<?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-28478235</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:20:23.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M’m, m’m, m’m …toasty!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pranav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635102106071744698</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28478235.post-9001150228830379912</id><published>2008-02-14T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:58:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really .... something!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R5uxxTsXB9I/AAAAAAAAC18/lQGiuCmGIzM/s1600-h/master_WW002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159913258741073874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R5uxxTsXB9I/AAAAAAAAC18/lQGiuCmGIzM/s200/master_WW002.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jingling is the noise, they collide in such an elusive way....&lt;br /&gt;that was of me, this is for you, really .... not an easy say.&lt;br /&gt;their touch ... so gentle, so sweet is their embrace....&lt;br /&gt;in a rhythm... alwayz pounds, at mere look of your grace.&lt;br /&gt;they need some wind... or will wait for someone to brush....&lt;br /&gt;but it breathes n says... you are its first and the last crush! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R53xsjsXCAI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/wcFTK3X4Mfk/s1600-h/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160546495834294274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R53xsjsXCAI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/wcFTK3X4Mfk/s200/birds.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; they fly so high... touching the line of sky above....&lt;br /&gt;it also goes, far across... soaring on the flight of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;together they wing... n make the world... look so small....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R53ywTsXCBI/AAAAAAAAC2g/wY46CzX9uX8/s1600-h/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here are just two in the game, to make life's dearest pal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no start... n with no end, just fly n fly n fly....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the one... only one... without whom it will die!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R6sxtDsXCHI/AAAAAAAAC4E/jVMbSSR14bw/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164276047865645170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R6sxtDsXCHI/AAAAAAAAC4E/jVMbSSR14bw/s200/candle.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slowly they melt, but still try to keep the spirit alive..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feelings here, can never end, howsoever deep you dive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chasing the dark, it's alwayz ready to give you some light.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it can hear only you .... and only you will be in its sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing a while, there's a time for them to fade for ever.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's going to treasure, for a life time, n can loose you never!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R6pZMzsXCGI/AAAAAAAAC38/Vn1IQqxL-yk/s1600-h/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164037999303264354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R6pZMzsXCGI/AAAAAAAAC38/Vn1IQqxL-yk/s200/waves.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; together they come, with a force ... so mighty, so strong.....&lt;br /&gt;it can stand, the hell for you, and so to prove e'one wrong.&lt;br /&gt;they have the power ... to blow a ship or lash hard at the shore....&lt;br /&gt;it can own a million .... stress of world, just to care for you more.&lt;br /&gt;howsoever blue, look they give, have lots of salt filled inside....&lt;br /&gt;feelings for you are crystal pure, nothing else can ever reside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That's why I say, it's really ..... something ...... something of you, something for you .... still not just something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28478235-9001150228830379912?l=pranav-singh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/feeds/9001150228830379912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28478235&amp;postID=9001150228830379912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/9001150228830379912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/9001150228830379912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/2008/01/jingling-is-noise-they-collide-in-such.html' title='It&apos;s really .... something!'/><author><name>Pranav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635102106071744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/R5uxxTsXB9I/AAAAAAAAC18/lQGiuCmGIzM/s72-c/master_WW002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28478235.post-8302134002754846713</id><published>2007-04-22T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:11:11.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Identity within.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknLIZX8MEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rx22YWqwELQ/s1600-h/caden-dreaming-bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknLIZX8MEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rx22YWqwELQ/s200/caden-dreaming-bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064802601065525314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lost in the  thoughts, lying at ease....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am all alone, still not with me.&lt;br /&gt;Painting a picture, carving a dream....&lt;br /&gt;blindly I run, noone else I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear those giggles.... n feel those whispers&lt;br /&gt;lending my ears,  I trace  its course....&lt;br /&gt;lot many others ...   try to come in the way&lt;br /&gt;just to make it more n more hoarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknLn5X8MFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/SQfG427bs6M/s1600-h/ist2_306141_dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknLn5X8MFI/AAAAAAAAAjw/SQfG427bs6M/s200/ist2_306141_dreaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064803142231404626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I crush e'thing and    then look for a leap.....&lt;br /&gt;hoping for a thrust up... or a push deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Higher I fly, or even deeper I dive,&lt;br /&gt;both places I gasp for breath....&lt;br /&gt;which only  you could provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get your aroma ... flowing in the air....&lt;br /&gt;with the breeze which braces me all over.&lt;br /&gt;Turning around I look for you, in vain....&lt;br /&gt;to find myself as 'lost in my own world' .. luver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahead I move n behind I see....&lt;br /&gt;yearn for this search to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Happen to land myself .. in the woods....&lt;br /&gt;standing infront of just another bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknMJJX8MGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1bvFAI8BKcg/s1600-h/reflect.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknMJJX8MGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1bvFAI8BKcg/s200/reflect.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064803713462055010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weary I  turn ...  feeling deep thirst....&lt;br /&gt;lead my steps towards a silent lake.&lt;br /&gt;I loose my breath, seeing the water surface....&lt;br /&gt;is that really you .. or just  s'thing fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempted I get,  like a kid so small....&lt;br /&gt;and stretch my hand .. to   take your feel.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I loose you with the ripples....&lt;br /&gt;also  goes along with, all my face appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Suddenly I float in the  air... l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;ike a falling kite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tumble  as a golf ball,  speeding into a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What's that power,   whoz that force....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;drives  all away,  from my own poor soul !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I return,  soaked with dismay....&lt;br /&gt;like an Oyster couldn't find its  own pearl.&lt;br /&gt;bearing a smile, you stood infront of me....&lt;br /&gt;now I couldn't believe .. after seeing my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknMf5X8MHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4aC-cr-eP1w/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknMf5X8MHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4aC-cr-eP1w/s200/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064804104304078962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I move,  you gave a gentle kiss&lt;br /&gt;and read the question on my face ....&lt;br /&gt;Where were you, my dulcinea ???&lt;br /&gt;for whom I made such a long chase....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;" I was moving beside you, all the while....&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to search me across the mile.&lt;br /&gt;I am your shadow ....  part of your soul ....&lt;br /&gt;you didn't feel this and missed your goal.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed with you,  I danced with you....&lt;br /&gt;n was a part of every moment of cheer.&lt;br /&gt;Was holding you tight when you feared....&lt;br /&gt;never feel me away ... oh my dear ....&lt;br /&gt;never feel me away .... oh my dear .... !! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknM0pX8MII/AAAAAAAAAkI/q-hgDBCP7e4/s1600-h/california.dreaming.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknM0pX8MII/AAAAAAAAAkI/q-hgDBCP7e4/s200/california.dreaming.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064804460786364546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RkR3w5X8L_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/3eMiyW8Sgyc/s1600-h/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RkR3w5X8L_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/3eMiyW8Sgyc/s200/shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063303562989940722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28478235-8302134002754846713?l=pranav-singh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/8302134002754846713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/8302134002754846713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-in-thoughts-lying-at-ease.html' title='An Identity within.....'/><author><name>Pranav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635102106071744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/RknLIZX8MEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rx22YWqwELQ/s72-c/caden-dreaming-bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28478235.post-115277927859774043</id><published>2006-07-22T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:42:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats what we call ~ ~ ~ Country Music !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/1600/myhearttoyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/200/myhearttoyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" I don't believe in superstars , organic food and foreign cars ...... but I believe in luv ..... and I believe in you ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/1600/300px-Don_williams.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well ....... When I say Country music ..... for me ..... Its something which engulfs me completely once I lend my ears to it , the flow so soothing , effect quite mesmerizing and you know, lyrics are also equally meaningful. Hold on ! I am not here to market the work of Don Williams or anyone, just letting out an aspect of music which really enthralls me ...... in and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Country Music is actually a catch-all category that embraces several different genres of music: Nashville sound , bluegrass , a fast &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/1600/My%20Mandolin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mandolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; banjo and fiddle-based music, Western, which encompasses traditional Western ballads and Hollywood cowboy music, Western swing, a sophisticated dance music etc...... It is joyful, in contrast with the melancholic Jazz and the Blues. It contains the vigor and realism of the rural songs: Pains, love, illusions... there is much guitar and electronic instruments... but it is a song from the beginning to the end, with beautiful messages. Among these genres is one belonging to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gentle giant of country music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don Williams&lt;/span&gt; as he is nicknamed. His mellow demeanor and warm, life-affirming songs has given him this distinction , whose appeal transcends age, genre and geography. He was elevated to a high pedestal when Eric Clapton contacted him and asked him to open his show in Nashville. He played him "Tulsa Time" which happened to be a major hit. This boosted his confidence and then he came with his signature hits "I believe in you" , "Luv is on a roll" , "True Luv" etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a music to share with someone you luv, some candles, wine and a pleasant fire. Wow! sounds good ..... even more when you happen to play "&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It must be luv .... "&lt;/span&gt; or "&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I wanna hear a heartbeat in the darkness.....&lt;/span&gt; " adding to the ambience. He has covered almost every aspect of life germinating from feeling for someone , turning out into fatal attraction .... what we term as true luv ...... to the sheer ecstasy being in this phase ...... eternal bliss ...... illusions , dreams and fantasies ..... and also for sorrow, pain etc. These are few of those pieces from his repertoire I will like to mention here, which leaves a perpetual trail on those who cherish it with full heart and soul :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fully soaked in Luv ..... euphoria : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I believe in love ... and I believe in you .....' 'It must be love it must be love .... I fall like a sparrow fly like a dove .... You must be the dream I've been dreaming of .... Oh what a feeling it must be love .........' 'Love is on a roll Love is on a good roll ........' 'Your sweet love, love, love...... I place none above .......' 'Come a little closer .... baby ....' ' I wouldn't want to live if you didn't love me .....' ' I know you love me, But love me over again ......' &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and many more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smitten in Luv ...... pain : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'All I could afford is a loving heart the only one I own ..... Cause I'm just a country boy .....' 'All I’m missing is you .....' 'Though I love her and I try to tell her so ..... It’s hello blues and down the road I go .......' 'But she never knew me, she never knew me, she never knew me at all ........' 'Some broken hearts never mend, some memories never end, some tears will never dry, my love for you will never die .......'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the list continues ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/1600/wow.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/200/wow.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28478235-115277927859774043?l=pranav-singh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/feeds/115277927859774043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28478235&amp;postID=115277927859774043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/115277927859774043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/115277927859774043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-what-we-call-country-music.html' title='Thats what we call ~ ~ ~ Country Music !!'/><author><name>Pranav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635102106071744698</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-28478235.post-115217793622293791</id><published>2006-07-07T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:41:00.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so far , yet so close ..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/1600/faryetclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/200/faryetclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Days get spent with the blink of eye ,&lt;br /&gt;still we cherish ... every bit , every pie......&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days , it becomes a month long wait ,&lt;br /&gt;need to travel across the miles , to meet my date.....&lt;br /&gt;Your touch is so gentle , your smile is so sweet ,&lt;br /&gt;e'time we are together , my heart skips a beat.....&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it was fun , getting drenched on the hill ,&lt;br /&gt;the way you happened to run , after I glued your Til !&lt;br /&gt;When we are close , the world seems to move so fast ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it seems like forever , though much time has past.....&lt;br /&gt;Even being far , we are alwayz virtually near ,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes that missing feeling becomes too hard to bear....&lt;br /&gt;I asked her a question , why our hearts took so long to bind ,&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't we get along , inspite you being on my mind......&lt;br /&gt;Humbly you said , Love needs time to blossom dear ,&lt;br /&gt;Distances are needed initially , to know each other very clear......&lt;br /&gt;Since that phase has passed , now I can have you near ,&lt;br /&gt;we will get eternal bliss , alwayz having time to cheer.....&lt;br /&gt;Close were you , very close , I could smell your hair ,&lt;br /&gt;holding you tight in my arms , will alwayz love to take your care.....&lt;br /&gt;When you will be sad , I will dry your tears ,&lt;br /&gt;when you will be scared , I will comfort all your fears....&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone , the wait for a month , so badly , so eagerly ,&lt;br /&gt;when I could keep my head on your lap n feel very dearly.....&lt;br /&gt;Distances will eventually end , near will be you ,&lt;br /&gt;Hissesar won't be far , will just take minutes few......&lt;br /&gt;Hiding you within me , I will have just one thing to say ,&lt;br /&gt;will love you my dearest , less than tomorrow , more than yesterday.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;less than tomorrow , more than yesterday.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/1600/luvbirds.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/200/luvbirds.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28478235-115217793622293791?l=pranav-singh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/feeds/115217793622293791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28478235&amp;postID=115217793622293791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/115217793622293791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/115217793622293791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-far-yet-so-close.html' title='so far , yet so close ..........'/><author><name>Pranav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635102106071744698</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-28478235.post-114830380131505552</id><published>2006-04-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:46:52.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipitous night ....... a Cherished Dream !!</title><content type='html'>As soon as clock ticks past 10 o'clock, drained of energy due to full day activity, before reaching somnolence, most of us yearn to take plunge in the cornucopia of sweet dreams.... to shatter the barriers of reality and transcend our lives on the flight of fantasy taking us to the horizon of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should admit that I was no exception to it, inspite of the fact that I generally don't see dreams or even if I see, I don't remember them at all. But this night's dream turned out to be a special one, which I had never envisioned before, so distinctly, so clearly. I caught sleep quite early that night. But was awakened suddenly, without having the slightest hint of the hours passing by. Clock showed 03:04 AM. There were tantalizing flashes of memory, ephemeral images came and went too quickly for me to grasp them, hold and examine them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of these, there was one which popped up from my mind, with utmost clarity. I could retain her glimpses so well, probably for the first time she crossed my mind so vividly in deep slumber.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;May be this was the result of my growing inclination towards her, or may be it was just another dream &lt;/em&gt;" - I questioned myself in wonderment. Whatever is the case, I felt her near...very near. And my heart wished to let her know this before the fervency gets effaced with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/SrL0DWr0XXI/AAAAAAAAGxw/eGP35JuuLvI/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/SrL0DWr0XXI/AAAAAAAAGxw/eGP35JuuLvI/s200/p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382632843127315826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to open both eyes well, I grabbed my cell, pressed the keys and in a minute, the whole chronicle was ready to be dispatched to my &lt;em&gt;dulcinea&lt;/em&gt;. It was just a send button press away, that my cell beeped : "&lt;em&gt;You have a new message&lt;/em&gt;". I got tempted to read the incoming message which landed in my inbox at this hour of night. And seeing the message, I was dumbfounded, everything in and around me became apparently still, mouth wide open as I scrolled down, were the words from '&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;', and for a moment I found myself bemused at this miracle. How can I believe the text which was supposed to fly out of my cell, a one with similar composition landed in before the former could take off! It took me a minute to usurp this amazement and smile at whatever happened. This was truly a wondrous feeling, &lt;em&gt;which&lt;/em&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/SrL0VWnci5I/AAAAAAAAGx4/FHGAn-tJzjI/s1600-h/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/SrL0VWnci5I/AAAAAAAAGx4/FHGAn-tJzjI/s200/p2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382633152346622866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe there do exists some type of communication, which encompasses all notions of time, crosses all imaginative dimensions, before which even fails what we call in the tech-savvy parlance "&lt;em&gt;Wireless Fidelity&lt;/em&gt;". Just that this is not something that everyone can relish at any instance of time, not something which is visible and tangible, but yesss....indeed everyone of us feel it inside our hearts .... someday ..... someway ..... with closed eyes or as a reverie !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28478235-114830380131505552?l=pranav-singh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/feeds/114830380131505552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28478235&amp;postID=114830380131505552' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/114830380131505552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/114830380131505552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/2006/04/serendipitous-night-cherished-dream.html' title='Serendipitous night ....... a Cherished Dream !!'/><author><name>Pranav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635102106071744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r80xAjYPJo/SrL0DWr0XXI/AAAAAAAAGxw/eGP35JuuLvI/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28478235.post-114820750200307359</id><published>2005-07-24T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:20:03.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Present Thrives and Past Beckons  !!!!</title><content type='html'>This narrative prognosticates the future part of my life and gets narrated assuming that I am a well settled person and a part of a reputed firm. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEB 2010 &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; My Sunday morning began looking at the pleasant smile on the face of my wife who woke me up. I thanked to God for respite from the mundane official exercise and planned to spend the day with my family. While glancing through the morning newspaper, I was constantly bombarded with screamers like terrorist attacks, scandals, extortions, soaring sensex blah blah. One thought that repeatedly intruded my mind was the world slowly getting swallowed by the pecuniary demon. Now we can say that man is possessed by the money instead of vice versa resulting in the damage of his spiritual heart. Man gave value to a piece of paper, now, that piece of paper itself is evaluating man! What an irony! And this way I was dragged over in the grotesque pirouette of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished the devil I had not lived to see this time when “&lt;em&gt;wealth accumulates and men decay&lt;/em&gt;.” I see around me, even in this long deprived land of ours, a sort of spirit that says somewhat pathetically in our conditions: “&lt;em&gt;Earn! Earn! Earn! Then Spend! Spend! Spend!&lt;/em&gt;” Give the tired nerves no rest, the fagged and jaded brain no repose, the weary heart no peace. Look not above, where stars glisten in the sky. Look only below where you have to pave the green earth with burning gold! I watch a world where “&lt;em&gt;Liberty, Equality and Fraternity&lt;/em&gt;” are myths, where man’s right to “&lt;em&gt;life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness&lt;/em&gt;” is an empty ejaculation, where socialism is an eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I felt that I was relatively more happy and contented in my college days when everything seemed rosy and perfect. Away from all the anxieties, all the sorrows of this erratic world, I was always in the proximity of seventh heaven. The resonance of past echoed louder and louder and was urging me to bequeath the ostentatious lifestyle and return back to the old prismatic world. Ephemeral images of college canteen where I used to find solace after pedantic lectures, my peer group, my merry-making friends with whom I made great fun and never felt solitude, were slowly empowering my vision. How can I forget those days when we used to be &lt;em&gt;connoisseur &lt;/em&gt;of every beautiful thing, moving in the shuffling gait in panic at the time of exams, sitting in viva voce with a corrugated face, prolonged round-table conferences with friends, enjoying all festive occasions in college and what not.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I had envisioned a bright future for myself to fulfill which I toiled with my best efforts. But if I had known that after leaving behind this whirlwind of college lifestyle in the near past, I am going to step in this barbarous world, then I would have prayed to Almighty to extend the college life or bless me with such a sentience, strength and confidence that I can live in this world instead of simply surviving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28478235-114820750200307359?l=pranav-singh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/feeds/114820750200307359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28478235&amp;postID=114820750200307359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/114820750200307359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/114820750200307359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-present-thrives-and-past-beckons.html' title='When Present Thrives and Past Beckons  !!!!'/><author><name>Pranav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635102106071744698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28478235.post-115018250415101256</id><published>2005-06-09T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:37:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day before Semesters began @ Compu Wing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Preface :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In the sentences ahead, the scenario of the Compu Wing of Hall-5, a day prior to Semester exams will get unfolded divulging all the details and closely encircling all the compu geeks out there ( if Sanyal can call himself Senior Proff, then all the denizens of this wing can be reckoned as Compu Geeks.... aint it ??) Lets proceed .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/200/compu%20wing%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Punter&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;oduction :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Before I roll , lemme just take a pitstop over the word "punters". Thats the term coined for a bunch of people during final yr as the outcome of one of the gibberish sessions ( a.k.a bhaat session for Dgp&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;ians ). They said Punters Ltd is the company with the most promising future once it comes into existence in a decade or so. They induced a hierarchy for the same and placed all the punters at different coveted positions. And the same "They" wore the diadem themselves for their innovation. Yups ... "They" are Kannu n AB , relishing the prestige at par with Bill Gates , the joint CSAs of this conglomerate. Next we have our honorable CEOs AD n Nigel ...... though Nigel being NRM ( Non-Residential member ) of our wing , had acquired the green card due to his continual presence here n his undisputable dominance in FIFA. Mishra n Gupta a.k.a Munny n Bunny serve the CFO post due to their inherent capability to handle &lt;em&gt;paisa&lt;/em&gt; (Oops ... ammen &lt;em&gt;Currency&lt;/em&gt; if u guys felt offended !!! ). Next comes our Bhaii Sahab - Jain .... our dear CMO, with loads of bhaat potential. Shubho or Kabbu ..... deemed as CTO , just one tickle can make this kabutar fly ...... Then the person with the thorough knowhow of every little aspects n necessities of life ..... ranging from Cell phone to the words spoken by the Cab Driver of NewYork. Thats why he is our CIO , Pammo ...... Then our System Admin guy, or Mr. Google .... Regmi ..... perfect all rounder plus till the time he is done with his Semester courses 5-6 times from start to end .... neither he will take rest nor will let anyone else in the wing feel that the course is manageable ...... Debu , who had terror in the wing due to some lethal powers he was proud to own, is the Head-HR , but served as a vulnerable , bovine punter in the wing. But people did use to fear him , reason of which he himself is fully aware of ! Quarter Balaji , the so called resident of this wing , but Sam can be termed as the finest abode for him , sunk in the Boozy world all the time. "&lt;em&gt;Preciousss ...&lt;/em&gt; " -- Thats Polu .... Then I used to say "&lt;em&gt;Kannu, lets run .... We are on Polu's most-wanted list...!!" . &lt;/em&gt;Prashant Paulkar, Web Designer for Punters , from IT discipline was our prime visitor. Plus this guy had the pleasure of being in Registration committee of AAROHAN among all the so called good feminine faces of the college. So 3 days in a year were alwayz euphoric for him for this reason. Khatash , the assistant CTO , was there in the first room , the door of which was alwayz open and one can find him lying on his bed till 10 am , round the week. Jitu also being on the same post , can be called Ryan of 5-point someone , Linux flowed through his veins along with Pink Floyd n Vodka. Swami , born philospher , blessed were we to have such a talent living with us , is the head of Films Dept. Next was Jay Pa ji , the easiest victim of the quips from Jain . &lt;p&gt;And finally me , the designated as the Executive Director of this whole business. &lt;p&gt;But in real sense for the timebeing , this whole chronicle was made to hold junta together, a medium through which all can exchange words , someway , humour adding spice to life and leading us to our deserved destinations !! &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around Doom's Day :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Oye , koi crash course de do yaar , iss subject yaa topic ka&lt;/em&gt;" ..... were the words coming from the mouth of Jainy 2-3 days before semesters. Then there were few gurus , few intellectuals who had xpertise in those fields. And then there were people who followed the herd with Jain , washing their hands in &lt;em&gt;bahati ganga&lt;/em&gt; .... to gather in a room for the dry run through the course content. This turned out to be a very effective technique for those who never bothered to study stuffs which never fascinated them .... ranging from the content of "actually basically" to "tumi bolo" to "okieee" to "Mario". But whose importance from marks perspective made them &lt;em&gt;must see &lt;/em&gt;material. Lets talk about Mishra ji .... "&lt;em&gt;yaar Pranav , abhi main so raha hoon .... 10 min mein uthaa denaa&lt;/em&gt; " .... Mishra was the guy who had the potential of hibernating intermittantly for such short stints. Now since we are talking about Mishra , lemme just tell his routine Exam days schedule. Known to prepare in much advance , this guy was supposedly the most satisfied guy before last night of exam. Both of us used to share notes and study together , so by 9 pm at night , Mr. Mishra used to be thorough with entire course and alwayz said "&lt;em&gt;main chala soney ...... tu raat mein soney se pehle notes mere door se andar daal dena&lt;/em&gt;" giving all rest of us complex plus undue tensions of completing the syllabus. But very few people knew that Majjani Mishra used to wake up in the wee hours at 2 Am in the morning just to revise and revise again. Anywayz, Myself and Mishra had spent a lottt of time together studying for the many semesters and I should say that this guy was really hard working. Next comes AD. "&lt;em&gt;Ssshhhhh ..... You disturb me and I will make sure that its the last time you disturbed me....&lt;/em&gt; ". Yesss , people used to fear to wander around his room making any sort of noises. Shubho knows it very well I guesssss !!! Kannu was a silent killer. He used to crack the whole material silently. Regmi could be seen revising the syllabus for the tenth time or so. Then Balaji used to appear from nowhere and he comes straight to me just to say "&lt;em&gt;Pranav, yaar acchey se padh le .... kal sambhaal lena ..... I am counting on you&lt;/em&gt; " --- These are the lines which my ears were tuned to listen since many semesters. Reason being Balaji's roll number was next to that of mine. AB was among the steady going chaps ..... Oops ... !! Now since I have mentioned about AB Baby , lemme tell that this Guy was my Proxy Partner in Final Year. Professors could find either me or AB in the class at any instance of time. How can I forget that Lecture of T.Pal Ma'm in which I was seated in the class which AB was totally unaware of ... communication gap you can say. He came late and knocked the door while the Attendance call was going on. His roll number was duly proxied by me. He knocked and looked inside. Ma'm was busy in Roll call. So just said to hold on for a moment. Meanwhile AB saw us, his eyes were pretty fast to espy me , got the green signal from me , and in next instance there was noone standing at the door. Ma'm then asked the guy at door to come, but to her surprise, it got very late for her to say "yesss... come in". She asked where the guy went and could only get chortles from different parts of the classroom. So thats the story of myself and AB. Anyhow, that night ended up and came the Doom's day. The first signal that today is exam was our Bunny Ashish hopping and running in the wing in sheer excitement. This trend was duly noticed by everyone. Since we have Ashish mentioned here , how can we forget his better half in college ... dear Swami. These two were the settled couple of our wing :-) Rest all could be seen mugging up for the last moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/1600/punt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/2021/200/punt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Epilogue :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Here again Mishra , the very first punter to come out of the Examination room as if some reward is kept to the early outcomers. I dunno at which speed he used to write but believe me ... in almost all the exams he was the first among us to come out. What next ! Exam over, dumped the syllabus , hell with the course and the life moved on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the routine in every exam. But whateverz the case, it was big time fun to stay together , Compu wing, the most happening one , being triumphant in Volley Ball tournament in their home ground with tremendous hooting support from one and all , to LAN games , to teasing and bursting into laughter now and then , to watching movies together in a room , on the Projector and dissecting the crappy movies like anything to shell out fun , to what not !!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats the hostel life ....... among most treasured moments of life !!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Memories sometime behave in a crazy way ... they leave you alone , when you are in crowd and when you are alone , they stand with you like a crowd.&lt;/em&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/28478235-115018250415101256?l=pranav-singh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/feeds/115018250415101256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28478235&amp;postID=115018250415101256' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/115018250415101256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28478235/posts/default/115018250415101256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranav-singh.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-before-semesters-began-compu-wing.html' title='A Day before Semesters began @ Compu Wing'/><author><name>Pranav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635102106071744698</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>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
