anybody asked me what Jinju meant. I was passing through this "What does my nickname mean?" crisis. But last year, things began to change. My sister, sent me an e-mail of something called an ego-search. Well, for those who are ignorant as I was back then, ego-search is basically googling your name. Trust me, it feels so good that it deserves to be called ego search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJnMQ8pArI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BKTu380BRro/s1600-h/status01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076233190405374642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJnMQ8pArI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BKTu380BRro/s320/status01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I totally forgot about this e-mail. Just a month back the mail struck back to my mind. I began searching Jinju on Google. And believe it or not, there is this cool city in Korea which is called..... u guessed right "Jinju". Oh my God! This thing was really cool!! Moreover, the city's got a sword dance which was designated as an asset on 16th January, thats my birthday! What a coincidence! This city's even got natural history. Its got fossilized dinosaurs and stuff. Jinju is such an ancient name. I bet even mami doesn't know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Now I think that if I go to this city, I will be treated like a King. But never mind, I am Ganapati. I am GOD here.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJncw8pAsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz5xCrjc0rc/s1600-h/pic01_01_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076233473873216194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJncw8pAsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Wz5xCrjc0rc/s320/pic01_01_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJnvw8pAtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wpt1QTQuVvU/s1600-h/pic01_01_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076233800290730706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJnvw8pAtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wpt1QTQuVvU/s320/pic01_01_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures from top to bottom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.A picture of the city&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.Sword Dance of Jinju-si&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.A three storeyed Pagoda in the city&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-3582805596411573240?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/3582805596411573240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=3582805596411573240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/3582805596411573240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/3582805596411573240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2007/06/jinju-name.html' title='Jinju -The name'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4Ch82ZCpX0/RnJnMQ8pArI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BKTu380BRro/s72-c/status01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731712123335712775.post-2261174783016384412</id><published>2007-05-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:12:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sports day massacre</title><content type='html'>This incident took place when I was in the 9th standard. It was our school's sports day and we were at the CRPF grounds in Jogeshwari. Not many people had arrived. A group of 30-40 students, principal Fr. Phillip and few teachers were there. Buses were yet to arrive with students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the ground, we had seen Hrithik Roshan shooting for a movie. This was the time when the Hrithik craze was at its peak. We all stood watching the shoot until a policeman asked us to leave that place. We went to the ground where our sports day was being held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ground, we were discussing about Hrithik and the shoot. Some said it was an ad shoot, while some said that a movie was being shot. Our principal came towards me and asked me what was going on. I told him that a shooting was going on and Hrithik was starring in it. I had a strange feeling when i said this. He asked me where it was being held. I told him that it was being held at a ground nearby. I had this strange feeling once again, when I spoke. I could hear voices. I looked around. It was then that I realized that Fr. Phillip was holding a microphone in his hand and he was trying to hide it in his robes. And I could hear my voice through the PA. All the students started laughing. I said "SHIT!!!" and the word echoed all over the ground. Silence spread all over the ground. Fr. Phillip stared at me and started laughing. Every one laughed once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really embarassed. When the rest of the students arrived, the other students made sure that even they knew what had happened. It didn't take a long time for everyone to know what had happened. Thanks to God, they forgot about this incident in a day or two. Nobody spoke about it at school the next day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-2261174783016384412?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/2261174783016384412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=2261174783016384412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/2261174783016384412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/2261174783016384412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-incident-took-place-when-i-was-in.html' title='The sports day massacre'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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-1731712123335712775.post-566918884433638533</id><published>2007-05-24T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T07:45:24.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding fuel to fire can burn hands</title><content type='html'>I suddenly am reminded of this incident which took place maybe a decade ago. This was the time when I was still living in Hyderabad with my parents. There was this notorious but really smart guy called Vasu. He was 2 years elder to me. He was standing with two of my friends, Prakash and Shashank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prakash called Shashank an idiot. Vasu said,"Oh my god!! He called idiot!!" Then Shashank called Prakash stupid. Vasu said,"Oh no!! He called u stupid!!" Prakash and Shashank were fighting and Vasu was adding fuel to fire. I saw this and thought this was fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went one of my friends and told her that a little girl called her stupid. She said, that the little girl was stupid to have said that to her. Now, it was my time to act like the Narad muni. I went to the little girl and said that my friend called her stupid. Before I could say anything else she started crying and ran home and before I could think, she brought her mother down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother pulled my friend to her parents. My friend came to my home to complaint to my parents. She was a smart girl and she knew that it was all done by me. My dad beat me up badly. I was really ashamed for what I had done. But deep inside I knew that doing something like that needed guts of immense proportions. I was feeling heroic like Mangal Pandey deep inside because my friends were peeping into our house from the door and watching me get beaten up by my parents. And amongst all my friends, there stood Vasu. He is really a very smart guy to have escaped without getting beaten up, I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl, she cried a lot. I really feel bad for my friend even today. I don't know if she remembers the incident. I am not specifying her name. If she does remember she will really be surprised to read my side of the story, because no one knew why I did that, but me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731712123335712775-566918884433638533?l=jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/feeds/566918884433638533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731712123335712775&amp;postID=566918884433638533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/566918884433638533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731712123335712775/posts/default/566918884433638533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinju-ithappenedtome.blogspot.com/2007/05/adding-fuel-to-fire-can-burn-hands.html' title='Adding fuel to fire can burn hands'/><author><name>Jinju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069271335616826148</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></feed>
