<?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-6005430904843477818</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:23:10.173+05:30</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='Chennai trip'/><category term='blah'/><title type='text'>?</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything is a "?"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-6975776669956425075</id><published>2009-10-28T15:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:02:41.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Mental Note</title><content type='html'>It has taken 164 days for the feelings 'Oh man! It's over! I'm not a student of BITS Pilani Goa anymore, those were the days, etc.' to sink in. Don't like it. It's weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-6975776669956425075?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/6975776669956425075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=6975776669956425075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6975776669956425075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6975776669956425075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2009/10/mental-note.html' title='Mental Note'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-3029897983104441368</id><published>2009-05-12T03:14:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:27:50.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10.4.12.164</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loca11 *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nicknaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eg dumbos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking around in the campus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;workshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sc at twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;white blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ch3/bh5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;non midgets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dumb c with ms and bk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;water/power shortages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jesus of suburbia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;black out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dc++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woodstock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;midgets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome corridor mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;troubling hostel assistants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sitcoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mess opt out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooo cuuuuteeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my 'green' table lamp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lemon iced tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;veg puff at monginis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sc merry-go-round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bogmalo/vasco trips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nabana/sock band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stealing IC's from lab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surviving cdc's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;football as b'day gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;junkyard groove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lounge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;testimonials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end of sem7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jhopdi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;john's seagull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lasagna at fidalgo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terrace (hostel and audi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fisherman's wharf&lt;br /&gt;vgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;melange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;farewell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.- Add more in, these are just the 50 odd things that I could remember at this ungodly hour.&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/6005430904843477818-3029897983104441368?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/3029897983104441368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=3029897983104441368' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/3029897983104441368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/3029897983104441368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2009/05/10412164.html' title='10.4.12.164'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-196606703108761754</id><published>2009-05-09T22:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:15:51.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A-Z</title><content type='html'>Imagine a hypothetical situation in which X is a student in BITS-Goa, which has awesome mess food, but for some weird reason X missed all the meals and it is 18.30 in the evening. Oh and X also has an exam the next day so X needs to stay up all night and study to get a decent grade. This is also one such situation where X actually cares about the grade. Ok, now X's friend (Y, who also has the exam) and X set out at 20.00 hrs to see what's in the mess for dinner and decide that they don't want awesome food and that they are ready to sacrifice it for some mediocre food. Now, they contemplate between J and N and decide that N is a better alphabet and go there, make a disgusted face seeing the food available there. The two of them then wonder about the other open options and decide that the next best alphabet and the one closest to N is of course, M. M has the usual food and nothing extra ordinary. Oh oh, now Y gets a brainwave that this place, lets call it S, has Top Ramen and that they both should try it. So they walk all the way to S which is farther than the J by the way. When they reach there, all they see are Maggi packets. (Tomato flavoured X-|, X hates tomatoes) Y buys soap, as usual. (X suspects that Y eats soap when hungry because she buys them at the rate of 5 a month). Options options... Food could be ordered from P which gets delivered at the campus at 10.30 pm. That looked like a very good option. After a long discussion they finally managed to decide on what to order. Ah sadly, this wasn't the end of story. They don't have the number of P and so X messages 2-3 friends and no one replies. And, finally when they do get the number they realise that it's too late and P doesn't take orders after 21.00 hrs. Sigh! The two of them laugh at their pathetic situation and decided to settle for Bread, cheese and jam as their dinner. :-| &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-196606703108761754?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/196606703108761754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=196606703108761754' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/196606703108761754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/196606703108761754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2009/05/z.html' title='A-Z'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-1822986875281042003</id><published>2009-04-05T12:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:33:13.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not so Fool-Proof :-/</title><content type='html'>Just when I got to thinking that the 1st of April went without any "mishaps", I was proved wrong. 4 of us (2 high, 2 sober) were peacefully sitting in a restaurant in Vasco and one of us(X) gets a call from a friend(Y) in College. X answers the call, face growing tensed by the minute, tells us that Y and another friend got caught (and disco-ed) at the gate and that the 'mascot of vodafone' was at the gate checking and at least 15 people were caught. All of us get very worried and wonder how to make it in safely. None of us realised that it was April 1st and this would make the perfect prank! We come back to find nothing, and only later did we realise the whole plot :-/. The first time that I was on the falling-for-a-prank side (as far as I can remember).&lt;div&gt;Hope y'all fell into/devised some pranks that were successful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/6005430904843477818-1822986875281042003?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/1822986875281042003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=1822986875281042003' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/1822986875281042003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/1822986875281042003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-fool-proof.html' title='Not so Fool-Proof :-/'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-3058343802393884581</id><published>2009-04-04T22:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:49:57.776+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai trip'/><title type='text'>Hop on, Hop off</title><content type='html'>Less than 15 min after getting off the train in Chennai, I saw this bus that said 'Hop on, Hop off'. On asking mom what it is, she vaguely said some Chennai tour thingy and that the tourism department has introduced one to Mahabalipuram too. I make a mental note of this, forget all about it within a few minutes, get home and start planning for the Pondicherry trip (Plan-A) which was long due. Due to technical glitches I realised that the trip isn't exactly possible. So, I started looking for a Plan-B. Then I decided to find out more about this '&lt;a href="http://www.tamilnadutourism.org/hopontour.html"&gt;Hop on, Hop off&lt;/a&gt;' tour (I'll call it HoHo henceforth, kinda sounds like Santa doesn't it?:)) ', I didn't really understand how this worked, called a couple of numbers, wasn't happy with the answers the TTDC officials gave, finally decided to go to Mahabalipuram!&lt;div&gt;The whole HoHo tour has buses at 1 hr intervals and has a number of stops (tourist locations) on the way (11 to be precise). We could get down at any of these spots and take the next bus that comes on the way. The whole thing didn't start off well 'coz we had to stand in the 1st leg of our journey. We hopped on at Thiruvanmyur and hopped off at &lt;a href="http://www.dakshinachitra.net/"&gt;Dakshina Chitra&lt;/a&gt; which is like a center for promoting art/traditions of south India. Interesting place and has a nice craft bazaar. Roamed about for 2 hours and then decided to go to crocodile bank from there (skipped some water ride thing and sea lion show in between). Oh my god! I've NEVER seen SO MANY crocodiles in my life! A cage/pool contained abour 400 crocodiles! All just lazing about all day. Crocodiles are lazier than me for sure! After this, we directly went to Shore Temple in Mahabalipuram and I was certain that the heat'll kill me. Humidity just made things worse. Summer is NOT the time to visit these places! The Shore Temple is now under the Archeological Surbey of India and was maintained lots better than what it was a few years ago. After a late lunch there, we moved on to the Five Rathas. Brilliant sculptures built on a single rock, eons ago! Simply marvellous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I'd like to mention a small incident that happened when we were entering this place. All these tourist sites have different rates for Indians and foreigners (no clue why). Shouldn't they be happy and charge them less/same rate? Ok, we've decided to loot the ones that come from abroad. This lady (non-Indian) was wearing a saree, married to an Indian guy entered the place and walked a few steps . The security comes from nowhere and says 'madam you have to take a different ticket, this one isn't valid for you'. The lady was so bewildered when this happened. Atrocious, don't you think?! It just got me thinking on whether other countries behave the same way with their guests, are they as discriminating as we are? And soon after this it was time for us to get back. We boarded the bus and had a peaceful ride back to Thiruvanmyur. Nice experience on the whole, and punctuality of these buses definitely needs a special mention. They are on time at each location. And, the other locations I missed were- VGP, Mayajaal, MGM, Tiger Caves and a temple (don't remember the name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No surprises that the journey from Mahabalipuram to T'myur took less time than from T'myur to T.Nagar thanks to the traffic, it was ten times worse because of the humidity, temperature and the crowded bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chennai! :-/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(All those who want to start arguing about Bangalore being the same, don't! The weather there doesn't make you feel that you are going to drop dead any moment because of dehydration/heat and that wasn't the point of the whole post!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-3058343802393884581?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/3058343802393884581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=3058343802393884581' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/3058343802393884581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/3058343802393884581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2009/04/hop-on-hop-off.html' title='Hop on, Hop off'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-1527065058260049279</id><published>2009-03-27T02:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:46:22.181+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Inferiority complex isnt something that ive always had but seeing the number of ideas my blogger friends have constantly and come up with some creative thing or the other, i'm beginning to wonder, should i let my blog sleep? Or should i use the tiny li'l thing in the head of mine called the brain and sacrifice some amount of sleep and peace that it can get? Anyway, it's been too long since i wrote anything decent, 240 odd days and so much has happened since. It is impossible for me to recall the interesting stuff and write about all that thanks to the memory of a goldfish that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yeah, finally coming to the title, a few friends of mine and I were discussing about how we maintain diaries and other stuff related to that. I am one person who definitely needs to maintain one constantly so that it'll be easier to recall things! How many of us maintain diaries (not an e-diary or some such thing)? Write things personal/can't be told to others/ something thats bothering us etc etc. in it regularly? Well, i don't think many people fancy writing to typing or paper to word these days. For me, its so much more satisfying to write something at the end of each day, be it the events of the day or something funny that someone said (dont i sound like joko , so darn vague! :P) or even some random thought that you recollect that happened ages ago. Naming a diary is not something that i've done so far (Nadine, is that you?) but doing that makes you feel like you actually are talking to someone. :-/. And, reading old diaries bring back such pleasant memories and tends to life your spirits, doesnt it? I still can't understand how an e-journal can substitute pen and paper! As usual, I cant think of a fitting way to end this post, it's been quite a while since i wrote anything, i better wipe the dust off my diary and write in that as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Toodles!&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/6005430904843477818-1527065058260049279?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/1527065058260049279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=1527065058260049279' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/1527065058260049279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/1527065058260049279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary,'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-647264069606464248</id><published>2008-07-29T14:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:41:08.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>afternoon blah</title><content type='html'>Grass is always greener on the other side. So &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; say. &lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt; also say ignorance is bliss. What you don’t know won’t kill you and curiosity supposedly kills the cat. How are we supposed to find out about the ‘other side’ if these sayings ask us to contain ourselves with the answers that we have? Isn’t asking questions good? If yes, where’ll the answers come from? I think there’s this someone(who according to this other &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://ripvanwink.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; is very fishy) who will answer all of life’s unanswered mysteries ‘someday’. If not, we just have to ask them many simpler questions to find the answer to one big question. On the whole,&lt;em&gt; they&lt;/em&gt; always like to confuse us don’t&lt;em&gt; they&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- 1st time i'm typing something in the section that says- Labels for this post : :-B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-647264069606464248?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/647264069606464248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=647264069606464248' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/647264069606464248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/647264069606464248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/07/afternoon-blah.html' title='afternoon blah'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-7165921397935902147</id><published>2008-06-20T21:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:53:52.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BLACK (or white?)</title><content type='html'>A common sight that you see outside a movie theater, especially if the movie is brand new or super-hit is people selling tickets in black. I've purchased tickets that way 2-3 times in the past, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; did i experience what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;Normal day to begin with. We went just in time for the movie only to see house-full board at the ticket counter. And, the guy at the counter said 'you should've come before 2 minutes'. Sigh! Wondering what to do we look around only to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mere baap pehle aap&lt;/span&gt; playing in the next theater. Throwing one another an expression of disgust we waited for don't know what. After a wait of around 30 minutes, we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;We finally started walking out which is when there were these people who were chanting 'balcony balcony'. On being asked how much, he said '100 rupees madam'. My friend very smartly asked '100 rupees for 2 tickets?' (I couldn't suppress a grin because I knew (so did she) that the tickets costed 65 bucks apiece) . There began the bargaining. We said we were ready to pay him 160. He dismissed the idea without even considering our beseeching looks. With heavy hearts we began tracing our steps back to where we parked our vehicle. The guy who earlier said no to 160 rupees came running towards us and said 'give me 160 and take these tickets, the show is about to start'. We couldn't belive our eyes, readily gave the amount and walked inside the theater.&lt;br /&gt;We went in the theater, the guy nicely tore our tickets, and then we happily went to occupy our seats and we found 2 other people already sitting. The guy who shows people to their seats asked us for our stubs and verified with those people and saw that they had the same seat numbers. He asked us how much we paid for these tickets. We said '80 rupees'. He grinned making us look worse by the minute. He later came and said ' these are tickets for the morning show'. We were stumped, felt extremely stupid and walked out hurriedly(with one half of the ticket) in a hope to find the guy who sold us the tickets. Hah! Like he'd lurk around, wait for us to come yell at him or whatever. End of story? No, not so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we didn't have any other option, feeling awfully cheated we walked towards the parking lot which is when we were approached by 2 people. One of them told me ' I want two tickets please give them to me'. The other one said 'no, no don't give him both, give me one'. The 1st man had already snatched the tickets from my hand, oh they weren't even tickets just the stubs, thrust 150 bucks in my hand and left in a jiffy. I was so shocked when he asked me for the tickets, even more shocked with how quickly it all happened and I had the 150 rupees in my hand. I still am very puzzled with the whole thing. There is something very wrong. But we were tensed-happy that we got our money back. All sorts of things started reeling in my head. What if that money was fake? What if it were some kind of a nasty business that we got ourselves into? Who was that man? Well, you know..&lt;br /&gt;How strange do you think it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-7165921397935902147?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/7165921397935902147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=7165921397935902147' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7165921397935902147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7165921397935902147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-or-white.html' title='BLACK (or white?)'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-212340956648934618</id><published>2008-05-30T15:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:28:53.024+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make new friends&lt;br /&gt;but keep the old.&lt;br /&gt;One is silver&lt;br /&gt;the other gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mim, from The Guy Next Door&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I dunno why i got reminded of that now.&lt;br /&gt;Change is good, but how good is the question.&lt;br /&gt;I've already blogged about how things have changed so much. Nothing is gonna be the same again. The people, the circle of friends, the hanging out part, the classes you attend and the people that you attend with, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow at this point of time it just doesn't seen right, Birla uncle take away one entire year from the college life that we can have. Early goodbyes, work, money, project, intern is what these holidays have been about. It's not the just-lazing-around holidays. When do you have ps? Where are you planning to stay? What company? How much does it pay? When'll you come to Bangalore (or Goa)? Ah, I just wanna not go through all this a year before it actually should happen. Anyway, I just wanted my mind off this thing for a while so the post :) . For those of you who are going for ps, good luck and for the rest of you, enjoy the last (or the 2nd last) sem in college :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- This will probably be my last post before ps. One or two of those stupid questions in my head might come up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S- I love that book ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-212340956648934618?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/212340956648934618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=212340956648934618' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/212340956648934618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/212340956648934618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-new-friends-but-keep-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-3695685729575027019</id><published>2008-05-24T01:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:00:30.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste theory</title><content type='html'>Are you like "what the hell!!" ?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think it might be?&lt;br /&gt;How close do you think you can come to the actual theory? :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell me what you think it might be, i'll make gow post abt the whole thing (it's her theory!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheersssss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-3695685729575027019?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/3695685729575027019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=3695685729575027019' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/3695685729575027019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/3695685729575027019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/05/toothpaste-theory.html' title='Toothpaste theory'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-6710591377993122919</id><published>2008-05-22T23:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:25:55.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Err what?! :O</title><content type='html'>Few shocking things i've seen on tv in the recent past-&lt;br /&gt;On some mtv programme on being asked who wrote the national song- the girl replied Subhash Chandra Bose. thats not all, she dint seem embarrassed or anything on saying something as foolish as that! What do these ppl learn in school?&lt;br /&gt;More famous mtv roadies - qsn- whos the president of India? How can a person not know the president of his/her own country?&lt;br /&gt;Answers that came up- Manmohan Singh, APJ Abdul Kalam, Sushma (I know its a lady but dunno the name.. i mean how on earth!).&lt;br /&gt;Channel V Iq- people couldn't identify Pratibha Patil but most ppl could identify Esha Deol.. Tch tch&lt;br /&gt;If this is the literate population of the country, we seriously are in grave danger! :-\&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is something worse (happened in the US, pheww)- On the show beauty and the geek when someone was asked when the next presidential election is gonna be held, someone said 2006!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-6710591377993122919?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/6710591377993122919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=6710591377993122919' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6710591377993122919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6710591377993122919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/05/err-what-o.html' title='Err what?! :O'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-7891009241580196089</id><published>2008-05-22T10:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:37:14.732+05:30</updated><title type='text'>alien kid?</title><content type='html'>whos this alien kid oink keeps talking about?&lt;br /&gt;is there some hidden code that we are supposed to decipher?&lt;br /&gt;does it refer to oink/any of us in the next birth? :P&lt;br /&gt;am i the only person who didn't understand what he's trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;is everyone else pretending to understand just cuz they dont wanna make a fool of themselves? :-\&lt;br /&gt;too much star wars effect or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;R2-D2 :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-7891009241580196089?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/7891009241580196089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=7891009241580196089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7891009241580196089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7891009241580196089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/05/alien-kid.html' title='alien kid?'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-8822827511716080693</id><published>2008-05-22T03:08:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:22:54.427+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mind block?</title><content type='html'>has it ever happened that you cant think at all?&lt;br /&gt;even if you wanted to real bad ..&lt;br /&gt;oh during an exam, your mind just goes blank and all you can remember is that it comes on this part of so and so page but nothing relevant to the answer comes to your head!?&lt;br /&gt;ah this mind block(as i call it) also happens when you want something to happen so desperately and it doesnt! (you all know what i'm talking abt :-\) and this post which comes as a result of all that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-8822827511716080693?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/8822827511716080693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=8822827511716080693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/8822827511716080693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/8822827511716080693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/05/mind-block.html' title='mind block?'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-8034796008446093112</id><published>2008-05-22T01:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:18:55.691+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remote Control</title><content type='html'>Such a fascinating thing!&lt;br /&gt;how did people change channels on tv before it was discovered?&lt;br /&gt;was it discovered before the tv itself?&lt;br /&gt;one day the remote control stops working, no one even bothers watching tv that day! at least i wont! :P&lt;br /&gt;if the remote control stops working do you people watch the same channel all day or do you have the patience to go change it on the tv? or how does the whole thing work out? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheersss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-8034796008446093112?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/8034796008446093112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=8034796008446093112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/8034796008446093112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/8034796008446093112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/05/remote-control.html' title='Remote Control'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-1153731837533171432</id><published>2008-05-21T23:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:57:42.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A blog addict ?</title><content type='html'>Who is a blog addict?&lt;br /&gt;1) someone who blogs lots?&lt;br /&gt;2) person who reads others(known, unknown ppl) blogs&lt;br /&gt;3) one who creates new blogs for timepass?&lt;br /&gt;4) all of the above&lt;br /&gt;5) other, specify&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-1153731837533171432?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/1153731837533171432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=1153731837533171432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/1153731837533171432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/1153731837533171432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-addict.html' title='A blog addict ?'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-2965182961544390727</id><published>2008-05-03T17:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:00:32.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>gg cOmPRE</title><content type='html'>another compre, same story.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the kinda person who aces compre or even does remotely well. its screwing-up-big-time time for me and i must say i've gotten used to it. exams doesnt seem of any importance anymore for dunno-what reason!&lt;br /&gt;2nd exam today, opre. oh my gawd! amazes me to see myself forgetting simplest of things at the spur of the moment and screwing up any paper given to me.&lt;br /&gt;ah 4 more exams to go and im outta this campus for a good six months. need the break more than anything else now. well, dont think anyone's gonna read this anytime soon, wont be relevant later but what the hell i'll just post it.&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-2965182961544390727?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/2965182961544390727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=2965182961544390727' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/2965182961544390727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/2965182961544390727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/05/gg-compre.html' title='gg cOmPRE'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-8621811431824535587</id><published>2008-03-01T02:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T03:23:47.154+05:30</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>1 cdc sem gone, another going. I've been feeling extremely stupid for the past dunno how many weeks. Lack of knowledge, shirking off work to while away time just like that, not studying for tests and what not. This post is coming after i re-re-read ms's post (physic-ally impossible?) , test1, putting off sop work because of other stuff, test1 markswhich got me wondering. I talk to myself a lot these days(Oh, its not uncommon) about everything.These are the most frequent questions that i ask myself-  What is this engineering all about? Is this what my reward was for studying my ass off for 2 years? Does Birla Institute of Technology and Science feel happy to see students whining and complaining (for lack of power, water.. yes yes we live in a forest)? Is this where I was destined to be? Have I gained an ounce of knowledge after coming here? Whatever so called education that we are getting here, is it enough to call ourselves engineers? What am i going to do? When am I going to stop feeling so stupid? What is going to happen? When is it all going to become alright, finally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-8621811431824535587?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/8621811431824535587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=8621811431824535587' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/8621811431824535587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/8621811431824535587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-4769325952065198915</id><published>2007-12-31T22:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:38:15.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The year that was</title><content type='html'>This aint a post, jus wanted a last one in '07, a weird year (one sem being kinda nice and the other being kinda not-nice for me :P) .. anyway, heres to a less-crappy year(hopefully), new beginnings, lotsa fun n all the rest!!  happy '08! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-4769325952065198915?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/4769325952065198915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=4769325952065198915' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/4769325952065198915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/4769325952065198915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-that-was.html' title='The year that was'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-7053181889017562666</id><published>2007-12-27T17:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:22:57.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'>zzxyz ccabc</title><content type='html'>I don't know how else to put this&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me so long to do this&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight&lt;br /&gt;My muscles feel like a melee&lt;br /&gt;My body's curled in a U-shape&lt;br /&gt;I put on my best but I'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;Propped up by lies and promises&lt;br /&gt;Saving my place as life forgets&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time I saw the world&lt;br /&gt;I'm only here for a while&lt;br /&gt;But patience is not my style&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so tired that I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Where am I supposed to hide now?&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I should stick around for you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I could have it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;I get to go home in one week&lt;br /&gt;But I leaving home in three weeks&lt;br /&gt;They throw me a bone just to pick me dry&lt;br /&gt;I'm following suit and directions&lt;br /&gt;I crawl up inside for protection&lt;br /&gt;I'm told what to do and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm over existing in limbo&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the myths and placebos&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind if I just fade away&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to live with my family&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to die in obscurity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm so tired that I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Where am I supposed to hide now?&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;You still don't think I'm going see this through&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm a part of history&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I can have it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? Oh well, those are the lyrics of a song and I'm jobless so....... :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-7053181889017562666?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/7053181889017562666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=7053181889017562666' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7053181889017562666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7053181889017562666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/12/zzxyz-ccabc.html' title='zzxyz ccabc'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-2405754851888280860</id><published>2007-12-24T01:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:15:40.384+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOL/hahaha/:D/:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is funny? A joke (all sorts- pj, sarcasm etc etc.)? A funny picture? Anything? Everything? Anything that makes me laugh need not necessarily be funny to all or vice-versa. Why do we all laugh? That’s another question. Anyway, this topic all of a sudden because today was one of my laughing days —I laugh for no reason at all, I find &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; funny. Does that ever happen to any of you? Do you find every damn thing that your friends say amusing? Do you find yourself laughing looking at a non-living thing (read comp screen) at any point of time? Do you actually lol when you type that anytime? Do you sometimes laugh before even realizing what the situation is? Do you sometimes laugh when you’re not supposed to? Have you ever gotten into an embarrassing situation because the timing of your laughter was inappropriate? Oh I could go with a million such questions. The point of it all is the fact that I love to laugh (with or without reason) and am a strong believer in “laughter is the best medicine”. Even a smile at times could work wonders. What was the point of this post? Ah, nothing, as usual, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-2405754851888280860?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/2405754851888280860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=2405754851888280860' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/2405754851888280860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/2405754851888280860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/12/lolhahahad.html' title='LOL/hahaha/:D/:)'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-4829427386691102298</id><published>2007-12-24T01:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:14:35.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A funny incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A funny incident happened when my friends and I were going to Vasco by those small miniscule buses. We as usual were rambling on and on and on (in Tamil). There was this person sitting next to us. He suddenly asks me if I’m from Chennai. I say yes, to finish off the conversation quickly. No no he doesn’t give up so easily. He asks me where I’m studying (all in tamil). I say BITS. He asks me “&lt;i style=""&gt;ennadhu?&lt;/i&gt;”(what?). I say BITS-Pilani this time. No use. He asks “&lt;i style=""&gt;adhengairukku?&lt;/i&gt;”(where’s that). He asked me if it was some kind of payment seat and why I did not get into any college in Tamil Nadu. Then one of my friends who was sitting in the next seat says “there’s an all-India exam for BITS”. That man had a blank expression and says ok(looked so not convinced, assumed we were some kinda duffers who could not manage even a payment seat from wherever we were). Ah the conversation isn’t over yet. He actually had the guts to ask me for my mobile number. This was how he asked- “&lt;i style=""&gt;naanum tamil neenglum tamil rendu perum ippo remote la irrukom phone number kooda kuduka koodatha&lt;/i&gt;” (I'm tamil, you're also tamil, both of us are in remote, cant you please give your phone number). Lol! Had to struggle lots to stop myself from laughing. We all had an awesome laugh after we got down the bus. Oh btw, I told him didn’t have a mobile. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ps- not so interesting post.  So will go to the trash when I later delete certain posts :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-4829427386691102298?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/4829427386691102298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=4829427386691102298' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/4829427386691102298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/4829427386691102298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-incident.html' title='A funny incident'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-613666255558025758</id><published>2007-12-15T05:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T05:51:58.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Disaster</title><content type='html'>Post compre no1 really knows what to do.. well i returned from an awesome panjim trip(domino's cheese burst roxxxest!!) and then did this n that when i finally thought i'll change the template of my blog, poor thing been wearing the same clothes for a looong time now.. so i google, get some site which had some iphone template.. ah excitement excitement!! i immediately downloaded it with so much of enthusiasm n changed it at once.. aarrrggghhhhhhhhhh- was my 1st reaction.. then i what i saw was beyond what i expected it'd be like.. n all the stuff on the right side(dunno wht they're called!) were gone O.o.. mega thuism only! i couldnt take the fact that my so-pavam-lookin blog looked like some villains sidekick in some lame hindi movie!! even the old one after all this drama looked so pathetic without the heading i jus wanted to smash the laptop(ah over exaggeration, no way i'd hav done that).. phew i finally gathered some patience n then managed to bring it back to the way it was with a few changes here n there.. and so decided 2 post on how some dumass site can ruin the mood for u even after u're done with compre!!! this post wudve almost not been there thanks to mozilla crashing abruptly all of a sudden but yoyoyo blogspot has auto save(god bless 'em) so here it is.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-613666255558025758?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/613666255558025758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=613666255558025758' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/613666255558025758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/613666255558025758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/12/disaster.html' title='Disaster'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-7064864170329322378</id><published>2007-12-04T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:41:45.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog...</title><content type='html'>Long time, no blog.. I missed at least 10 occasions when I really wanted to blog but did not because of various lame reasons.. I finally decided that i should overcome the laziness and blog!  Something that has been on mind all this sem- about how things change, people change.. Change need not necessarily be good,one may not like it, but it jus happens.. Ms n i were walking tonite in our usual route.. the one that has been the same from sem1.. good ol' days.. all of us were always together, no meetings, no comps(=&gt; no addiction to trivia, anagrams, dc),  no hanging out in the library, no reports/assigments to write(!!), no anything that we could do alone or no hmm..few other things that i dont really wanna say.. It amazes me when i look back and see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much&lt;/span&gt; things have changed.. I've discussed about this with various people around me and everyone pretty much has the same thing to say- '1st sem was the best :) ' and i see no reason to disagree.. Agreed we have so much more to do now but talking to your neighbour on gtalk/dc is the limit! theres very li'l "talking" to friends these days.. Gone are those Saturday nights when we used to stay up till dawn and just talk/laugh about stuff.. Everyone(including me, of course) just prefers to shut themselves up with their comps and the ones who don't like it hang around till 11 and then boom, another day of the semester over! Ah come exams, all the more reason for people to remain shut in their rooms and gobble up their meals in a jiffy and get back to the precious books and over-work the poor things called brains till they scream "leave me alone"!!  What  is the solution to all this?  Is it possible to come up with a plan which will lead to more human interaction? Is it possible to unchange the changes that have occurred in the past few months? will my dream of a perfect sem come true? Highly impossible, I know.. but yeah,  whatever it is, you just have to deal with things and accept it the way they are.. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I've included everything i wanted to (will edit later if anything does pop into my mind), till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;Peace! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-7064864170329322378?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/7064864170329322378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=7064864170329322378' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7064864170329322378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7064864170329322378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog...'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-4280423336624751851</id><published>2007-09-02T20:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:34:31.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why is the B-wing the way it is?</title><content type='html'>Just a thought that comes to my mind every time i walk on the uneven, the most inconvinient surface to walk on especially when you are late to a class and decide that you'll not take the sheltered way and walk on the road instead and it starts pouring(the goa rains!!) .. this B-wing makes it IMPOSSIBLE to run.. even if you do decide to run you'll almost immediately regret it..water splashes, everything becomes such a mess and sheesh.. happened when "i" decided to attend "optimization" lecture.. why did they decide to make it this way? what purpose does it serve? is it for beautification sakes? oh well, might look ok from a distance but its such a IRRItating thing to keep looking down while walking! I dunno what the purpose of this post is and yeah its a short one.. cant think too much on such a thoo-thing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- dont think im crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;pps- i bunked that class ob.. who in the right state of mind will go sit in an lt wet?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-4280423336624751851?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/4280423336624751851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=4280423336624751851' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/4280423336624751851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/4280423336624751851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-is-b-wing-way-it-is.html' title='Why is the B-wing the way it is?'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-6088555094593810846</id><published>2007-08-18T21:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:19:00.031+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The journey continues....</title><content type='html'>Sem 5.. not a bad beginning i must say but whoa!.. too much is happenin already.. to begin with CDC's, 30 hrs of classes without any elective (eee is indeed blessed), the crappiest priority number(as ever!!), new mess contractor(yay!), atttendin classes (for a change), photos rage(toooo many already n its not even a month dammit, thx 2 a digicam n myirad(word of the day?):) mobile cams), goin 2 vasco millions of times, thx 2 hutch n airtel n the amboli trip which was awesome!!... but most things r jus d same.. dc, lectures, regular visit to d sac,sc, ic, nesc n the goa-special-weather, walks,  incessant chitter-chatter, bunkin a class after contemplatin for long whether or not it is necessary 2 attend... sems goin pretty well but m sure test1'll change it all.. the words of the days n songs of the days r cool n ya the thought of learnin a new language(german) excites me.. too bad bosm isnt a flawless plan, visitin pilani still remains a dream!..  elections round the corner, the whole college is excited abt whos contestin n whos gonna win.. defn worth a wait 2 c wht d fantastic four(y do they call themselves tht?!) is gonna b like this time.. hmm.. dont hav anythin else 2 say/type now.. till next post, cheers! happy voting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- its a holiday n bday n zephyr(hopefully!) sem.. so fun time begins!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-6088555094593810846?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/6088555094593810846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=6088555094593810846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6088555094593810846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6088555094593810846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/08/journey-continues.html' title='The journey continues....'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-6542020696843550221</id><published>2007-07-27T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:19:16.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snakes and Scorpions</title><content type='html'>Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvelous, breath-taking, fantastic, beautiful, simple, stupendous, amazing, awesome etc.&lt;br /&gt;These are a few words that should come naturally to anyone's mind when they think of nature (pardon me if I missed out on better adjectives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you hear about how climate patterns are changing, how ozone layer is depleting due to over pollution (CFC's mainly), how the average temperature of earth is increasing, how forests are receding, how several species of animals are becoming endangered and many many more problems related to nature. What could possibly be the root cause to all these problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is selfish (c'mon, accept it!). The species as a whole was/is still being selfish despite knowing the fact that there is going to be no earth to live on 20 years from now. 20 years (read that loud and clear)! Isn't 20 years a little too soon? Yes, it is. The temperature of the earth is likely to rise by a maximum of 6.4 degrees (Celsius). Whoa! That’s lots. Imagine the temperature being 50-55 during summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming, temperature changes... What next? Animals. Protection of endangered species. Current rate of extinction of such species is 10 to 100 times greater than any of the prior mass extinction events in the history of the Earth. If this rate of extinction continues or accelerates, the number of species becoming extinct in the next decade could number in the millions. Extinction will lead to the loss of the species (as an entity in the biological system), destabilization of the ecosystem, it might affect other species, genetic material and biochemicals that are associated with the species will be lost forever. Does all this make the problem that we have in our hands look grave? It sure does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the danger because of plastic. I read somewhere that plastic wastes can be more of a threat than global warming. Plastic covers and bottles are to be seen everywhere. The real problem with plastic pollution in the world's waters -- the fact that it never, ever, degrades. It’ll eventually become a part of the food chain. Many cows die because they eat the plastic that’s there in the garbage bins which results in choking. Now, imagine the same story being said in case of humans. Too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole nature-turning-against-humans is not far away in the future. We’ll pay for all that we’ve done to them. The least you and I can do is not litter, minimize the use of plastic to whatever extent possible, avoid cutting trees, plant trees wherever possible, raise our voices against hunting, poaching, the inhuman practices against animals, contribute in any little way possible. I’m not saying technology is bad; we should stop using vehicles because it pollutes the environment, we should just realize the limits and not cross them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to wake up everyday to get my oxygen tank filled. Imagine not having animals around you because they all perished in the race for survival. Imagine a life which is no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- A serious blog I know. This issue has been bothering me from the time I was say around 14. The topic only because i love both those animals and they're a part of nature too. And, I seriously was considering joining the blue cross or the WWF or work for the Discovery channel. This one’s to all those dreams. Cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-6542020696843550221?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/6542020696843550221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=6542020696843550221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6542020696843550221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6542020696843550221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/07/snakes-and-scorpions.html' title='Snakes and Scorpions'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-1293365838403568248</id><published>2007-07-25T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:24:16.838+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NEWS</title><content type='html'>9.00 pm- headlines at this hour&lt;br /&gt;i) first lady president blah blah&lt;br /&gt;ii) so n so kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;iii) a girl in bombay critically injured cuz of an eve teasing incident&lt;br /&gt;iv) ap assembly war (cong v tdp)&lt;br /&gt;v) rain saves indias game&lt;br /&gt;all this covered in the 1st segment n then some ads tht make absolutely NO sense..&lt;br /&gt;9.11- 2nd segment of d news.......&lt;br /&gt;9.21-sports n show biz.. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit down to watch the news everyday n i must say except for the 1st 1o minutes, rest of the news is crap!.. i DONT care abt wht a particular bollywood/hollywood star wears for some arbit film festival in some god-forsaken-place!! is tht wht the whole world wants to hear abt? some controversy or the other all the bloody time.. does the media over-hype(is this a word?) any incident that they can devour? do they jus report the incident as it is? do v get to kno the truth at all? but ya ill contradict my own point here, i'd rather kno things goin on in the world(?) this way than not knowin it at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how cud i forget the political influence on some of these channels?! take tamil nadu for instance (this is one of the places where politics takes a nasty turn!)-- wont take names here- party A has channel A which glorifies whtever tht party does, mind u, WHATEVER!! similarly the opposition applies a similar strategy.. immature i kno but cant be helped, whos gonna listen?! .. now, whats the truth, wht shud one believe? its ones call to decide which is right n which is not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osama bin laden, harry potter, madam president(currently), bombay blasts, jihads, some crime committed abt 10 years back for which they're huntin for clues n possible suspects, bollywood/hollywood(how cud i forget?) etc etc is wht a news channel thrives on when nothins happenin in the world.. they dig up stuff tht happened years ago n telecast them as if theres somethin new.. it'll come with the tag abcde exclusive like its brand new discovery!!&lt;br /&gt;its ultimately the viewers choice to decide n believe whts true n whts not.. wht really happened n whts jus the media hype.. whether or not the media is misusin the freedom giv or not..&lt;br /&gt;all this wasnt sposed to go in2 my blog but ive been ponderin abt all these news channels (cuz i watch the news for abt 2.5 hrs everyday:)) n wht they report, the incidents, the crimes, all the politics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoevers readin this jus giv it all a thought n lemme kno abt wht u feel strongly for/against, wht u believe is true/not true n the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodle-oo (i learnt this recently, so showin-off) for now! cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- 4 more days 2 go.. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;pps- hmm.. nothin :P jus wanted 2 include a pps :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-1293365838403568248?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/1293365838403568248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=1293365838403568248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/1293365838403568248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/1293365838403568248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/07/news.html' title='NEWS'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-6654494184115581271</id><published>2007-07-24T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:14:12.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my biggest passion! :)</title><content type='html'>Next post.. am hopin to write a decent one..lets c..&lt;br /&gt;Standard qsn again- what?&lt;br /&gt;So i decided, it shld b abt somethin tht keeps me goin, ALL the time, through good n bad times, day in n day out- MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;Be it classical or the other extreme opposite sorts or even the bird-calls or the sound of the gushin river, every person in this whole-wide-world enjoys some form of music at some point of time in their lives.. i'll hav to consider a person to b some kind of a lunatic(superlative of this word abt a thousand times!) if he/she doesnt listen to music!!! there r soo many kindsa music which makes it impossible for any1 to kno abt it all... n hey my fav one liner wud make sense here- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to each her/his own'&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;for me it all started out with learnin carnatic music (tradition!,  sigh) which i learned to appreciate in due course of time.. n then the good ol' eng stuff (thx to dad).. ah then the hindi songs era..lol.. eng pop for a short span n then rock era dawned :) .. the louder the better.. this caption is so apt these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'if it aint loud, it aint music'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i kinda fell in love with tht caption much to the annoyance of my mom cuz ive broken a thing or 2 at home cuz of d loud music :)&lt;br /&gt;even at college its somethin tht relieves me at the end of every bad day.. cut out the bad.. at the end of everyday.. does gr8 wonders, i must say!.. all of us assembling in a room to hav a good chat, plan plans tht v kno r gonna fail, listenin to songs tht v've never heard to n singin those which v love.. lightens every1's mood instantly!.. amazin!!..&lt;br /&gt;cant think of anythin else that'll hold me in a single piece throughout my life.. cant think of anythin tht i enjoy as much as this.. cant imagine livin without it..&lt;br /&gt;till next post, peace!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6005430904843477818-6654494184115581271?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/6654494184115581271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=6654494184115581271' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6654494184115581271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/6654494184115581271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-biggest-passion.html' title='my biggest passion! :)'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005430904843477818.post-7561276984329013880</id><published>2007-07-21T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:09:09.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All over...</title><content type='html'>yea, u guessed it rite! another harry potter post!... i, like many other ppl was totally excited abt the release of deathly hallows for, its the last book of this world-altering-series :P&lt;br /&gt;i finished readin d book a while back n sigh.. i wasnt really happy with the the way it ended.. ya harry dint die n its a they-all-lived-happily-ever-after ending but not for me .. she killed 3 of my fav characters! i was soo shocked! well, voldy died, in a very weird way, not the way i imagined it'd all end.. the characters tht stand out in this book are hermione n hmm.. kreacher.. i dont wanna spoil the fun for those hu havent yet finished readin the book by breakin d suspense.. i'd giv it 6 on 10.. the 4th book still remains my fav.. n yea, i wudnt want jkr to continue writin.. the charm of the series will b lost tht way.. so happy readin 4 d ones hu havent read it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- this ones comin the day after i finished the book.. now tht i recollect the various parts of the story, it feels like a big joke.. sad way to end the most-popular series of all time(exaggeration i kno, but thts how disappointed i am).. n the epilogue was funny to say the least.. hmm at the end of it all what is harry potter up2? oh wait, i dunno,hmm i do kno wht his kids names are,jkr forgot to mention wht bcomes of harry ninteen(y this number, i dunno) years later!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005430904843477818-7561276984329013880?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/7561276984329013880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=7561276984329013880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7561276984329013880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/7561276984329013880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-over.html' title='All over...'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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-6005430904843477818.post-2557275098020283655</id><published>2007-07-03T20:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:41:04.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK.. heres my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; blog ever. Never wrote 1 b4 for unknown reasons, never wanted to share wht I like, dislike, feel strongly for n against cuz I dint think it’d interest ne1 n I also thought my writings were good enuff.. Now, I don’t care!!.. thts an attitude tht impresses me hella lot.. n it aint easy to not giv a damn! So, wht is a blog for? Wht am I sposed to write abt? Why? And then, I asked myself this afternnon, why not?! Here goes- One thing thts always on my mind is- What is life? Whts the meanin of it? Why is it so weird? So unpredictable? I soon realized that everything abt life is a “?” !! Till I was 17, I was happy-go-lucky n this wasn’t something tht bothered me at all.. Once, BITS-G became my life, this question is on my mind almost all the time, prolly cuz I’m more responsible for evrythin tht I do, ive more freedom, I kno what not-so-easy life is like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ve met so many different kindsa people, few nice, few not so nice.. Each of them hav their own story, r unique in their own way n hav different perceptions of life, everything! Theres this grp which studies so hard to achieve wht they want(those 10 points I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;) and one exact opposite who “don’t care”! well, am neither here nor there.. This is whr the crucial questions arise- what do I want frm my life? Will the 4 letter word (I meant CGPA for all those hu thought of some unparliamentary word(s):P) make that much of a difference to my life? And finally, do I care???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&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/6005430904843477818-2557275098020283655?l=cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/feeds/2557275098020283655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005430904843477818&amp;postID=2557275098020283655' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/2557275098020283655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005430904843477818/posts/default/2557275098020283655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cntrl-alt-del.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Vidya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10538448992459471973</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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
