<?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-8788553659106140074</id><updated>2011-08-31T08:57:39.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>black tee and ripped jeans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>raul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243918919507166624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXm9cXli53k/SSe8tblWmoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vR23ukPsISc/S220/5589266_gal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788553659106140074.post-3797672160327849826</id><published>2010-12-02T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T06:57:56.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.... what d fuk!!</title><content type='html'>Imagine you woke up from your sleep and find yourself in a planet where there are only females. No im not talkin about the Axe world of hot babes running towards you. There are many many females from young to old mostly maids and domestic workers who occasionally scorn at you as if you are an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be scared, saying 'Yawn...What d fuk!!'&lt;br /&gt;Then you try to get outta there, which wont work obviously. Then you .. somehow.. live there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there... I somehow landed up between hundreds of maids and domestic workers who have gathered for their rights. I always had dreams about surrounded by wild dogs, tigers/lions, and maybe bullies. But not ugly smelly women. I should have.., i was not ready for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as nature has always been.. u adapt.. even if you have to stop breathing... for a while.. and relax and get into the revolution of women, even if that means you have to wear safe Delhi badge on ur chest and carry bookmarks to give women rights and yes.. finally.. being the only man to read 'stop sexual harassment' exclusively for young women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788553659106140074-3797672160327849826?l=fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3797672160327849826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788553659106140074&amp;postID=3797672160327849826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/3797672160327849826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/3797672160327849826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/2010/12/yawn-what-d-fuk.html' title='Yawn.... what d fuk!!'/><author><name>raul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243918919507166624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXm9cXli53k/SSe8tblWmoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vR23ukPsISc/S220/5589266_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788553659106140074.post-2059444862496313666</id><published>2009-02-17T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:13:03.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck in timelessness!!</title><content type='html'>you know there will be a point of time in your life... where time seems to stop. you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; planned for it.   it just comes out of nowhere like a dark cloud and takes you into sleepless dreams.&lt;div&gt;at first you seem enjoy it.   like a pleasant anesthesia you feel relaxed after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quarter&lt;/span&gt; of a lifetime of worldly commitments. then,, you feel everything around you is moving so quick like you are the only person waiting for moving train. you try to wake and catch up with it but then you realize another thing. you are addicted to it... whether you like it or not you cant seem to get out of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every day you get up and think what is there to do on that day? there is no answer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days and nights seem to interchange and you lost track of dates... food and the reason to consume it seems tasteless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people around keep fading like dim lights who eventually vanish... leaving you in complete darkness... counting in the stars for any kind of support and company... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it also keeps you away from any desire and the effort to achieve them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been many years since i ventured into this captivating territory. living in a trance has got its own pleasures... there is no one to worry and no reason to feel sad about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no reason to run nor to fight or prove something...  i have no wish and no reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i wish to change anything around me? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do i feel like? i feel like Heaven!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788553659106140074-2059444862496313666?l=fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2059444862496313666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788553659106140074&amp;postID=2059444862496313666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/2059444862496313666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/2059444862496313666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuck-in-timelessness.html' title='stuck in timelessness!!'/><author><name>raul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243918919507166624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXm9cXli53k/SSe8tblWmoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vR23ukPsISc/S220/5589266_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788553659106140074.post-8825581590676384910</id><published>2008-08-25T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:22:36.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silly quizzes and silly ppl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are some of the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tupid q's that you see in many silly websites...&lt;br /&gt;lets see how different ppl answer to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cool ' teen' girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) What's your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink... duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Do you have long hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes ... i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Do you like pets?... and y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes.. ther so cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Are you popular among the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How do you think i buy all my stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Do you have a crush on somebody famous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm.... hritic rosan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Who are more important to you, boys or books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Books...lol (jockey tryout magazines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) What would your ideal evening be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Candle light dinner... with live camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) In school you were more into..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gossip... still going strong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) Your favorite pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My barbie... its a pet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;' Satanic' guy&lt;br /&gt;1) What's your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Do you have long hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes... very long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Do you like pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No.. i hate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Are you popular among the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Must be.... (evil grin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Do you have a crush on somebody famous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah... i like to crush the famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Who are more important to you, girls or books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;7) What would your ideal evening be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vandalizing a building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) In school you were more into.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forbidden arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) Your favorite pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Ms' guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) What's your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Do you have long hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Do you like pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes... they r useful when im lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Are you popular among the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No.. but i am in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Do you have a crush on somebody famous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhhh.... yea... johnn abbraham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Who are more important to you, girls or books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;7) What would your ideal evening be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romantic evening with Mr perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) In school you were more into.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) Your favorite pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788553659106140074-8825581590676384910?l=fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8825581590676384910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788553659106140074&amp;postID=8825581590676384910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/8825581590676384910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/8825581590676384910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/2008/08/silly-quizzes-and-silly-ppl.html' title='silly quizzes and silly ppl...'/><author><name>raul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243918919507166624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXm9cXli53k/SSe8tblWmoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vR23ukPsISc/S220/5589266_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788553659106140074.post-5606854688442250335</id><published>2008-04-08T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:23:11.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>' my ' rock show</title><content type='html'>gone are the days when people used to watch movies, serials and other shows on t.v and just one hr news everyday&lt;br /&gt;with so many 24 hr round the clock news channels in every language... the normal sight of a happy family watching t.v has changed to a nail biting tensed family waiting for a flash news to appear any time...&lt;br /&gt;even in my home the news channel became the only channel... so i watched it for sometime yesterday ,, and found some very interesting things&lt;br /&gt;.... new findings of old tapes of osama scratchin his beard&lt;br /&gt;.... naked female running on mars ( with pics...ummm)&lt;br /&gt;.... a guy hitting his wife in crime news&lt;br /&gt;..... and complete coverage of a couple making out in a cyber cafe in my colony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now with such interesting 'news' ... even i started watchin it everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway since none of these channels covered the thing i did ( no... not another mms) ... im writing about it myself...&lt;br /&gt;there had been a fest in my college which of course is boring...as every year  but what caught my attention was they said there is a  competition of rock bands...&lt;br /&gt;since i know no gud bands participate in such a boring fest... i thought i might give it a try...&lt;br /&gt;ive been going to rock shows for quite some time now and have been dreaming of me on the stage and rocking everyone but never imagined i would get a chance to perform...so began my quest to find talented ppl from my college who can play something( since i dont hav any talent in particular)...&lt;br /&gt;so i found some like minded ppl( booze and fag binding us)... and practiced for a couple of days and managed 3 songs(we were'nt sure till the last 5 min)...&lt;br /&gt;the crowd mainly was staff and few volunteers.... and i imagined i would get freaked out on stage...&lt;br /&gt;but... nothing of that sort happened.... we were playing rock music to odd crowd... but it is my 'first' gig... so i actually felt good the moment i went on stage...and once i started singing i felt really comfortable... and started enjoying  myself.... its truly a great experience...&lt;br /&gt;we won the first prize anyway..... and the whole  thing right from  practice sessions were  too gud to remember,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the weird thing that happened is that.... a normal rock fan getting a chance to perform is a dream come true... and there should be nothin more i could ask for...&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know y i am not content... i feel i want to do more shows and more chances....&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats how life is..." greedy"... but i guess thats the way it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway,,,, for metal fans... the songs i gave vocals for&lt;br /&gt;come as you are - nirvana&lt;br /&gt;rape me - nirvana ( we confused the college crowd by singing hate me and rape me together)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788553659106140074-5606854688442250335?l=fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5606854688442250335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788553659106140074&amp;postID=5606854688442250335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/5606854688442250335'/><link rel='self' 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decided to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;since the new year is around the corner a friend of mine advised that y don't we stop some of our bad habits ( includes many things)&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was a good idea.. but to stop it then i had to really stop it!!&lt;br /&gt;but then to really stop it,, i had to really do it...&lt;br /&gt;so im planning to spend this week exploiting my bad habits so much and finally stop it ( after 31st night of course) and call it a new year resolution!!&lt;br /&gt;i never made any new year resolutions before fearing that i may not keep them...&lt;br /&gt;but this time im damm serious( meaning: strong like a dam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinkin of havin a pet dog... overcome my doggyphobia.. i think the only way of me getting out of the fear....that is live with it!!&lt;br /&gt;actually i came to this daring decision based on the incident the night before...&lt;br /&gt;i was going on my late night strolls and this dog came beside me... it looked me with a penetrating stare( the way villan sees the heroine)... i was about to run away and took a step forward.. but i saw that the dog ran away from me!!&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked...i couldn't believe that i actually scared that thing...&lt;br /&gt;with this confidence in my heart i took the decision of petting an animal!!&lt;br /&gt;i donno if i can really buy one but i decided upon 4 names!!&lt;br /&gt;scooby doo( i always believe that dogs named scooby will talk to us and eat scooby snacks),,&lt;br /&gt;chiru...,,&lt;br /&gt;ram reddy( my fav villan),,&lt;br /&gt;bitch( if its a gal....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788553659106140074-8555695870350133821?l=fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8555695870350133821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788553659106140074&amp;postID=8555695870350133821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/8555695870350133821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/8555695870350133821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolution-and-pet.html' title='resolution and pet??'/><author><name>raul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243918919507166624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXm9cXli53k/SSe8tblWmoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vR23ukPsISc/S220/5589266_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788553659106140074.post-1029597526519105614</id><published>2007-11-30T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:27:57.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck!!</title><content type='html'>hey...since everyones writing 8 things about their hobbies,interests,life etc... y not i write about things which i totally suck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my handwriting is so bad that understanding what i write is a task not less than reading the lines on the ring...in lord of the ring    --- so i suck&lt;br /&gt;2. i keep forgetting many things...even the places near my house and keep getting lost often( i lived there for 15 yrs)   -----i suck&lt;br /&gt;3. i generally come first from last in my class--- sucks&lt;br /&gt;4. i keep growing my hair long even though i know it looks bad on me!!( im a metalhead remember)---sucks&lt;br /&gt;5. i am cleanliness conscious... still my room is very unclean( finding something in my room like keys takes at least 10 min)--- sucks&lt;br /&gt;6.   i try my best but i still remain slim----really suck&lt;br /&gt;7. aha.. the big one..... im 21 and im still a virgin!!---- totally suck&lt;br /&gt;8. my life totally sucks but i still hope it will be better and im writing about the things that i suck??------ really really sucks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788553659106140074-1029597526519105614?l=fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1029597526519105614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788553659106140074&amp;postID=1029597526519105614&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/1029597526519105614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/1029597526519105614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suck.html' title='i suck!!'/><author><name>raul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243918919507166624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXm9cXli53k/SSe8tblWmoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vR23ukPsISc/S220/5589266_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788553659106140074.post-6480637764209840140</id><published>2007-11-25T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:54:29.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bell the cat!!</title><content type='html'>its been some time that i updated my blog.... and with one coment that i got(thanq),,i was deeply motivated to write more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since nothing new happens to my life often i wanna tell about how i wrote cat!!&lt;br /&gt;its somethin like " how to screw up CAT "...&lt;br /&gt;my brother told me long back to prepare for cat becoz of the obvious reasons of doing mba at a premier bschool..&lt;br /&gt;so like everyone else i joined at a good institute which bosts of maximum ppl gettin selected..&lt;br /&gt;i was in the super long term batch(phew!!) and my class had few good lookin girls so i went there for almost a decade...&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best to talk to them but failed miserably...no it wasnt my fault...becoz i tried..&lt;br /&gt;i sat twice beside a girl(resisting stares from a lotta guys) and asked her name and which colege shes from...she told me...good..but she dint ask me the same..&lt;br /&gt;now what can i do with these kinda females...i had to show some attitude...so i never spoke again...most of my similar efforts were not  very fruitful...i decided girls are dumb and dint try again!!&lt;br /&gt;okay getting back to CAT ..i was always confident that i would get through very easily and never bothered to prepare anything nor open the books atleast...&lt;br /&gt;CAT consists of 3 sections--quant(math),d.i(data interpretation)and verbal...you gotta get decent score in all three to get into a good college...&lt;br /&gt;all i did was read a lot of novels and other magazines(not playboy-ppl dont READ playboy)...&lt;br /&gt;when the d day arrived...i started with verbal and becouse of my habit of reading useless stuff...i answered some questions...( great!!)&lt;br /&gt;then getting on to the next 2 sections...i dint understand anythin...so i put some options which looked the best to me..(mostly b's)&lt;br /&gt;over!@! i gave a party to a couple of my friends( coz i WROTE CAT!!)&lt;br /&gt;came home and checked the key...&lt;br /&gt;i scored 20 in verbal...&lt;br /&gt;negative marks in quant and d.i(what the f@@k!!)&lt;br /&gt;i was deeply disappointed for a day...hmmm maybe half day...but finally came to a conclusion that i dint prepare well..otherwise it would have been very easy for me!!&lt;br /&gt;so thers always next time...(donno which next time)&lt;br /&gt;i would suggest those who wanna crack cat not to follow what i did coz you know you may not be so easily recovered from the fact that u dint get through ( i left my shame when the nurse saw me naked...when i was born)...&lt;br /&gt;this is a true story of a true student who truly  believes that  he will  study in iim-A...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788553659106140074-6480637764209840140?l=fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6480637764209840140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788553659106140074&amp;postID=6480637764209840140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/6480637764209840140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788553659106140074/posts/default/6480637764209840140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-some-time-that-i-updated-my.html' title='bell the cat!!'/><author><name>raul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243918919507166624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' 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clean.i thought to watch a movie from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; from the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; shop.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked slowly to the parking and looked at my bike.it was quite dusty.i searched for a cloth but couldn't find one and i was proud that i thought of cleaning.surprisingly it started at the first kick and i was driving till the end of my lane when i saw a girl on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scooty&lt;/span&gt; going in the opposite direction.i went a little ahead and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;now it was unusual to see a good looking girl in my area whom i don't know...and secondly... she seemed to smile at me.i dunno whether she smiled...smiled at me or smiled generally.so i got to find out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;i turned and followed her.it was not my normal speed but tried to go slow and also maintain some distance from her.she turned right,so did i.then another one.i was a bit exited because she looked cute even from far,her hair flying with the wind.bu t also nervous as i don't know this place much.&lt;br /&gt;then after many turns and by lanes i was still behind her.suddenly i saw an ice cream parlor. i thought " i dint know there was an ice cream parlor here.it looks good.should try once".&lt;br /&gt;the i saw straight.&lt;br /&gt;panic!! she was missing.i increased my speed and came to a place where there is are right and left turns.i analyzed that she took more right turns than left.so i took right and went a little ahead.no trace of her...more panic.i came back and took left but no sign of her.&lt;br /&gt;i officially realized i had lost her and should go home. i cant remember the way back nor can i recognize this place. the place was silent and there is no traffic to blindly follow to the main road.&lt;br /&gt;now no panic.....only fear.i did what i had to , ask someone.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a guy wearing formal dress with a file in his hand.i asked him about my place.he said "i don't know,i just know the number of my bus".so i went ahead to ask anyone who really knows the place and spotted an auto driver . when asked he said" go straight and turn left,then go straight. you will see a cafe named 'blue ribbon' ".&lt;br /&gt;i said" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so where from there?".&lt;br /&gt;he answered " ask anyone there".&lt;br /&gt;i did as he had advised and saw few people discussing something and got disturbed by me. still they gave me directions to the main road which had 2 lefts,one right and a u-turn.the path went through a slum avoiding people sleeping on the road and children running behind. finally i reached it but was shocked to see it was 5 km from my home.&lt;br /&gt;i came almost home when my bike finished the petrol. i walked along with the bike half a km and reached my home exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;somebody called from back, i turned.shit its the same girl.i looked shocked.she asked " hi, im new to this place, do you know if there is an cyber cafe around here".&lt;br /&gt;i gave her the directions and asked about her.in 5 min we were talking about our college and stuff.then she asked me what i did from morning. i told her " just roaming the place you kno,, for fun".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788553659106140074-4779756711164366609?l=fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fictionfrenzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4779756711164366609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788553659106140074&amp;postID=4779756711164366609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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