<?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-14183240</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:18:42.198+05:30</updated><title type='text'>come into my world.....</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm good fun and if u meet me, more often than not, u will be embarassed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-116273918936790552</id><published>2006-11-05T20:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:36:29.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Death for Saddam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When does Bush go on trial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-116273918936790552?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/116273918936790552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=116273918936790552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/116273918936790552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/116273918936790552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/11/death-for-saddam.html' title='Death for Saddam'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-115987268719776272</id><published>2006-10-03T16:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:21:27.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kailash Kher on humans,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;based on his rags to riches story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else can you say about a species that would not offer me food when I was hungry but offer me champagne when I'm full, successful and a teetotaller."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ramazan started a little more than a week ago. At around 10 p.m., the final prayers were over and I was getting ready to leave the mosque. The only problem was that someone had stolen my shoes. The irony of this event dumbfounded me sand I somewhat lost trust in people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Couple of days later, was walking to work and saw a guy on the road going upto every person and asking them something. He came up to me, showed me a watch and asked if it was mine. I said "No" and he moved on to the next person and posed him with the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the world's not such a bad place after all. It could be better but its not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-115987268719776272?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/115987268719776272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=115987268719776272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115987268719776272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115987268719776272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/10/kailash-kher-on-humans.html' title='Kailash Kher on humans,'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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-14183240.post-115779758585049656</id><published>2006-09-09T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:56:25.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hear These Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;some songs I've been listening to. thought I'd share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Monkey Gone to Heaven - Pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. La La Love You - Pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Debaser - Pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gouge Away - Pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Corrosion - Dave Clarke/ GDX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Addendum - Dave Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. At Least We Tried - Moby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Look Back In - Moby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Aluminium - White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yesterday to Tomorrow - Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-115779758585049656?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/115779758585049656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=115779758585049656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115779758585049656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115779758585049656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/09/hear-these-part-ii.html' title='Hear These Part II'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-115779375116858402</id><published>2006-09-09T14:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:31:33.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>do u get this song?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Monkey Gone to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; there was a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; an under water guy who controlled the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; got killed by ten million pounds of sludge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; from new york and new jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; this monkey's gone to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; the creature in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; got sucked in a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; now there's a hole in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; and the ground's not cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; and if the ground's not cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; everything is gonna burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; we'll all take turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; i'll get mine, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; this monkey's gone to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; rock me joe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; if man is 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; then the devil is 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; then god is 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; this monkey's gone to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways, I think this song rocks. Its by the Pixies, if you ever want to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-115779375116858402?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/115779375116858402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=115779375116858402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115779375116858402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115779375116858402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-u-get-this-song.html' title='do u get this song?'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-115616186713858514</id><published>2006-08-21T16:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:34:27.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tageshwar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tagged by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chitgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am thinking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;getting out of office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ho jayega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;get out of office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I caught some sleep last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;my healthy lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;if I'll ever have all that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;quite a few things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;the highway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;better than those who criticize my dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;for the fun of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;infrequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am not always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;to confuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I confuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;my life with religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;a cupboard and a stove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;to think before I speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I finish&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(ed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;this tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madamemahima.blogspot.com"&gt;Mahima&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://makds.blogspot.com"&gt;Mayank&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://surbizzle.blogspot.com"&gt;Surbhi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saurabhvardhan.blogspot.com"&gt;Saurabh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-115616186713858514?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/115616186713858514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=115616186713858514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115616186713858514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115616186713858514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/08/tageshwar.html' title='Tageshwar'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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-14183240.post-115401131156312451</id><published>2006-07-27T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:11:51.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ironically, peace is the reason for war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-115401131156312451?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/115401131156312451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=115401131156312451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115401131156312451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115401131156312451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/07/ironically-peace-is-reason-for-war.html' title=''/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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-14183240.post-115080216083345682</id><published>2006-06-20T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:24:22.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is what I do....</title><content type='html'>...when I'm bored. Basically, I wrote down my phone number and found a 'unique'(?) way of remembering it. Here's how it goes.(some of you already know this - read Karan and Saurabh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd digit subtracted from the 1st digit gives me the 3rd digit. The 2nd digit added to the 3rd digit gives me the 4th digit. The 5th and 6th digits, taken as a two digit number is the square of the 7th digit and the last three digits form the number of the bus which I have taken quite often to one of my clients location.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-115080216083345682?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/115080216083345682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=115080216083345682&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115080216083345682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115080216083345682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-what-i-do.html' title='This is what I do....'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-115054329090070712</id><published>2006-06-17T16:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:51:30.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;add 3 more to the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-115054329090070712?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/115054329090070712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=115054329090070712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115054329090070712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/115054329090070712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/06/add-3-more-to-list.html' title=''/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-114753340216086304</id><published>2006-05-13T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:46:42.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just call me....</title><content type='html'>WMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapon of Mass Attrition. From now on, this is my new nickname. Why? Cause there have been numerous people who have worked with me and left in the following 5 months or so. Till date, I have been responsible for the departure of 1 Partner, 1 Senior Manager, 2 Managers, 2 Senior Consultants and 5 consultants. Currently, I'm working on an assignment with a colleague who has just recently joined the firm. Just yesterday  she tells me that I can add her to my "hit-list" cause she's gonna get married soon and push off to the States. I just want to ask all these people one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-114753340216086304?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/114753340216086304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=114753340216086304&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114753340216086304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114753340216086304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-call-me.html' title='Just call me....'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-114226418711498259</id><published>2006-03-13T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:20:13.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>please visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imaginingourselves.imow.org/pb/Story.aspx?g=0&amp;id=114&amp;amp;lang=1"&gt;http://imaginingourselves.imow.org/pb/Story.aspx?g=0&amp;id=114&amp;amp;lang=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link above will lead you to an article written by sister on the topic of her experience of getting married the arranged way. Please visit and leave your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-114226418711498259?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/114226418711498259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=114226418711498259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114226418711498259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114226418711498259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-visit.html' title='please visit'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-114175267995217778</id><published>2006-03-07T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:29:12.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hear These</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Top 10 songs for the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Zinda - Strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tears of the Dragon - Bruce Dickinson (ex lead singer of Iron Maiden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Panique Celtique - Manau (French rap group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. U Can't Stop Me - Guano Apes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. So Far Away - Staind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hurt - Jonny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mina Olen - Kotiteollisus ( I think its German)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If God Would Send His Angels - U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Offend in Every Way - The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wher'd U Go - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-114175267995217778?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/114175267995217778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=114175267995217778&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114175267995217778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114175267995217778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/03/hear-these.html' title='Hear These'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-114132360029466167</id><published>2006-03-02T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:50:00.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One of the paths to happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was thinking about famous people. Most of them had to fight against all odds to get to where they are right now. Most of them claim that they were put down in their quest towards fame, fortune and success. People said they couldn't do it but look who's laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was wondering how do these pessimistic people feel when &lt;/span&gt;these guys prove them wrong. They were the ones who instilled the fire in their bellies. So my point is that they must be feeling like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my solution is, if u meet anyone who has such a fire don't ignite that fire in their bellies. Be supportive. Tell them that they can do it. The skys the limit. No guts no glory. And any other terrible pun you can think of. With all the optimism, the fire might not burn as bright and they probably won't make it big and you can rejoice in their failed dreams knowing that you have played a very important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil, aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-114132360029466167?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/114132360029466167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=114132360029466167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114132360029466167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114132360029466167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-of-paths-to-happiness.html' title='One of the paths to happiness'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-114129419386382870</id><published>2006-03-02T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:39:53.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>please don't use this word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I get a bit peeved off when someone uses the word 'fag' for cigarettes. I know that in the British context thats OK but not really so in the American context&lt;/span&gt;. (for those who don't know, the word 'fag' refers to homosexuals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just listing some instances where it sounds awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So, how many do u fag in a day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I thought u quit fagging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mind if I borrow a fag?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Gimme a drag of your fag"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just stepping out for a fag, wanna come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dude, got any fags left?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-114129419386382870?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/114129419386382870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=114129419386382870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114129419386382870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/114129419386382870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-dont-use-this-word.html' title='please don&apos;t use this word'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-113948285186682651</id><published>2006-02-09T16:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:33:20.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I saw a guy wearing a t-shirt saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I Am Still Virgin Baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made me smile. The fact that he was proud to retain his chastity in the current deplorable state of morality or the fact that there's an article missing before 'Virgin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-113948285186682651?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/113948285186682651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=113948285186682651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113948285186682651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113948285186682651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-i-saw-guy-wearing-t-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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-14183240.post-113941456091024724</id><published>2006-02-08T20:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:36:10.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Laughing Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some cartoons are just not funny. And I'm not talking about "Nancy". The recent caricature of the Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) has ignited the issue of religion vs. freedom of speech and I really felt the need to try and clear some misconceptions that have cropped up with this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first question is, Whay all the commotion over a caricature of the Prophet Mohammed (PBUH). Any pictures of the Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) is forbidden in Islam because the Prophet instructed his followers not to allow any pictures of him to be made so that his followers would not go astray by idolizing him and in the end worshipping him and not Allah*, Muslims hold the Prophet very close to their heart and have the utmost respect for him but we do not believe him to be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is this a restriction on freedom? We all know that freedom comes with responsibility and I see a lack of that in this instance. Maybe the cartoonist or the newspaper representatives did not know that such depiction of the Prophet would unsettle nerves in the Muslim world. However, there are certain reports that claim that this entire episode was orchestrated but since I don't know the details I do not want to comment. I think religion is a subject over which people should think twice before making any sort of comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next main question is the nature of protests by the Muslims the world over. I am completely against the way the protestors have reacted. Endangering civilian lives and destruction of property is against the teachings of the Prophet Mohammed (PBUH). There are other methods that they could have been adopted. According to me, a hunger strike would have been the best form of protest. Maybe we could learn a thing or two from Gandhi. I feel Muslims need to control their hot headedness in such situations cause in the end it makes it even more difficult for people to understand Islam as a religion of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres another point I want to make. Islam does not ask people to make fun of/ insult any person's religion/ belief. I feel Muslims need to object on all those cartoons and episodes jesting the God's or prophets of other religions. If there's joke on Buddha, muslims should protest. If someone insults the Prophet Moses (PBUH), muslims should object. There are numerous instances of jokes on the Prophet Jesus (PBUH). I find it astonishing that no muslim objects to this because he too is considered a messenger of Islam. I've actually laughed alot on jokes made on followers of other religions but this incident has made me realize my mistakes and I've taken a personal decision not to let any person put down any one else's religion/ belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I guess  you were wondering  why I put this asterix against the word "Allah". The reason is that I want people to know the correct definition of the word. In simple terms, Allah can be defined as God but since there is alot of mischief that can be done with this word (eg: made into plural, feminine gender etc.) we prefer to use the word Allah. We also use the term "Rabb" for Allah. There is no proper equivalent for the word "Rabb" in the English language. It means the One and the Only Lord for all the universe, its Creator, Owner, Organizer, Provider, Master, Planner, Sustainer, Cherisher and Giver of security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-113941456091024724?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/113941456091024724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=113941456091024724&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113941456091024724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113941456091024724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-laughing-matter.html' title='No Laughing Matter'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-113825558455581021</id><published>2006-01-26T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:27:58.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>temporarily disconnected</title><content type='html'>hope every mobile phone owner goes through this experience at least once in his/ her lifetime. That way, I won't feel bad about losing mine. The feeling of losing your cell phone is similar to being betrayed by your best friend and in the bargain losing all your contacts. Well, the worst part is dreading the moment of getting your next salary and realising that your major expense for this month is not going to be the rent. Which leads me to my current dilemma - which phone should I buy? I've been told the Motorazr and the Sony Ericsson walkman phones are worth a look but I think I'm gonna go with a Nokia. (btw the phone I lost was Nokia 6610 - the best phone)&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on which phone I should get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pune is really dead and boring. And its become slightly chilly. My mom told me the weather was quite hot before I reached. This confirms that noone will ever use the line "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe Bryant, of the Los Angeles Lakers, scored 81 points (55 in the second half) against the Toronto Raptors, which gives him the distinction of having the second highest individual score in the NBA. The best individual score is 100 points, held by Wilt Chamberlain, when he played for the Philadelphia 76ers. Interestingly he scored those 100 ppints on 2nd March 1962. The same day and month as my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend, who stays in my society, is a confirmed druggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-113825558455581021?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/113825558455581021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=113825558455581021&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113825558455581021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113825558455581021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2006/01/temporarily-disconnected_26.html' title='temporarily disconnected'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-113307106338531966</id><published>2005-11-27T11:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:30:57.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Go Figure</title><content type='html'>Saw this on the back of a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love India"&lt;br /&gt;"I love music"&lt;br /&gt;"I love MusicIndia"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-113307106338531966?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/113307106338531966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=113307106338531966&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113307106338531966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113307106338531966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/11/go-figure.html' title='Go Figure'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-113145140887685731</id><published>2005-11-08T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:33:28.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ever wonder....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why we always want to know the time when we're wearing a new watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-113145140887685731?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/113145140887685731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=113145140887685731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113145140887685731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113145140887685731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/11/ever-wonder.html' title='ever wonder....'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-113048223926393204</id><published>2005-10-28T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-28T12:20:39.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>watch the profanities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Colleague: " You shouldn't be abusing during Ramazan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "Bast****"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *realizing i've sweared* "Oh SH**"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *realizing i've sweared on the realization that i've sweared *Dammit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *realizing i've sweared again on the realization that i've sweared *Fcuk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should just try and keep quiet...what say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-113048223926393204?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/113048223926393204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=113048223926393204&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113048223926393204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/113048223926393204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/10/watch-profanities.html' title='watch the profanities'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-112763082348924024</id><published>2005-09-25T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:17:03.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Note To Self</title><content type='html'>When aware of the fact that cousins are visiting, ensure that you wake up early for breakfast so that you get to eat the kheema-aloo and not just the aloo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-112763082348924024?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112763082348924024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112763082348924024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112763082348924024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112763082348924024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/09/note-to-self.html' title='Note To Self'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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-14183240.post-112739078873124775</id><published>2005-09-22T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T17:36:28.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Key-Hole = G-Spot</title><content type='html'>There’s a regular column in the Bombay Times, where a bald, spectacled doctor gives out sex advice. A couple of days ago, he gave advice regarding the G-Spot and how to find. It just reminded me of the keyhole of the room I am currently living in i.e. at the guest house in Alibaug. It’s not a simple put the key in the key hole, turn it around, open door, and walk in. You put in the key, but not completely, hold it back for awhile, turn it around, left, right, up, down until you reach that spot which allows you to turn the key completely and the door opens and you ‘come’ in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-112739078873124775?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112739078873124775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112739078873124775&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112739078873124775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112739078873124775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/09/key-hole-g-spot_22.html' title='Key-Hole = G-Spot'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-112443345729147135</id><published>2005-08-19T11:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T20:57:14.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>leaving blank messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last weekend, I went to Pune to spend time with my parents. The objective of this trip, as per mom, was to teach her how to SMS from her new phone. Now this is not something I'm very fond of doing. I don't know if its cause I'm a bad teacher or that parents generally have a hard time adapting to new(?) technologies or a bit of both. So anyways, my mom and I sit down in the evening and I show her how to send an SMS. So she gets to the part where you type in your message and she types "How are you?" and sends the message to my cellphone. Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I just want to be sure that she's got the hang of it and ask her to send a message again and she sends me 2 blank messages. Now off to Round 2 of Teaching Mom to SMS. Anyways, I tell her to just keep practicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I'm at work in Dolvi (still), and I get a message from Mom saying "Taru, missing you. Cookin!g nice things" (Taru is my nickname at home)...cute message. So I call up home to find out what was cooking. It was Lasagna (is that the correct spelling?). Even funnier was that my mom tells me that she couldn't find my name in the contacts and had to type in my number by referring to our telephone directory. She said, " When I pressed Send, it showed Ambulance, so why would I want to message an Ambulance". I asked her "Why didn't u press "def" and search for my name". She said "Ooooohhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways , I got another blank message from Mom again last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-112443345729147135?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112443345729147135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112443345729147135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112443345729147135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112443345729147135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/08/leaving-blank-messages.html' title='leaving blank messages'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-112383972123865943</id><published>2005-08-12T15:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:22:23.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hade paneer bhurji for lunch today. it was jain. it had no taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how do they make food without onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-112383972123865943?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112383972123865943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112383972123865943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112383972123865943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112383972123865943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/08/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-112186915663548541</id><published>2005-07-20T19:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:49:16.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>20th July 2005</title><content type='html'>No. There isn't anything special about this day. Well if there is, then I don't know about it. Haven't blogged in awhile so I decided to come online and put something up. It's really pissing off working away from the city, even more so if ur in Alibaug which has a beautiful beach. Work is moving slowly. Seems like a neverending project. We have a presentation to be made on Monday for which I need to have some substantial issues. Have a feeling that there's gonna be work over the weekend which sux. Mainly because my parents just got back from Patna and I wanted to spend the weekend in Pune with them. Am meeting them after almost 2 months. Maybe even more. What sux more is that my friends are gonna be having a ball this week - dinner at a friend's place today, rock show tomorrow and partying on Friday. Ok...lets try and think of one good think about dolvi.....uhhhhh...damnit they don't even get Bombay Times here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways lets see...things can only get better..Insha Allah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-112186915663548541?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112186915663548541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112186915663548541&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112186915663548541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112186915663548541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/07/20th-july-2005.html' title='20th July 2005'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-112142860480122666</id><published>2005-07-15T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:38:58.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i'm not irresponsible, these things happen ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i know everyone is going to jump on me and tell me how irresponsible i am because i left my clothes and toiletries in dolvi (dolvi = name of place where i work, can also be used to describe an area lacking in female population..used in a sentence.."I don't want to go there, its a dolvi.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i had to leave wednesday evening cuz i had some work to be completed in Bombay..ok ok..Navi Mumbai..so i come down for breakfast (like always, i'm the first one), leave my bag at the reception and go into the dining hall. After one and a half hours, when we reach the plant, i realize i've forgotten my bag at the guesthouse...now i can't go back to the guesthouse cause i had work to be completed and plus the guesthouse is really far and we have to be very careful of our expenses. So i decide to leave for bbay without my bag. Only when i reach bombay do i realise that my house keys and cupboard keys are in my bag..so basically i didn't have clothes to wear to office and to top it off i reach bbay at the time when all the shops have closed..so unfortunately i had to wear the same clothes to office the next day..luckily its friday today and one of my t-shirts, trousers and chaddi just came back from the wash..phew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyways my colleagues are returning today and are bringing my bag back with them...can't wait to meet my toothbrush again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-112142860480122666?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112142860480122666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112142860480122666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112142860480122666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112142860480122666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-irresponsible-these-things.html' title='i&apos;m not irresponsible, these things happen ok'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-112080533529593842</id><published>2005-07-08T12:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-08T12:18:55.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6913/1275/1600/mdf604206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6913/1275/320/mdf604206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To all those people who kill in the name of Islam, just a brief refresher course for you to know that the picture above defines the meaning of Islam. Islam, derived from the root word "salam" which means peace. Think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Faraz&lt;/span&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/14183240-112080533529593842?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112080533529593842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112080533529593842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112080533529593842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112080533529593842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-all-those-people-who-kill-in-name.html' title=''/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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-14183240.post-112057118972162523</id><published>2005-07-05T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:22:00.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>100 random things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have copied this concept from Mahima..but unlike here i got to a 100....sorry I know this a really lame way to start my blog...but am just too mindf***ed right now to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100 things about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was born in Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not Nigerian&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not have a Nigerian passport&lt;br /&gt;4. My parents are from Bihar&lt;br /&gt;5. I have been to Bihar, a total of 5 times in my life&lt;br /&gt;6. I feel the hottest women in Bihar are mannequins&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a copy cat. Sorry Mahima&lt;br /&gt;8. I have not cheated anyone&lt;br /&gt;9. I have always been cheated&lt;br /&gt;10. I can’t cook&lt;br /&gt;11. My mother is the best cook&lt;br /&gt;12. I love my family and would do anything for them (well I try)&lt;br /&gt;13. When I get married I want my parents, as well as my spouse’s parents to live with us.&lt;br /&gt;14. I don’t like raisins&lt;br /&gt;15. I like cake&lt;br /&gt;16. I don’t like cake with raisins&lt;br /&gt;17. I have worn a kilt&lt;br /&gt;18. I have worn a mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;19. I have worn a bra&lt;br /&gt;20. I think most people look better in the dark&lt;br /&gt;21. I look gorgeous in the dark&lt;br /&gt;22. I wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate the rains&lt;br /&gt;24. I am not romantic&lt;br /&gt;25. I am Pisces&lt;br /&gt;26. I don’t believe in astrology&lt;br /&gt;27. The picture on my driving license looks nothing like me&lt;br /&gt;28. I can’t speak Urdu&lt;br /&gt;29. My mom hates the fact that I can’t speak Urdu&lt;br /&gt;30. I hardly use a comb&lt;br /&gt;31. I hardly use shampoo&lt;br /&gt;32. If I had a choice I wouldn’t shave or take a bath&lt;br /&gt;33. I want to be a copywriter&lt;br /&gt;34. I should get back to work&lt;br /&gt;35. I love women&lt;br /&gt;36. Women don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;37. I laugh funny&lt;br /&gt;38. I am funny&lt;br /&gt;39. I love cartoons&lt;br /&gt;40. Allen Iverson is my favorite basketball player&lt;br /&gt;41. I don’t think Allen Iverson will ever win an NBA championship&lt;br /&gt;42. My relatives call me Taru, short for Tariq&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever since getting a job in Bombay last year, I have seen more of Gujarat.&lt;br /&gt;44. I suddenly like Gujarati thalis&lt;br /&gt;45. Non-vegetarian, by choice&lt;br /&gt;46. Straight and proud&lt;br /&gt;47. Pre-marital sex is wrong&lt;br /&gt;48. I feel the burkha does not degrade a woman&lt;br /&gt;49. I feel women have been oppressed by men since the beginning&lt;br /&gt;50. I feel rapists should be hanged&lt;br /&gt;51. If I were to be reincarnated, I would like to come back as a woman&lt;br /&gt;52. I don’t believe in reincarnation&lt;br /&gt;53. I am a B.Com&lt;br /&gt;54. B.Com is useless&lt;br /&gt;55. I don’t want to be rich and famous&lt;br /&gt;56. I feel killing innocent people&lt;/span&gt; is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;57. I feel one should study religion befor following it.&lt;br /&gt;58. I believe in God&lt;br /&gt;59. I call my God, Allah&lt;br /&gt;60. I try to be a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;61. I feel that to understand a religion, you have to live it&lt;br /&gt;62. I fast during Ramazan&lt;br /&gt;63. I have an unexciting wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;64. I don’t wear bright colors&lt;br /&gt;65. The most exciting t-shirt I have is a faded orange t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;66. I read Bombay times for the pictures&lt;br /&gt;67. Indian DJs play crap music&lt;br /&gt;68. Widespread acceptance of a wrong doesn't make it right&lt;br /&gt;69. I love Totos in Bombay. (5-7 minutes walk from my place)&lt;br /&gt;70. I am the average Indian height, I think&lt;br /&gt;71. I wish I was tall&lt;br /&gt;72. I have small feet&lt;br /&gt;73. Don't comment on the small feet&lt;br /&gt;74. I don’t have a problem getting shoes my size&lt;br /&gt;75. I am insecure&lt;br /&gt;76. I got a raise 2 months ago&lt;br /&gt;77. I finally have some savings&lt;br /&gt;78. I hardly read&lt;br /&gt;79. I have an iPod&lt;br /&gt;80. I should really get back to work&lt;br /&gt;81. I think the worst is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;82. I have never been to a dentist&lt;br /&gt;83. I wish I had a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;84. Boy bands suck&lt;br /&gt;85. I smoke&lt;br /&gt;86. I quit drinking and soft drugs in my final year of college (never did hard drugs)&lt;br /&gt;87. I want to go to Goa for New Years&lt;br /&gt;88. I’m a slow learner&lt;br /&gt;89. I am sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;90. I am a little sadistic&lt;br /&gt;91. I abuse a lot&lt;br /&gt;92. I don’t like idealistic vegetarians&lt;br /&gt;93. This life will tempt you. Only those who show restraint and patience will prosper.&lt;br /&gt;94. My favorite song is “Don’t Damn Me” by Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;95. Before the Black album, Metallica rocked&lt;br /&gt;96. I never knew Excel could be used for calculations and analysis before I started working&lt;br /&gt;97. I do have regrets and will not mask that fact by saying I don’t&lt;br /&gt;98. I hate some of my friends from the school I went to in India&lt;br /&gt;99. I am random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100. I don’t know why I told u all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-112057118972162523?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112057118972162523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112057118972162523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112057118972162523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112057118972162523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/07/100-random-things-about-me.html' title='100 random things about me'/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183240.post-112048910971041546</id><published>2005-07-04T20:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:28:29.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the birth of this blog was inspired by numerous friends who appear to be veteran bloggers by now...also they are "friends" who never intimated me of their presence in cyberworld. So how did i find out that these people were on the blog train...well it all started some 3-4 weeks ago when i had no work, a 100 mbps internet connection and no msn access. Random searches of any person whom i had come across in the last 21 years of existence filled the search field of google..(google's great, isn;t it?)...so anyways, since this seems a good outlet for venting out emotions i too have claimed my presence in this impersonal cyberspace diary...type thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once again, welcome to my space and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;come into my world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With folded arms&lt;br /&gt;Faraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14183240-112048910971041546?l=foldedarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/feeds/112048910971041546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14183240&amp;postID=112048910971041546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112048910971041546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14183240/posts/default/112048910971041546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foldedarms.blogspot.com/2005/07/birth-of-this-blog-was-inspired-by.html' title=''/><author><name>FRZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03251374454942310276</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></feed>
