<?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-250045701376247729</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:02:21.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>boredom unleashed</title><subtitle type='html'>boredom unleashed 

thinking abt future i look at past only to realise how boring life has been. we d indians r expected to study like maniacs for some C grade jobs nd finally get thrown out. we donot live life 2 d fullest but still we live ,live 2 succeced that some day we will relive those lost moments of yesteryears when we were supposed to be doin al kind of cool &amp;amp; nonsense stuff we wished we could do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HARSH KUMAR</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100341580194322330618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hMutPkl1bLE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/G0bamuw9mxs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250045701376247729.post-707751881916179254</id><published>2010-12-01T13:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:48:16.775+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SHE WAS MY DATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ashu’s Diary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Date- 25/11/1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;It was like a thousandth time that I asked myself should I ?? shouldn’t I ?? I wasn’t sure. When you are given an option to choose between studying for Semester End exam and a date with the hottest girl in the college it’s very simple the girl wins. The matter becomes slightly complicated when the exam next day turns out to be the "AUTOMOBILE”. It becomes even more complicated when the girl calls you a day before the exam to a restaurant 5 hours away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;In my case the girl won. When you have to go on a date next day, studying isn’t an option. Even when the syllabus is so big that it might even give Mt. Everest a run for its money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I started combing my hair. I never realized how good my curly hair was until she called me hers Culry Burly. Curly Burly i thought again and smile spread across my face. It wasn’t easy thought but a few dinners and movies did the trick. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Well I was almost ready to leave, wearing the best shirt I had, the best pant I could borrow and Oh yes with the borrowed 3000 bucks as well. But I bought the train tickets with my money (those 3000 bucks were only for her). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Staring out of the train's window I was wondering how beautiful life is now. Immersed in my thoughts I was when suddenly somebody woke me up, it was the TC, what the heck I thought, I put my hand in my first pocket, second pocket, third pocket... I searched all my pockets again. I had paid the cash at the ticket counter but forgot to collect the ticket. TC gave me a wild smile and a 700 bucks fine for travelling without ticket in a reserved compartment. Ok i thought, I still had 2300 left, the situation is still not bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;But the situation never got better, it got worse to worst. It was as if the whole universe was conspiring against me and my love. Something of a test I thought may be........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I drifted back into my dreams, and hence forgot that the station was only an hour away from there. Well I did figure it out but two stations late and when I was getting ready to get down at the next station, TC showed up again with a bigger smile and smaller fine(just 500 bucks). Ok I thought again I still had 1800 bucks left so not everything was lost, I could still mange it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;It started raining as I got down. Fully drenched in rain I found an auto booked it for the restaurant for an astonishing 700 bucks. With 1100 left I was hopeful that I will still be able to manage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;By the time I reached the restaurant I was 2 hours late. I paid the auto and got down hurriedly from the auto, as soon as I got down the auto I heard something tear. I saw my pant (which wasn’t mine) torn. Ok I thought now I am dead for sure but I could still pay him so I decided to put my troubles behind and look ahead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Well when you are 2 hours late you can hardly expect your date to be in a good mood. So I bought her a gift (another 600 bucks down the drain).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;As soon as I entered the restaurant I saw her standing at the payment counter. She smiled as she saw me and hugged me, I was taken aback. Not bad I thought. She took my gift and started talking to me very happily. I didn’t understand what was making her so happy, was it me I certainly hoped so. Then a guy came and stood beside her and she introduced us “ ashu meet abhi my boy friend, abhi meet ashu my best friend in college. I was shocked since when did I became her best friend, anger spread all over my body. I was wondering if I went through all this just to meet her boy friend. No I said to myself I went through all this because I liked her, I wanted her to be my date and for a brief period of time I thought that “She Was My Date”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Three months later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Both Ashu and his friend were sitting together. It was the annual pirze distribution ceremony of the college. Bored with the ceremony both of them were looking here and there. A girl was walking towards the stage to collect her prize for the best academic performance of the year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;His friend saw her and in disbelief &amp;nbsp;pointed towards her. Ashu looked at him scornfully and said “Ya Ya .. I know She Was (supposedly) My Date”&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250045701376247729-707751881916179254?l=harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/feeds/707751881916179254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-was-my-date.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/707751881916179254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/707751881916179254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-was-my-date.html' title='SHE WAS MY DATE'/><author><name>HARSH KUMAR</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100341580194322330618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hMutPkl1bLE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/G0bamuw9mxs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250045701376247729.post-5804224739651117617</id><published>2010-09-06T00:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:59:52.892+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JUST THAT IT May Be........</title><content type='html'>Its 10 years the last time I saw her. I could still close my eyes and remember every moment that I saw her, every smile that she smiled , every laugh that she laughed, every prank that she played. I could remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And today we were boarding the same flight. 2 hours we will be together in the same plane , in the same class. May Be.. sitting side by side. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;JUST THAT IT May Be........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my seat wondering what all the fuss was about, as a gentleman (looked more like a bulldog)asked me if I could exchange his seat with mine which apparently was next to her’s. I was ecstatic. May Be.. today was finally the day that i had waited for so long I thought. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;JUST THAT IT May Be........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stole a glance at her.. she was still the most beautiful girl I had ever met in my life. May Be.. now was my time I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t have to do much to start the conversation. She said “hi” first. Before I could get over the excitement, before I could reply thoughts started pouring into me. May Be.. she recognised me. May Be.. she wanted to talk all along this time. May Be.. I was more than just a class mate. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally what seemed like ages I managed to concentrate on the job at hand, I replied “ so wassup where have u been all these years”. She didn’t reply at first. May Be.. she didn’t recognise me . May Be.. my face had changed too much. May Be.. I was a little too blunt. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;JUST THAT IT May Be........ &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then she just smiled. I handled the situation very well &amp;amp; said “I was going to Mumbai on a business trip. What about you .“ she smiled like an angel and the world seemed like it had never been better before. For which she replied that she was going to meet her cousin. I couldn’t help but grin. May Be.. she wanted me to give her a ride home . May Be.. she wanted me to come along. May Be... she wanted to know if I was free for a coffee. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;JUST THAT IT May Be........ &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beep Beep.. &lt;/b&gt;She got a message and she smiled again. But this time she started talking to me she wanted to tell me something about her friend. And once she started she went on like some unstoppable express train. At times waiting for my nod which many a times came a little late. Somehow warmth was spreading all through my body something which had nothing to do with the temperature inside the plane. At that point of time I couldn’t have been happier. May Be.. I thought it was worth the wait. May Be... it this is what we call as destiny. May Be... now I will finally have my wish. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;JUST THAT IT May Be........ &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We finally came to our senses only when the plane started to descend. I couldn’t have been dumber to leave it this late I thought. May Be.. I will have to wait till we get down on the airport. May Be.. then I could ask her for a coffee . May Be.. I could even get to drop her. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUST THAT IT May Be......&lt;/b&gt;.. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finally got down making sure that I got down before her hoping that I finally manage to achieve what I couldn’t in four years of my college life. She had said she will got to KFC so I decided to park myself there. I took a window seat through which I could see people coming in and going out of the airport. And I waited and waited and waited for don’t know how many hours. It seemed like just a moment ago when she was there right in front of me and I couldn’t even touch her. May Be.. this was another test of my love. May Be.. she didn’t want to talk to me again. May Be.. I was not good enough for her. May Be... she already had someone in her life. May Be.. I could still find her in this mega city MUMBAI. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;JUST THAT IT May Be.. May Be.. May Be...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250045701376247729-5804224739651117617?l=harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5804224739651117617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-that-it-may-be.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/5804224739651117617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/5804224739651117617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-that-it-may-be.html' title='JUST THAT IT May Be........'/><author><name>HARSH KUMAR</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100341580194322330618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hMutPkl1bLE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/G0bamuw9mxs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250045701376247729.post-7168805699753611708</id><published>2009-12-07T09:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:26:51.904+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AVENGE</title><content type='html'>I Was going through an article which i dont no why i liked very much..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;IT Goes like this .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A marine posted in afghanistan received a letter from his girl frnd back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Rocky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I no longer love u. Plz return the photo of myself that i send u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The marine was deeply hurt. He collected from his frnds fifty seven photographs of their girlfrnds sisters etc and wrote back..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I m sorry that I cant remember u . Plz take ur photograph from the file and send the rest back to me. Take care, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Rocky&lt;br /&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/250045701376247729-7168805699753611708?l=harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7168805699753611708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2009/12/avenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/7168805699753611708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/7168805699753611708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2009/12/avenge.html' title='AVENGE'/><author><name>HARSH KUMAR</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100341580194322330618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hMutPkl1bLE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/G0bamuw9mxs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250045701376247729.post-3423596142941094438</id><published>2009-08-14T16:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:07:06.224+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She Was Standing There</title><content type='html'>First Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SHE WAS STANDING THERE.She looked at him and smiled.He wanted to say hi ,much more than just hi .But couldnt even manage a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS STANDING THERE talking to her friends.He wanted to talk to her. But she did not know him how could he go and talk to her?He thought. how could he say hi?What will the people around her think about him?And she moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE was standing in a queue to buy a movie ticket.He saw her ,SHE WAS STANDING THERE. She came to him asked him if he could get her tickets.He was the happiest person in the world he couldnot believe it, how could the only girl in this world he wished to talk could come to him and ask only him.Thereby in all this over excitement he forgot to say yes.And she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining ,well dressed ready for a presentation he could see her SHE WAS STANDING THERE .Standing under his umberella he thought it was now or never.He made a move but it was too late by the time he reached her the rain stopped.DAMN !!!!!!!!he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEW YEARS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He parked his car outside an airport and as he came out he saw her SHE WAS STANDING THERE.He couldnt believe his eyes. How lucky i am !!!!! he thought He moved towards her but she wasnt looking at him she was looking at someone else.She came running and hugged that guy and the world just stopped infront of him.Shocked he couldnt believe his eyes how could that happen,tears came down his eyes before he could stop them.She looked at him then towards her fingure ,a shinning new engagement ring .She smiled and happily left leaving him crying behind. ALAS!!!!All these years SHE WAS STANDING THERE right infront of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250045701376247729-3423596142941094438?l=harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3423596142941094438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-was-standing-there.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/3423596142941094438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/3423596142941094438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-was-standing-there.html' title='She Was Standing There'/><author><name>HARSH KUMAR</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100341580194322330618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hMutPkl1bLE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/G0bamuw9mxs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250045701376247729.post-747212844393879852</id><published>2009-07-09T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:07:33.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE LOSER'S LURGY</title><content type='html'>He was smiling,like he always does.Afterall being THE SCHOOL CHAMPION in chess is not just a thing.It was just another game,he knew he was going to win,it was a perfect trap he thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as he moved his king out of the minister's way,two more steps and he would be sitting in canteen and telling girls about his recent exploit.wondering about the fututre he satrted making his move , just as he made his move , he saw a spark cross his opponents eyes.Unfortunately for him He had missed his opponents pawn and put his king in the harms way.but it was already too late ,his world had already crashed in front of his eyes.He the champion was the creator of his own destruction.&lt;br /&gt;By the end 0f the day he had lost 3 more games.Heartbroken he went to lib hidden behind bookshelves he thought how things change with just one mistake, yesterday he was a predator in search of a prey now he was just another guy.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a solution to all his problems he kept thinking about the days proceedings late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTD...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250045701376247729-747212844393879852?l=harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/feeds/747212844393879852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/losers-lurgy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/747212844393879852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250045701376247729/posts/default/747212844393879852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harsh-boredomunleashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/losers-lurgy.html' title='THE LOSER&apos;S LURGY'/><author><name>HARSH KUMAR</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100341580194322330618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hMutPkl1bLE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/G0bamuw9mxs/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
