<?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-18192624</id><updated>2011-12-02T21:25:15.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the mask</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18192624.post-7623500694513017225</id><published>2008-07-24T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:26:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Idle"stic</title><content type='html'>Winter has come and gone but the mind is still in the state of hibernation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-7623500694513017225?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/7623500694513017225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=7623500694513017225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/7623500694513017225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/7623500694513017225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2008/07/idlestic.html' title='&quot;Idle&quot;stic'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-3267054143267612776</id><published>2008-03-04T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:19:50.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Sachin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again it was bad luck for Australia as Sachin came from no where to score nearly two big hundreds and trashed them out of the finals. India won 2-0 CBS Finals, giving Australia not even third chance to sniff the victory. It was Sharjah reloaded when in 1998 Sharjah cup, Sachin scored two marvelous centuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-3267054143267612776?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/3267054143267612776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=3267054143267612776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/3267054143267612776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/3267054143267612776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2008/03/hail-sachin.html' title='Hail Sachin'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-6041605474680545428</id><published>2008-02-22T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:24:57.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPL : The next big thing ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indian Premier League, better known as IPL, earned at least a billion USD before even bowling a single ball. That not only shows the popularity of cricket in India but also the confidence on future of the second fastest growing economy in the world. IPL has been so far successful in replicating the soccer league system present in Europe. The clubs are held by the investors, which in turn can bid for the players.  The soccer leagues and championships, likes of EPL and Champions League, are very popular in Europe. I can say that IPL following Twenty20 format, a recently popular ultra short version of the game, has immense potential in becoming a big hit with the cricket loving nation like India. The tournament is going to start in April 08 and I am expecting it to have decent event this year, given that IPL has received so much publicity recently be it regarding confilct of interest with other board or highest bid for player going upto 1.5m USD or ICL appealing to high court against IPL.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of drama happening off the field so far lets see how it goes when the teams are actually on the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-6041605474680545428?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/6041605474680545428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=6041605474680545428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/6041605474680545428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/6041605474680545428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2008/02/ipl-next-big-thing.html' title='IPL : The next big thing ?'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-8543441276464840076</id><published>2008-01-20T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:55:27.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi, Ski and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adding another rocker to my list, I attended Bon Jovi concert. Though It kind of sucked completely. Reached there 1 hour late, was way back from the stage and acoustics of the place put an end to the hope of good concert. Thats all I have to write about concert.&lt;br /&gt;With winters in Japan I have spent last two weekends amid snow, skiing around the slopes and I am loving it!. Yesterday, went to Inawashiro, an awesome resort with great facilities. Though slopes were not that great, either they were too simple or too difficult but that was compensated by scenic beauty around that place. Liked that place so much that we are planning to visit it again in some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-8543441276464840076?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/8543441276464840076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=8543441276464840076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/8543441276464840076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/8543441276464840076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2008/01/bon-jovi-ski-and-more.html' title='Bon Jovi, Ski and More'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-5633269725187780994</id><published>2007-11-25T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:48:13.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; As I sit here and slowly close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I take another deep breath and feel the wind pass through my body&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one in your soul, reflecting inner light&lt;br /&gt;Protect the ones who hold you, cradeling your inner child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity in a place where I can hide&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity, nothing changes days go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go when we just don't know&lt;br /&gt;And how do we re-light the flame when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;And when will we learn to control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic visions slowly stole my life&lt;br /&gt;Tore away everything, cheating me out of my time&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who loves you no matter wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I hold you&lt;br /&gt;I hold you with my inner child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity in a place where I can hide&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity, nothing changes days go by&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go when we just don't know&lt;br /&gt;And how do we re-light the flame when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;And when will we learn to control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go when we just don't know&lt;br /&gt;And how do we re-light the flame when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;And when will we learn to control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity (Where do we go when we just don't know)&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity (And how do we re-light the flame when it's cold)&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity (Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing)&lt;br /&gt;I need serenity (And when will we learn to control)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-5633269725187780994?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/5633269725187780994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=5633269725187780994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5633269725187780994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5633269725187780994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-serenity.html' title='I need Serenity'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-5451446655844773267</id><published>2007-11-25T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:54:30.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gigs!</title><content type='html'>Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Roger Waters&lt;br /&gt;Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;Art Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;Mark Knopfler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiden&lt;br /&gt;Dream Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....long way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-5451446655844773267?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/5451446655844773267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=5451446655844773267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5451446655844773267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5451446655844773267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/gigs.html' title='Gigs!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-5145068669008604127</id><published>2007-11-22T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:40:44.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, yes and yessssssss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was reading my previous post where I plotted an imaginary drama of Kimi winning driver championship and its indeed what happened (though two McLaren didnt crash :D). Yes, yes, yesss! Awesome stuff, Kimi you deserved it man. Its not over until its over! . I am bit late on this post should have posted like days back, but neways I still feel the joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-5145068669008604127?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/5145068669008604127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=5145068669008604127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5145068669008604127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5145068669008604127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-yes-and-yessssssss.html' title='Yes, yes and yessssssss!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-4875300751523594610</id><published>2007-09-24T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:11:31.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fighting chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With 3 more races to go, Ferrari is already world champions as McLaren was caught red handed in their evil plot (such a shame!). But driver's championship is still (wide) open for grab. Hamilton leading with 97 followed by Alonso 95, Kimi 84 and Massa is way away with 77 points. Its still possible for Kimi with a bit of luck and fight. I would love to see both McLaren crashing each other in the next couple of races, as they almost did in last grand prix (its quite tense between Hamilton and Alonso, you know :D). Keeping finges crossed! Go Kimi Go! Its bit unluck that I have to leave Tokyo on Thursday just before the Japanese grand prix. I hate this :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-4875300751523594610?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/4875300751523594610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=4875300751523594610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/4875300751523594610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/4875300751523594610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/fighting-chance.html' title='The fighting chance'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-1083543425834121620</id><published>2007-09-10T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:08:53.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere I belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Day after day, with the tick of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Under the lamp in the narrow streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Unlimited dream and unlimited grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;So many things packed in a tiny piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Under the comfort of ice chilled air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Getting moneyed with a stroke of finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Its not the art whats going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Creating something out of nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Is the art where I belong.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-1083543425834121620?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/1083543425834121620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=1083543425834121620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/1083543425834121620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/1083543425834121620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-after-day-with-tick-of-time-under.html' title='Somewhere I belong'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-776357010761016588</id><published>2007-08-13T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:31:46.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Exam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I have been in HK, I have become a complete nerd. I wish If this would have happened six years back then I would have passed out with decent CGPA. But anyways who gives the damn about it now. So since the day I landed in HK, I have been a complete geek giving this and that exam once in a while. Started with 3 papers in Sept and 1 in Oct of Hong Kong Securities exchange and then the huge one, CFA in Jun and now again I have to give 2 more papers in Sept for Japanese Securities dealing. Picking up the books after 11-12 hrs of work is too demanding :( ..So what? Ok I have weekends..Fuck!! after working like hell during the week, weekend is the only thing to look forward and when you figure out that you have to study in those 2 beautiful days at the end of the week its damn frustrating. Anyways I dont have any option but to go and read something now. Can you imagine I have new Harry Potter kept on the shelf right in front of me and I am not even daring to touch that book. God Help me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-776357010761016588?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/776357010761016588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=776357010761016588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/776357010761016588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/776357010761016588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/yet-another-exam.html' title='Yet Another Exam!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-8204737444513951046</id><published>2007-08-11T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:45:08.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teams!</title><content type='html'>Bayern Munich&lt;br /&gt;Sao Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-8204737444513951046?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/8204737444513951046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=8204737444513951046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/8204737444513951046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/8204737444513951046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/teams.html' title='Teams!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-3672645139058172188</id><published>2007-08-06T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:28:27.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time back when life was so simple&lt;br /&gt;Time was plenty and friends were there to mingle&lt;br /&gt;Long day of cricket, music and gang&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school it was so much fun&lt;br /&gt;We were silly and carelessly dumb&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was jolly with a little pride&lt;br /&gt;But that was not enough we wanted to be more smart&lt;br /&gt;Ended in the college with the budding bunch&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was busy proving they are&lt;br /&gt;smart, smarter than the smartest living one&lt;br /&gt;They are superb and are the only one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-3672645139058172188?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/3672645139058172188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=3672645139058172188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/3672645139058172188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/3672645139058172188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-back-when-life-was-so-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-1664817587105204669</id><published>2007-06-08T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:03:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane $#$!$!$!$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have 5 hrs to go, before I have to wake up again and go to work. Still I am here and writing this blog. Why? ..hmmm...good question. Let me ponder over it in my dreams. Just a thought  which  is scrambling my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats the use when you cant give back, when so much is given to you by others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do we live in ignorance, Is that what education meant for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-1664817587105204669?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/1664817587105204669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=1664817587105204669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/1664817587105204669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/1664817587105204669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/06/insane.html' title='Insane $#$!$!$!$'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-6789183041189848984</id><published>2007-04-29T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:23:47.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my mind</title><content type='html'>Out of my mind by Duran Duran, mix of Arabic music, a bit trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Light a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Lay flowers at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; For those who were left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And the ones who've gone before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But here it comes now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sure as silence follows rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The taste of you upon my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The fingers in my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Ever gentle as it kills me where I lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Who am I to resist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Who are you to fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Got to get you out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But I can't escape from the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As I try to leave the memory behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Without you what's left to believe in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I could be so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; For the way it had to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But now I feel your presence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In a way I could not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Do you ever feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In whispering darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Do you ever hear my name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Got to get you out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But I can't escape from the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As I try to leave the memory behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Without you, what's left to believe in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; How could you dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To become so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When you're just a ghost in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I've got to get you out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But I can't escape from the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As I try to leave the memory behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Without you, what's left to believe in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Here in the back of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Deep in the back of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-6789183041189848984?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/6789183041189848984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=6789183041189848984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/6789183041189848984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/6789183041189848984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/04/out-of-my-mind.html' title='Out of my mind'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-6120899960149572398</id><published>2007-04-24T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T05:28:15.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Living in the darkness, missing something unknown, so many things untold, trying to catch a glimpse, could not get that too, so many things have passed, so many moments gone in the silence, the time keep swaying life like a ship stuck in the storm, time of hope and time of charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-6120899960149572398?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/6120899960149572398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=6120899960149572398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/6120899960149572398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/6120899960149572398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/04/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-7341202810596330320</id><published>2007-04-15T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:40:47.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I become philosophical lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been noticing this thing with myself since last couple of months, I am becoming more and more philosophical. Not only me but my friends are also saying that. I discovered this mostly while chatting with my friends (because I can read back the conversations). It amazes me! It might be happening because I am worried too much about the time which is going to come or the time which has already passed. Past, No I dont think so, because I dont give a damn about the past. Its mostly the unseen, unknown. Or may be I am suffering too much, unsatisfied with the results I am getting of my efforts. Or may be the life isnt going the way I expected. I should lower my expectation, no I cant do that, I am way too ambitious :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-7341202810596330320?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/7341202810596330320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=7341202810596330320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/7341202810596330320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/7341202810596330320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-i-become-philosophical-lately.html' title='Have I become philosophical lately?'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-1240558391584866421</id><published>2007-03-18T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:28:06.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There you go Kimi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a start for Kimi, racing the first one for his new team Ferrari, and grabbing the maximum out of it. It was a walk in the park for him and in the interview he said that he was not pushing at all to maintain his position (who would have when u were 15secs ahead of everyone on the race track in just 10 laps!). The only mistake he made was just going off the track for a bit because he was looking at "something" (He must b really bored there in the cockpit, must b looking for some hot chick in the stands :D ). Nice finish by Massa himself, finishing 6th when he started at the back of the grid. Must b really hard for him driving on 1 pit stop strategy. Hats off to Hamilton. Podium on the Formula One debut is a great achievement, only few have achieved it in this sport. The drive from him was smooth, car was nice and it didnt feeling like that it was his first race. He made Alonso chase him :). The best part of Hamilton was that he made no mistake unlike Heikkei who was still driving a Go Kart on Formula One track. Disappointing race for Honda and Renault. I think they dont stand a chance of winning even a single race in this season. It will be good to see what Massa does in the next race. I bet he will get pole in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-1240558391584866421?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/1240558391584866421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=1240558391584866421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/1240558391584866421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/1240558391584866421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-you-go-kimi.html' title='There you go Kimi!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-5182372018082437492</id><published>2007-03-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:13:43.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only If I can get time to breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-5182372018082437492?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/5182372018082437492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=5182372018082437492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5182372018082437492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5182372018082437492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/only-if-i-can-get-time-to-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-2037871474863658505</id><published>2007-03-04T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T06:43:49.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the back of my mind...</title><content type='html'>Life is so short and we have so many things to learn. Damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-2037871474863658505?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/2037871474863658505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=2037871474863658505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/2037871474863658505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/2037871474863658505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-back-of-my-mind.html' title='From the back of my mind...'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-8040164868460105125</id><published>2007-03-03T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:07:42.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man, the machine and the Formula 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Formula One begins with Australian Grand Prix on 18th March. With Ferrari flying around in their practice sessions, I have good reason to smile :). Last time they just missed the championships. I am hoping that this time they will not even give anyone sniff of victory. I'm quite optimistic about them :)  and I have my own reasons. In 2006 they had a poor start but they came back quite strongly in the mid-season. As the team worked with car and tyres, they had a complete winning package. Thats the reason Schumacher managed to close the gap of 25 points between Alonso and himself. Massa was just beginner in 2006, but as season progressed he mastered the art of racing, making less and less stupid mistakes which eventually paid him off with a couple of victories. Ferrari, as a team kept up their strong work and thanks to them, we had such an exciting finish of 2006 Season. They have maintained their momentum and Massa is topping charts everywhere. Lets not forget Kimi, though he is slightly under performing (given the fact he has Ferrari under his hand) but he is a great driver and he is challenging Driver Championship since the time he came to Ferrari. I think it will be a good fight between Massa and Kimi. Alonso is down lil bit, with new team, that too Mc Laren which didnt have great run last season. Fisichella, he always makes mistake what else can I say. Hamilton of Mc Laren and Heikki of Renault, newbies might struggle in starting races. Mc Laren and Renault are lacking experience in second driver but who knows, they might turn out like Massa ;). I dont want to discuss rest of the drivers because they still need to find some pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-8040164868460105125?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/8040164868460105125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=8040164868460105125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/8040164868460105125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/8040164868460105125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/man-machine-and-formula-1.html' title='The man, the machine and the Formula 1'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-1031265392705654778</id><published>2007-03-01T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:14:07.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-1031265392705654778?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/1031265392705654778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=1031265392705654778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/1031265392705654778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/1031265392705654778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-5065487250466153463</id><published>2007-02-19T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:36:24.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The snowy slopes of Korea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.5 hrs from HK, 4 hrs of Journey by Bus, there we were standing in the middle of snow in freezing -5 C. Had a Gala dinner, met loads people from different regions, met people whom I regularly chatted but have never met. Then the music started and people went crazy. The non stop foot thumping, shirts flying all around, people falling and rising again. Then came the disco with the psychedelic lights and trance making people cross their bounds. No one was aware what was going until they woke up next morning. People broke glasses and even walls (because the room was too small to have a blissful conference as they said). The morning was bright, sunny and perfect for skiing. First I tried to get on my feet then without thinking I went to the slopes. I fell like zillion times but it was fun :) . And in the night I tried again and someone kind gave me a helping hand. With few tips and effort I came out without falling down :) . People were surprised and got loads of compliments :). It was amazing what I achieved in few hours. That even earned me the title "Shiva on Slopes" :). Next day we packed our luggage and then we went back to the place from where we came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-5065487250466153463?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/5065487250466153463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=5065487250466153463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5065487250466153463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/5065487250466153463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2007/02/snowy-slopes-of-korea.html' title='The snowy slopes of Korea'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114340709732168672</id><published>2007-01-03T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T02:19:25.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...I saw them disappear in the abyss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels like yesterday it began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the surroundings of forests and hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With little aspiration and a careless aspirant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bearing zeal brewed in hot red fluent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid looks and absurd sentiments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then started the transformation to elegance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Overcoming all the obstacles of negligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At first the path wasn't easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While walking I suffered pain and felt little dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon agony vanished and soul became prudent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I relished my journey and lived every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sailed across the days seeking meaning of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While the nights were passed simply by straying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every now and then came the sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those patches were surpassed by intellectual fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the mean time I found interesting pursuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird combination of music, ball, sweat and strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They kept me busy from other nuisance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I felt lucky and sometimes unlucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like that times were good and ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it was made easy to pass by&lt;br /&gt;With people it was fun and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I am leaving this kingdom of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treasuring handful sweet memories as souvenir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lake, hill, wood, music and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I sleep in the night with closed eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw them disappear in the abyss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114340709732168672?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114340709732168672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18192624.post-4290586273447145363</id><published>2006-12-30T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:14:39.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was a Punk Rocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Beautiful words by Sandi Thom... damn I missed the happening era of 60s and 70s :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was born too late into a world that doesn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the head of state didn't play guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not everybody drove a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When music really mattered and when radio was king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When accountants didn't have control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the media couldn't buy your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When pop stars still remained a myth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And ignorance could still be bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom and dad were in their teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And anarchy was still a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When record shops were still on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And vinyl was all that they stocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the super info highway was still drifting out in space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids were wearing hand me downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And playing games meant kick arounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was born too late into a world that doesn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-4290586273447145363?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/4290586273447145363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=4290586273447145363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/4290586273447145363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/4290586273447145363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wish-i-was-punk-rocker.html' title='I wish I was a Punk Rocker'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-116714169991658805</id><published>2006-12-26T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:12:15.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are taking the walk through the garden of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think you'd expect you  would see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in the river the reflections of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for a moment struggle for life has ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a moment another has begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you walk ahead you will see rainbow with colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Another step dried pond with dead leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you are stuck with the choices to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wandering at the crossway of the garden&lt;br /&gt;You listen to the voices echoing in the mind&lt;br /&gt;And follow the heart to wherever it says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you are strangled by the branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you are stuck in the muddy patches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the sun getting down fast, you have to run past the bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you run, run and run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch a glimpse of the sun drowning in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then you think you are almost there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, there you can watch it sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, you run faster and faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think, Almost there, dont go away too fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, a moment away from it.. And then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wake up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-116714169991658805?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/116714169991658805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=116714169991658805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/116714169991658805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/116714169991658805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/garden-of-life.html' title='Garden of life'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-116653216221970333</id><published>2006-12-19T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:42:42.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>%$%^#$*##*#&amp;$#</title><content type='html'>Life is always brighter on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much fucked up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-116653216221970333?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18192624.post-116394494464598971</id><published>2006-11-19T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:04:43.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>These beautiful words came out of Floyd and are so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day&lt;br /&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain&lt;br /&gt;You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today&lt;br /&gt;And then one day you find ten years have got behind you&lt;br /&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking&lt;br /&gt;And racing around to come up behind you again&lt;br /&gt;The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older&lt;br /&gt;Shorter of breath and one day closer to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time&lt;br /&gt;Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way&lt;br /&gt;The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-116394494464598971?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/116394494464598971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=116394494464598971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/116394494464598971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/116394494464598971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-116282262893484341</id><published>2006-11-06T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:18:35.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And they went so fast. I am trying to figure out what I did in last few months and yeah loads of things have happened. Sachin came back from injury. North Korea conducted nuclear test and as usual US tried to show their supremacy and back fired. Ferrari made a great come back and schumacher fought like anything but they missed both the championships by narrow margin (damn luck!). Schumacher retired and it was like an end of an era. He raised F1 to a new level of popularity. Federer and Sharapova added another trophy to their collection by winning US open. China's biggest bank, ICBC managed the biggest IPO in history. People went to different places and started new life. Some liked it that way and some did not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-116282262893484341?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/116282262893484341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=116282262893484341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/116282262893484341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/116282262893484341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/11/4-months.html' title='4 months!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-115109923917160520</id><published>2006-06-24T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:00:07.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the top : After half time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/wc2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="363" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/400/wc2.jpg" width="442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Group stage is over. The results are somewhat I expected. Group E and G turned out to be the most interesting group in the end. Italy and Ghana qualified peacefully from group E while biggest upset was Czech going out. Czech started well but they wouldnt have done better with four key players on bench. Hard luck!. Swiss qualified as a leader of group G, France finally came to their senses and made it to the final 16. Ghana and Ecuador surprised everyone and they truly deserved to qualify for the next round. Lets see how they perform now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-115109923917160520?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/115109923917160520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=115109923917160520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/115109923917160520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/115109923917160520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey-to-top-after-half-time.html' title='Journey to the top : After half time'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-115075513551834077</id><published>2006-06-20T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:21:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the top : The crucial four days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/logo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/200/logo.1.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some team are going to pack up and fly back home, while some teams are going to show their class on the pitch in the knockout stages. These team will qualify in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group 1 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)Germany &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Ecuador &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)England &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Sweden &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group3 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)Argentina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Netherland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group4 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)Portugal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Mexico &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group5&lt;br /&gt;(I dont know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)Brazil &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Australia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)Korea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)France&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1)Spain&lt;br /&gt;2)Ukraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-115075513551834077?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/115075513551834077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/115075513551834077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey-to-top-crucial-four-days_20.html' title='Journey to the top : The crucial four days'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18192624.post-115039880278207868</id><published>2006-06-16T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:22:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the top : Bravo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/200/logo.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a finish by England...finally..huuhh!! After 82' battle they finally managed to score. Great ball by beckham. He surely is a great player. One goal scored against Paraguay was by him only :). Crouch would have been cooked, fried and eaten if he wouldnt have scored that goal. Bloody he is so tall no defender can stop him frm taking header. And goal by Gerrard was not a surprise for me. I was expecting something like that from him. I have seen him in the past, he is expert in those long drive blasts :-). You can expect a goal frm him in every 2-3 matches. It was good to see Rooney on pitch. Though we didnt see much from him but he just recovered from injury. His game will improve with each outing. World Cup its getting more and more exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of the blues : Ecuador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back on their feet and sprinting : Argentina and Italy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flying high : England&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most over-rated : Brazil (They suck!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men in black : Czech, Spain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the verge of retirement : France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The home advantage : Germany&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-115039880278207868?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/115039880278207868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=115039880278207868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/115039880278207868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/115039880278207868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey-to-top-bravo.html' title='Journey to the top : Bravo!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-115002011660765242</id><published>2006-06-11T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:10:45.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the top : The outcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/400/wc1.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The situation after group stages and 1st knockout round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-115002011660765242?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/115002011660765242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=115002011660765242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/115002011660765242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/115002011660765242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey-to-top-outcome.html' title='Journey to the top : The outcome'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114979741832077081</id><published>2006-06-08T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:20:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the top : part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/logo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/200/logo.0.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/wc1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hours away from the kick off of world cup of one the most popular sport on this planet..Soccer. In India too people are very excited. Restaurants have changed their menu, pubs have made arrangement for screening matches, people have bought new televisions :D. Well I am not going to talk about whats happening, I am going to talk about whats gonna happen in world cup :-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Group A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Germany:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The host nation will start its journey with match against Costa Rica. Though Ballack is injured, it should be easy win for Germans. It should be a piece of cake for Germany to top the group and walk into next round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poland:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They had a great run in qualifying. Fans have loads of expectation from them Should qualify for next round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Costa Rica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Coasta Rica doesnt look promising to enter into top 16 teams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ecuador:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Dont know. No comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Group B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;England:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My favourite. With Rooney returning to team, their chances are now amplified. Amazing team with great defence, midfield and attack. They should win it this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweden:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; With larsson, ljungberg and Ibrahimovic on attack, they should atleast secure 2nd place in the group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Trinidad and tobago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Qualifying for the first time. Cant say. Very slim chances of qualifing y for the next round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Paraguay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This team qualified from South American Zone where teams like Argentina, Brazil qualified. It looks promising but England and Sweden will not allow them to qualify for the next round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Group C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;: The group of death &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argentina&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Good team, player to watch Messi (Second Maradona in making), Crespo, Saviola, Tevez, Messi, Riquelme and decent defense. They are expected to finish first in the group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Netherlands&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Should finish 2nd but they are in such a grp that its extremely to difficult to predict. So no comments on 2nd position in this grp. Players to watch are Van der saar, Van Nistelrroy, Persie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serbia and Montenegro&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Their defense is the most talked about in world cup. Having conceded only single goal during the wc qualifying, other teams will have hard time breaking their wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivory Coast&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; People are saying they can do miracle. Remember Senegal in 1998.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Portugal :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Placed in one of the easiest group. They are expected to qualify with the help of Ronaldo, Sabrosa, Figo, Deco, Ferraria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mexico :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Should qualify but Mexico v/s Portugal will be interesting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Iran :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Angola :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Group E :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italy&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Will finish first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USA &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Will give good fight to Czech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghana&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Leave it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Czech&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Strong chances of 2nd position but chances are blurry with Baros having injury problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Group F : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brazil &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; World Cup favorites. Do I need to say anything about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Croatia&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; I cant guess who will get 2nd place in this group. But Croatia, leveling with Sweden in qualifying, have a good chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australia&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japan&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Dont know. A chinky team surprised all of us in the last world cup. They might b the next in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Group G :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;France :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They were aghast in the last world when they couldnt make it to the next round. I think it wont happen this time as they are placed in a very easy group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Switzerland :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Korea :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Good chance of going into next round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Togo :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No comments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Group H :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spain&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; I wont b surprise if they finish on top of the group. Player to watch Casillas, Puyol, Pablo, Iniesta, Alonso, Fabregas, Raul, Garcia. Very good team. I would count them in top teams who can win world cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ukraine :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lets c whether AC Milan's ace, Schevchenko, can drive his country to the next round or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tunisia&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; Leave it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Saudi Arabia :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not expecting anything great from them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114979741832077081?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114979741832077081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114979741832077081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114979741832077081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114979741832077081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey-to-top-part-1.html' title='Journey to the top : part 1'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114974383356758759</id><published>2006-06-07T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T06:11:24.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iLe Maurice (Pics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKgzX3udu2E/RgZz0HcQ0uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A2Cdma-PBTg/s1600-h/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKgzX3udu2E/RgZz03cQ0xI/AAAAAAAAABE/MQnOPHKAkH8/s320/DSCN0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045847784588104466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKgzX3udu2E/RgZz1HcQ0yI/AAAAAAAAABM/7CmtLxyBF0Y/s1600-h/DSCN0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKgzX3udu2E/RgZz1HcQ0yI/AAAAAAAAABM/7CmtLxyBF0Y/s320/DSCN0479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045847788883071778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKgzX3udu2E/RgZ0wXcQ0zI/AAAAAAAAABU/GL7hTC67xdg/s1600-h/DSCN0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKgzX3udu2E/RgZ0wXcQ0zI/AAAAAAAAABU/GL7hTC67xdg/s320/DSCN0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045848806790320946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114974383356758759?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114974383356758759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114974383356758759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114974383356758759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114974383356758759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/06/ile-maurice.html' title='iLe Maurice (Pics)'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKgzX3udu2E/RgZz0HcQ0uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A2Cdma-PBTg/s72-c/DSCN0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18192624.post-8355151902790259711</id><published>2006-06-07T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T06:14:19.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iLe Maurice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awesome place, awesome beaches, definitely not the place to with your parents. You can just go and relax under the warmth of the sun or you can be wild and try some of the water sports. Dont forget to catch a glimpse of the sun sinking in the ocean. Its the most beautiful sight I came across :). Spent one week there, its good place to relax and sink in the thoughts while staring at the endless, wild and beautiful ocean. While living in Mumbai, I couldnt discover that ocean is so beautiful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-8355151902790259711?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/8355151902790259711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=8355151902790259711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/8355151902790259711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/8355151902790259711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/06/ile-maurice_07.html' title='iLe Maurice'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114807526249782728</id><published>2006-05-20T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:55:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its always unexpected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes you prepare for things well in advance a week, a month or even a year before. But in the end you come up with the failure. Sometimes things happen so fast that you couldnt believe in what you have achieved in a couple of hours or couple of days. Thats what happened today. It was a lazy, casual start day before yesterday. But it all ended well today and brought in an unexpected surprise for me. I dont know whether its good or bad. I need to get into details before I decide but at first look it seems fantastic. I might be doing number crunching, selling or buying things in a year to come or I might design new algorithm, product, software. I might endup in a familiar place with familiar people around or I might endup in a completely unknown piece of land, with unfamiliar people around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bottomline: All good things happen all of a sudden and in a short span of time. So dont bother about future. Oppotunities come and they come in disguise. You just need to spot them (keep your eyes and ears open, even write a few words :D and dont hesitate to speak ;-) ) and crack them down and then you will write your own future in whatever way you want (It anyways will be written even if you follow the direction)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114807526249782728?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114807526249782728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114807526249782728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114807526249782728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114807526249782728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-always-unexpected.html' title='Its always unexpected!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114768838619683716</id><published>2006-05-15T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:30:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/podium.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/320/podium.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;After two win by ferrari it was time for Renault to show their supremacy. They did it and did it in style. Two podium positions while Schumacher split the Renault getting 2nd position. The season has just started and its getting difficult to predict the champion as we are going along the season. I doubt Ferrari and Renault will get any competition from other cars. May be once in a while Kimi or Button will manage to get to the podium but the winner will be always from Ferrrari or Renault. I am still hoping Massa will get into top three drivers while Schumi and Alonso will battle for 1st place. Its getting more and more interesting, its also good for fans atleast thrill, excitement is still there in Formula One. There is poll going on Yahoo! &lt;a href="http://uk.sports.yahoo.com/f1"&gt;http://uk.sports.yahoo.com/f1/&lt;/a&gt; and here are the results so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" id="pollresults" summary="Poll Results" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="407"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="poll-r1"&gt;    Fernando Alonso &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r1" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="pollbar" style="width: 7px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="barlabel"&gt;7%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r1" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5015&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r2"&gt;    Kimi Räikkönen &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r2" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="pollbar" style="width: 30px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="barlabel"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r2" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22214&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r1"&gt;    Michael Schumacher &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r1" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="pollbar" style="width: 49px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="barlabel"&gt;49%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r1" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35837&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r2"&gt;    Juan Pablo Montoya &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r2" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="pollbar" style="width: 9px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="barlabel"&gt;9%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r2" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6511&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r1"&gt;    Jenson Button &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r1" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div class="pollbar" style="width: 5px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="barlabel"&gt;5%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="poll-r1" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3533&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huge difference between Alonso and Schumacher. Still loads of Ferrari fans are there :-) and they are hoping Schumacher will win. Lets hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114768838619683716?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114768838619683716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114768838619683716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114768838619683716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114768838619683716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/05/game-on.html' title='Game on!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114703818507713313</id><published>2006-05-08T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:43:58.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the magic continues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/sch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/320/sch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The horse again danced on Italian and German anthem and why not...Win for Schumi and first podium, 3rd place, to Massa while Alonso was busy scratching his balls and thinking what went wrong. Kimi (4th) gave difficult times to Massa in the closing laps. While Honda again blundered things up with Button's engine goin down, Barrichello managed to come 5th and secured some championship points. Fisichella was 6th but the surprise came from young Rosberg who finished 7th in his Williams (I must say a new Schumacher in making). Ferrari has had a great run in last couple of races...lets see whether they can maintain their pace in spanish grand prix next week and give Alonso hard times at his home circuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114703818507713313?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114703818507713313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114703818507713313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114703818507713313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114703818507713313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-magic-continues.html' title='And the magic continues!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114580896435091335</id><published>2006-04-23T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T09:28:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic of scarlet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/schumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/320/schumi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes! its first victory for Ferrari this season, that too at their home circuit. Schumi gave Ferrari fans all the reason to smile :-) ...What a classic race it was. Starting from the pole position, Schumi set some of the fastest laps during the initial stage of race. Then came the pit stops. After first pit Schumi was 11 secs ahead of Alonso but Alonso somehow managed to close in the gap lap after lap (Schumi had some problems with his car). They battled through 0.3 sec difference for a long time when Alonso took his 2nd pit stop. Soon after Alonso, Schumi also went for pits and this time he just came out ahead of Alonso (Remember first race of season, Bahrain Grand Prix, where Alonso came ahead of Schumi after pits :-) ) .And then Schumi maintained 0.3 sec lead :-) for 20 laps until in the last remaining laps Alonso made some mistake and gap widened to 2 secs. Finally Schumi crossed the chequered flag with high spirits. Great racing by both Schumi and Alonso, they both drove like World Champions. Hats off to Schumi for driving car which had handling and braking problems. He surely showed his true class today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlights:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Second Ferrari with Massa also managed to secure 5 valuable points. In the end great race for Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;--- Honda once again goofed up after securing 2nd and 3rd pole positions. Sloppy practices in pits where they delayed Barrichello by 4 secs and blunder done to Button which forced him to 7th position when he could have easily climbed the podium.&lt;br /&gt;--- Not much of overtaking in this race. Yeah! it was kinda difficult circuit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114580896435091335?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114580896435091335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114580896435091335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114580896435091335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114580896435091335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/04/magic-of-scarlet.html' title='The magic of scarlet!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114573234518582378</id><published>2006-04-22T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:30:08.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passport Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you imagine a passport could cost 25k. Yeah! it did for me. I applied for passport on 21st Dec '05 (after constant nagging from my parents for about an year). My police verification was done in first week of Jan '06 and I was expecting passport in Feb last week. However, it wasnt issued. I went home for a week in Mid March. My parents asked me about my passport I told them &lt;em&gt;"Will be getting it soon"&lt;/em&gt;. After coming to Mumbai, I went to passport office and they gave me a terrible news. &lt;em&gt;"Your police verification report status is pending" &lt;/em&gt;(What the hell!). They asked me to go to CID office to get more information in this matter. CID office told me that Powai Police Station havent sent my police verification report. I went to Powai police station and they said they have already sent all the documents. I again went to CID office (for those who dont know where the CID office is, its at VT) they told me that file was sent on 23rd Dec '05 and they havent received any police verification from Powai Police Station. I again went to Powai Police Station then they again told me that they have sent file on 9th Jan '06. Then I again went to CID office, they again told me that they have once got the file but they had to send it back because birth certificate was missing. As Powai Police Station didnt get the file back they asked me to get xerox of my form and give to Powai Police Station so that they can start the passport procedure from scratch. Fed up with this shitty system where people cant even handle a file properly, where a passport officer cant talk to you with some decency and where your precious time and efforts are wasted without any gain. Giving up all the hopes I called up home and asked my parents to get passport in Tatkal from Indore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hunt began for Tatkal. Remember for Tatkal passport you need to provide valid reason for urgency. One way out is getting a letter from some company saying that they are sponsoring your trip to abroad. Though I would have got the letter someway or the other but my Dad didnt want to waste his time in this issue. I told him other option of TOEFL exam and he said "Good, go ahead and register". So I registered for TOEFL exam on 28th Apr. I sent all the form to Indore with my friend. Then agent asked me to close the file in Mumbai. I had to again pay my visit to the passport office to get letter from them. I speed post it to Indore. They submitted my file on 13th or 14th Mar. They asked me to come to Indore between 16-20 Apr. On 16th I got fever but I didnt want to miss on the passport so I went ahead but by the time I reached Indore I was boiling at 103 degrees. My mom was furious that I didnt inform her about my fever in advance. Anyways I took some rest that night. Next day on 17th I had to get my &lt;em&gt;"advance police verification"&lt;/em&gt; done, which is done by SP of the city. Well it was a piece of cake for me to get that certificate because my fufaji has got very good contacts in Police department (He himself is a forrest officer). So in the middle of fever I had to do all the formalities. On 18th I got the certificate gave it to agent and he sent it to Bhopal on 19th. But I needed the passport on 20th as I had to reach Mumbai on 21st Morning for my end semester exam on 22nd Apr. So it was kinda tight situation but my agent assured that I'll get passport on 20th. So I made my plans for Bhopal trip. On 20th Morning I called my agent. He said that situation is little dicy and he can confirm only after an hour. I told him my situation how I came to Indore in fever, about my exam on 22nd. Told him every possible thing which came to my mind at that time (Seriously I desperately needed that passport. I didnt care whether I'll go somewhere in summers or whatever but this passport thing had given me all the troubles in life and I took it as challenge. I thought whatever happens I'll not leave for Mumbai without passport). I called him 5 times during that one hour. And he finally said "Welcome to Bhopal" . I was finally relieved after hearing those words (Seriously!). Went on for three and half hour drive to Bhopal with my Mom, grandparents and two cousin sisters (It was Innova, we thought it would be fun to take grandparents and sisters along, atleast they enjoyed movie in the cab :) ). Reached Bhopal at 4:30. Passport office opened at 5. They put the list of tatkal passport which were approved and my name was on the first page (What a relief it was after seeing name on that list). I called up my agent and he said he'll turn up at 5:30 but he didnt turn upto 5:45. I got anxious (passport are delievered upto 6) so I got up asked passport officer whether my name was called out. He said &lt;em&gt;"No"&lt;/em&gt;. After 2-3 people my name was called I gave couple of autograph, took the passport and sailed away with joy :). Finally my mom said &lt;em&gt;"you always get things you want but you always get it late"&lt;/em&gt;. I said &lt;em&gt;"Yes. I get everything late. But finally I do fetch them"&lt;/em&gt;. So my passport saga finally ended. My fever also ended. My exam also ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airtickets = 8000/-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Registration for TOEFL Exam = 6500/-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agent Passport Fee = 6500/-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cab rent = 2500/-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passport (Mumbai) = 1000/-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three visits each at CID, Passport Office, Powai Police Station = Frustration &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling of having passport = Priceless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I can travel all around the world now and this time is coming soon may be May :) I can feel world at my door steps :P .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114573234518582378?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114573234518582378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114573234518582378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114573234518582378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114573234518582378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/04/passport-saga.html' title='The Passport Saga'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114450057161646075</id><published>2006-04-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T05:53:25.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>75 Bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/findbands.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/320/findbands.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find 75 bands in this poster? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114450057161646075?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114450057161646075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114450057161646075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114450057161646075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114450057161646075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/04/75-bands.html' title='75 Bands'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114314807351500962</id><published>2006-03-24T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:07:53.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm.........</title><content type='html'>Its been a while, I'm down and right,&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting, waiting for long,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees and begging them down,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you cant make it on your own,&lt;br /&gt;Songs...they are singing, I am grasping and writing,&lt;br /&gt;Its too bright and I'm living my life,&lt;br /&gt;Swinging my life here and there,&lt;br /&gt;Losing it deep inside the ocean in abyss,&lt;br /&gt;Now or never, living every second, every moment,&lt;br /&gt;Living it to the full, everyone is jealous, so what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Sound of silence in the voice of simon and garfunkel,&lt;br /&gt;Songs they are my insipiration,&lt;br /&gt;They can make u cry and dance, they are amazing,&lt;br /&gt;Every word echoing my ear, trying to catch and hold them for life,&lt;br /&gt;Searching, searching, search is on,&lt;br /&gt;World is less interesting, need to go to some other planet,&lt;br /&gt;I hate god, for all this suffering to all the people,&lt;br /&gt;Why cant be everyone happy right frm poor to rich,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored of same old crap so I want some rest,&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, your dream may come true,&lt;br /&gt;Hope god fulfill all the wish, every wish you thought through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114314807351500962?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114314807351500962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114314807351500962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114314807351500962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114314807351500962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/im.html' title='I&apos;m.........'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114306517656095161</id><published>2006-03-23T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:06:16.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The match</title><content type='html'>I paid 400 bucks for&lt;br /&gt;- 4 overs&lt;br /&gt;- 4 wickets&lt;br /&gt;- 10 runs&lt;br /&gt;- A four&lt;br /&gt;- A dropped catch&lt;br /&gt;- 4 lousy shots&lt;br /&gt;- Inaudible presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I watched post lunch session 5th day of India-England test match at Wankhede. My first match in stadium. Feeling is cool to be present in stadium, cheering, hooting, hushing. Sincere advice dont ever go to stadium is India is losing. Avoid test matches (they are boring). Catch the action from the first ball of the match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114306517656095161?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114306517656095161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114306517656095161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114306517656095161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114306517656095161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/match.html' title='The match'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114289041865353169</id><published>2006-03-21T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:22:22.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to be disclosed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note: A sincere advice. You wont get what I am gonna write below. Then why am I posting? So that I dont forget this in future. So please dont waste your time here. Its meant for only three people who agreed on terms and conditions below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terms and conditions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Time limit : 4 years from the day when we start earning.&lt;br /&gt;2) Duration : 4 months&lt;br /&gt;3) No. (minimum) : One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) Location : India only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) Money sharing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6) No future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7) No disclosure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stake: 3 days/2 nights stay at Mauritius including water sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114289041865353169?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114289041865353169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114289041865353169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114289041865353169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114289041865353169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-to-be-disclosed.html' title='Not to be disclosed'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114260676451279320</id><published>2006-03-17T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:49:59.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day when history was created</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am talking about 12th March '06 when South Africa literally raped Australia. Even if u saldom watch cricket this was the match not be missed. To start with Aus made 434 (btw this was an ODI). Ponting made a great knock, he scored century something. I saw Australian score and changed the channel (No way in my dream I could have thought of lame South Africa even managing to reach half the target) But as said in cricket the result is not decided until last ball is bowled. When I saw SA's score after 25 overs in news I seriously felt that they can do it and from then on I didnt even miss a single ball. The whole match was a highlight in itself. Match was swaying between SA and Aus ball by ball. Gibbs played inning of his life. (Gibbs performing under such circumstances made Tendulkar look like a dumb cricketer. He cud have performed in the world cup finals, when his team needed him the most but he didnt. Sometimes I wonder Tendulkar, is he even that great?) and when the cake was ready icing was down by Boucher (what a temperament he has got, hats off to him). Its the most humiliating defeat ever. Aussies should go and hang themselves and SA you made ppl believe that any target is achievable. Hail SA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Formula one also began on 12th and finally ferrari is back :-) ..Yes!!. Their cars look superb. They could have finished first on podium but shitty Alonso. They goofed with Massa's car in pits otherwise he could have gained some points :-( . What a race for Kimi. Fucker started from the last in the grid and finished 3rd. He has got balls man! . I think this years Grand Prix will be more interesting than last years (with tyre changing coming in, this will give edge to ferrari) and ferrari will be top contender for driver's and constructor's (I am not saying this bcoz I am ferrari fan :D, they do have quality drivers and their cars are really good :) ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Predictions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drivers: I think Schumi will regain its title&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Construtors: Red color will be back...so its all ferrari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man to watch out : Kimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alonso, haaa he will be lost in the dust :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114260676451279320?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114260676451279320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114260676451279320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114260676451279320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114260676451279320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-when-history-was-created.html' title='The day when history was created'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114260467673208074</id><published>2006-03-17T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:12:59.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes yes yessssssssssssss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes...finally I got my new cell after one and half month of efforts :) . Yeah efforts..this gizmo was out of stock in Mumbai for about a month. I went out 4-5 times in search of it but always came back with nothing. Even if I managed to get one, ppl were selling it above mrp. So I waited and finally managed to get hold of one in Indore. This nokia cell has got amazing graphics and looks. Above all it has slide open feature which I desperately wanted (Remember that last scene in Matrix when Neo was chased down by agents and he snatches one cell frm a pedestrian. It was slide open cell). It has regular features like mp3, 2 MP cam, half GB mem, bluetooth blah blah blah...btw I am talking about 6270.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114260467673208074?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114260467673208074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114260467673208074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114260467673208074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114260467673208074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-yes-yessssssssssssss.html' title='Yes yes yessssssssssssss!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114185634326245530</id><published>2006-03-09T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:20:53.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And they sucked. Bloody Real cudnt even manage to put one ball in. Hail! Casillas and Lehmann amazing keeping by both of them. Real Madrid, useless all star team good for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114185634326245530?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114185634326245530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114185634326245530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114185634326245530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114185634326245530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-they-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114184664310621348</id><published>2006-03-09T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:07:00.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am sitting here having battle with fever, though its not clear yet who will win the war. But I'll ensure a hell of a fight to fever. Its kinda weird. Couple of days ago I thought I didnt fell sick since quite a long time. And today I had sore throat, weakness, sweat, cold and lil fever. Taking every possible step to counter attack (I took 100gms of glucose in one shot) and I know tomorrow will be ok :) . I shud better take my ass to TV room. Lets c whats Arsenal got in its basket for Real. Its time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114184664310621348?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114184664310621348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114184664310621348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114184664310621348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114184664310621348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114151364035796294</id><published>2006-03-03T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:10:11.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama told me when I was young&lt;br /&gt;Come sit beside me, my only son&lt;br /&gt;And listen closely to what I say&lt;br /&gt;And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, take your time don't live too fast&lt;br /&gt;Troubles will come and they will pass&lt;br /&gt;Go find a woman, oh baby, you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget son there is someone up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be a simple kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Be something you love and understand&lt;br /&gt;Baby be a simple, kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you do this for me son&lt;br /&gt;If you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget your lust for the rich man's gold&lt;br /&gt;All that you need, oh lord, is in your soul&lt;br /&gt;And you can do this, oh baby, if you try&lt;br /&gt;All that I want for you my son&lt;br /&gt;Is to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be a simple kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Be something you love and understand&lt;br /&gt;Baby be a simple, kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you do this for me son&lt;br /&gt;If you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, don't you worry you'll find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart, lord, and nothing else&lt;br /&gt;And you can do this, oh baby, if you try&lt;br /&gt;All that I want for you my son&lt;br /&gt;Is to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be a simple kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Be something you love and understand&lt;br /&gt;Baby be a simple, kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you do this for me son&lt;br /&gt;If you can?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114151364035796294?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114151364035796294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114151364035796294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114151364035796294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114151364035796294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/simple-man.html' title='Simple Man'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114124328869879801</id><published>2006-03-02T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:04:10.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is all over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am trying to compile a collection of 500 greatest songs (rock n roll) of all time rated by rolling stones, a popular magazine. This task is tedious...searching songs on lan, copying on comp, renaming it. Shesshh. But seriously when I listen to them, they are amazing and worth the effort. Mostly from the era of 60s-80s...these songs made me believe the rock music which is flowing today is close to crap!. The songs of 60s-80s have raw feeling with them. No modern equipment used, no special effects added, no modern instruments used. When you listen to a song its important how you feel when its been played. One song can take you flying in the sky while another can make you say "shit". These songs are mesmerising because of great vocals, great guitar, great drums. You can actually get every beat played at drums, notes played by various guitars. These songs made me believe most of the band today like RATM, Linkin Park, Creed, Greenday, Limp Bizkit, write, sing, play bullshit. They just create noise..thats it! Some good bands still prevails but in gereral overall quality is not at all good. We need something pure to clean the shit which has been spread. To end with 2-3 years back I couldnt stand beatles. I used to say "what the fuck I want more energy in the songs". But now I love quite a large number of songs done by them. I think 60s-80s bands had originality and variety, each band differed from another thats not the case today. As its said The beatles were turning point in the rock n roll history. May be its time for another beatles to change the face of rock music in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114124328869879801?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114124328869879801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114124328869879801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114124328869879801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114124328869879801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-is-all-over.html' title='Music is all over...'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114098668378750249</id><published>2006-02-27T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:07:18.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While my guitar gently weeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are thinking there is gonna be any correlation between the title and what I am gonna write after this then I am sorry there aint any. Firstly I dont know what I am gonna write next, may be related to Jim Morrison - Kurt Cobain thoughts or Richard Branson's adventure or whatever. I dont have any idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People wait for something to happen, I am also waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Cool things in the past, I am gonna have blast,&lt;br /&gt;I give myself away in exchange of damn,&lt;br /&gt;Face in my hands, concealing my pain,&lt;br /&gt;Scribblings of past and I am having laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was born in 70s with Beatles, Morrison and cannabis,&lt;br /&gt;I am rolling, rolling like a stone down the slope,&lt;br /&gt;Blues of roadhouse in the voice of Jim Morrison, pom pom chom pom pom, alright,&lt;br /&gt;Following the end till the end but I never able to get to the end,&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to put my foot in California, while I am listening to going to california,&lt;br /&gt;My guitar is weeping gently and so am I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114098668378750249?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114098668378750249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114098668378750249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114098668378750249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114098668378750249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/02/while-my-guitar-gently-weeps.html' title='While my guitar gently weeps'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114081734140617920</id><published>2006-02-25T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:42:21.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The students responded with a unanimous yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. Now, said the professor, as the laughter subsided, I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The golf balls are the important things your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sand is everything else the small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you put the sand into the jar first, he continued, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that arecritical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18 holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The professor smiled. I'm glad you asked, he said. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there is always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114081734140617920?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114081734140617920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114081734140617920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114081734140617920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114081734140617920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/02/coffee-cup.html' title='Coffee Cup'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-114011880776933976</id><published>2006-02-17T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:05:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's fault but mine</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder about the time which has already passed,&lt;br /&gt;Sinful pleasure and hollow act,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy thoughts and cryptic writings,&lt;br /&gt;Disappointing chases and unexpected gains,&lt;br /&gt;Unfair judgements and hopeless adjustments,&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful advice and discard them outright,&lt;br /&gt;Crappy principles and acceptance without question,&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of sick rules and if you follow them then you are fool&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is afriad but they keep on making mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Life is a perception if not then you are in deception,&lt;br /&gt;Encumbered by other individuals and outer being,&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces from others to make up your own,&lt;br /&gt;Endless journey with unknown people through creepy places&lt;br /&gt;Never stopping time it makes your hair go white and turn you blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-114011880776933976?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/114011880776933976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=114011880776933976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114011880776933976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/114011880776933976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/02/nobodys-fault-but-mine.html' title='Nobody&apos;s fault but mine'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113891727232907472</id><published>2006-02-03T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:54:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes days are strange, you get up in the morning rather afternoon, think of what am I gonna do today. Loads of things pop up in your mind but then you are too lazy to move your feet or even your finger to do anything and you again fall into the bed, dream and then sleep. While sometimes you have a bad dream wake up and look back to the dreams "what the hell was that?" "Howz that possible even in dreams?". We are afraid of losing what we possess. Sometimes we are too busy, we dont even know or try to think on what we are doing, is it worthwhile or not? but we just keep on doing it. Days are busy, day are hard, days are cool, days are hot, days are leisure, days are blank. Here were some abstract thoughts. Thoughts can be strange so can be the days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113891727232907472?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113891727232907472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113891727232907472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113891727232907472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113891727232907472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/02/strange-days.html' title='Strange Days'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113801584657426477</id><published>2006-01-23T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:39:01.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The voyage...it ends on 22nd Jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a great placement season for me. Sometimes things were disappointing and sometimes exciting. I think I got the job at the right time. In between I took gamble for UBS. I didnt appear for a single company between 3rd-14th Jan and that gamble was worth taking. Things became clearer about what I have accomplished in the past and what I want to do in life. One thing I realized that there is loads of opportunities there in IT industry and some great companies exist in this domain.&lt;br /&gt;From the start I was very confident that I am gonna end up with a good job. In the end I can say my JEE rank mattered not my Computer Science knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and the hunt ended&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Placements, its like an adventure, you have mixed feeling while going through it but it has to end. I got the job but I still dont feel excited or anything, dont know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113801584657426477?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113801584657426477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113801584657426477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113801584657426477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113801584657426477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/01/voyageit-ends-on-22nd-jan.html' title='The voyage...it ends on 22nd Jan'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113735408988080627</id><published>2006-01-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T03:45:49.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People say Friday 13th is the unlucky day but for me Saturday 14th turned out to be the unluckiest, god must have goofed around with my clock. With the start of the placement people asked me "hey whats your dream company?" I said "I dont know" I know it was kind of sad reply to the question but seriously I didnt know until I came across UBS. After the whole placement process I was in the final two candidates and sad part was they wanted only one candidate. They said "you are very close we dont know whom should we take". In the end they preferred the other one. Life is bitch, you cant judge it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113735408988080627?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113735408988080627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113735408988080627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113735408988080627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113735408988080627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/01/saturday-14th.html' title='Saturday 14th'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113623243812758797</id><published>2006-01-03T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:09:54.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like doing nothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since last week or so I feel like doing nothing...SIMPLY NOTHING. I dont whats happening, this aint any good. Life is too boring now. I dont even feel like watching movies or playing anything, I havent even listened to music since last five days. Gosh! Whats up with me :-( . Where am I going. Sometimes life becomes too boring but cant help it, have to pass through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spirits were high, feeling was strong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surroundings were tense but I ignored them on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited waited and waited, I waited so long,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A second seemed a minute as the time moved on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I was called, beaten, fried and eaten,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But In the end I was happy over my pains and wounds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came with a smiling face and unknown charm,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt like getting the success on a lost ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113623243812758797?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113623243812758797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113623243812758797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113623243812758797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113623243812758797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-like-doing-nothing.html' title='I feel like doing nothing!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113626989850640001</id><published>2006-01-02T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:31:38.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hap New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So one more year passed. Somethings went the way I wanted and some didnt. New Year Resolution..I dont take any, an exception of last year where a resolution was forced upon me which I didnt follow. I think resolutions are for sissies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113626989850640001?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113626989850640001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113626989850640001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113626989850640001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113626989850640001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2006/01/hip-hap-new-year.html' title='Hip Hap New Year!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113545369891061090</id><published>2005-12-25T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:53:24.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamble on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The heat is on, rather its catching fire now. The whole spirit is burning and flames are touching mind. Every moment there is change of thought. Dazed and confused. Recently I have noticed, life is a gamble, some people lose and some people win and it has to be that way. Some people are not good at gambling, afraid of taking chances, running away from trying their luck and they accept whatever comes first. While others who have some balls left, wait until the right moment and they grab it whenever it comes. We have to decide which person we want to become, the first one who accepts whatever comes in his or her way or the one with balls. Well in the former you'll always be unsated but atleast you will have something closer to what you wanted. But in the later there is always delight once you get whatever you want but there is a very dark side in case you dont achieve the desired goal. So what kinda person are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113545369891061090?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113545369891061090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113545369891061090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113545369891061090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113545369891061090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/12/gamble-on.html' title='Gamble on'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113407736455761435</id><published>2005-12-09T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:33:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I feeling sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole december when people are not here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The void mind offering nothing to smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The same old rhyme with meaningless words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why am I feeling lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulling over past, present and future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ship wandering in the savage ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afraid of realities and unacceptable facts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why am I losing my voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont have words to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear of speaking truth and sinking in bay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somethings are better not said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why am I losing my strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Draining strength while thinking, imagining and dancing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unable to move my body, its numb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cant stand this, the hell I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113407736455761435?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113407736455761435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113407736455761435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113407736455761435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113407736455761435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-am-i.html' title='Why am I....'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113390139681625234</id><published>2005-12-07T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T01:59:27.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move with the rolling stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lots of television flying. Circling around a tower, suddenly a television come and flashes a picture, you cant recognize it. You go out and search for that particular picture. Then suddenly you start lifting up, you feel like losing gravity beneath you feet. You are now flying high on the mechanical wings. You are flying over pacific. Living every blissful moment. Then suddenly you start laughing and dont understand what you are speaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont understand what I am speaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People are laughing and I am sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music has stopped and computer is buzzing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am blabbering but no one is listening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone is busy with his own crap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut the crap and gimme some snack &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I am thinking while I am writing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questioning and thinking, writing and fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I already forgot what I witnessed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something related to television, game and strictness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head is a bastard, doesnt even listen to its master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Working on its own, leaving various kinds of fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Shit! I wrote something which you dont understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try it and you wont even get essence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113390139681625234?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113390139681625234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113390139681625234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113390139681625234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113390139681625234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/12/move-with-rolling-stone.html' title='Move with the rolling stone'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113251815200069039</id><published>2005-11-21T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:22:32.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trumpery</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Encumbered forever by desire and ambition,&lt;br /&gt;Amibtion always distressing mind,&lt;br /&gt;Mind If I talk to you long,&lt;br /&gt;Long highway with desert around,&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner of my heart, something is hidden deep,&lt;br /&gt;Deep is touch of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Heart and brain can never work together,&lt;br /&gt;Together we walk along the beach,&lt;br /&gt;Beach, dusk and sea,&lt;br /&gt;Sea, always annoying sand,&lt;br /&gt;Sand castle and muddy hands,&lt;br /&gt;Handful of coins and lousy rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme with beats and thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of wonders and excitment,&lt;br /&gt;Exciting dance and peaceful romance,&lt;br /&gt;Romance and roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the color of devil,&lt;br /&gt;Devil will dismantle but angel will recastle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to fly but I have no wings,&lt;br /&gt;Wings lost in the battle of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly ride with smoke filled clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are watching you,&lt;br /&gt;You and I, I and You, You I I You,&lt;br /&gt;You better think of something,&lt;br /&gt;Something becomes everything,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is white, black and blue,&lt;br /&gt;Blues are the summers and winters are cool,&lt;br /&gt;Winter snow and christmas night,&lt;br /&gt;Nights are mystic and I am thinking why days are not?&lt;br /&gt;Not and can should never be allowed to mingle,&lt;br /&gt;Mingling my voice with the song,&lt;br /&gt;Songs are deep and end is never reached,&lt;br /&gt;Reach where no one ever dreamt,&lt;br /&gt;Dream is an activity created by the god,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God fooling our mind even while we are asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is the worst part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113251815200069039?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113251815200069039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113251815200069039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113251815200069039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113251815200069039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/11/trumpery.html' title='Trumpery'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113234617581829369</id><published>2005-11-19T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:39:39.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completing the incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I am Dumb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not like them but I can pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sun is gone but I have light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day is gone but I had fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I am dumb or may be I am happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;My heart is broke but I have glue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me inhale and mend it with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well float around and hang out on clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then well come down and have a hangover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skin the sun and fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathe away the soul is weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lesson learned wish me luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soothe the burn wake me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;snow is white but I can slide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;picture is blurry and fog is around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time has stopped but I can count&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything is black but I am not sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;sorrows are coming but I am hiding my feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;body is gone but I am feeling strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;strings are worn but they sound long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grass is moist but flames are hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;lake is idle and the moon is floating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;winters are busy but I am too lazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blood is hot but can is cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is fading away and I must live everyday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113234617581829369?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113234617581829369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113234617581829369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113234617581829369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113234617581829369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/11/completing-incomplete.html' title='Completing the incomplete'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113217279458252542</id><published>2005-11-17T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:36:21.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ending!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whole day, what have I done, DDP. Yeah! damn whole day and at this point of time, it seems that I am no way close to completion. Damn when is it gonna end? Nah! I am not writing any more because this mind is full of java, .net, c#. Nothing is coming to my mind, it seems I have stopped thinking, only ddp is swaying my mind. floating in my head. I can feel it. Oh hell! ddp has taken over my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;luulllllla lllliiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllll lllaaaammmmmbaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;luuummmmmbaaa laaaaallllllllla lllllllliiiiiiiillllllllliiiiiiiiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmhmmmmmhhmhmh haaaahaaahaaah heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hhoooohheeeeeeoohhhho hhhmmooommhhhhoommmmmooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fffooooooooofffuuuuuuuuu gggiiiiiiiirrrrrrriiiiiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ssssuuuuuuuukkkkkk mmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ffooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read the above crap and temme how does it sound? I am too tired to try out myself so help me with it. Fading to black. Total black out. My neurons are losing their capacity to work and I dont want to bother them any more. I played, so far the best, fade to black today and I am trying hard to overcome my inability to make pleasant sound with guitar. When am I going to play Stairway to heaven like jimmy page (too ambitious ehh) . Who cares. Dreaming? Nah I am not dreaming, I call it process of thinking, cognition. Its moulding your mind to attain ambitious heights. So your mind starts working towards it since the time you think of it. Now I am running out of time, thoughts, words, water, food, energy and mentos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of the day and begining of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Green Day sucks! (No variety at all, same punk rock, every song sounds like the same)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tea is the only thing keeping me alive and awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Free Bird! I cant change, god knows I cant change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am no nerd, If I was one then rather than writing this I would be sleeping tonite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113217279458252542?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113217279458252542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113217279458252542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113217279458252542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113217279458252542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/11/never-ending.html' title='Never ending!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113199766889950194</id><published>2005-11-15T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:15:19.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97... &lt;b&gt;wear sunscreen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be &lt;b&gt;IT&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are NOT as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, &lt;b&gt;it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113199766889950194?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113199766889950194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113199766889950194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113199766889950194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113199766889950194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunscreen.html' title='Sunscreen'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113183322382883181</id><published>2005-11-13T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:30:32.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12th November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12th Nov 83, thats the day I was born. The time was around 1240 hrs which I got to know yesterday only, anyways who cares for the time. One special day in a year. Getting calls, mails, sms from friends, relatives and unknowns. (I hate making complete sentences. Oops last one was the complete sentences and this ones too.) Surprise frm friends, as they say "in appreciation of the year round entertainment provided by me" (Yeah! I deserved it). Kurt Cobain journals. I am goin to become freaking crazy by reading all this but I loved the gift! ....(I hate writing straight sentences, whats the point in writing straight meaningful sentence which even a 10 yr old kid can understand.) My parents threw party at home, while I was here in Mumbai(shheh! missed it :-( ). Dry day (That sucked!). Had last bumps session in IIT and was alive after that :-) . My ass is fine now :-) (Thats one advantage of having lanky body, otherwise situation could have been worse :-) ). Btw Nov-ember, so is it like people born in nov are hot!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7813/577/1600/DSC04719.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113183322382883181?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113183322382883181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113183322382883181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113183322382883181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113183322382883181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/11/12th-november.html' title='12th November'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113139136084767142</id><published>2005-11-08T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:06:45.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont want to indulge in any kind of rat race. I want a break, peaceful vacation after IIT. May be a year long internship somewhere in Europe, Ahh! Amsterdam will be a great place to live in :-). But I know I will not even apply, fuck these worldly matters, these social bindings, these obligations, these commitments. Cant get away from them and they will not leave you until you leave this world. By the end of this academic year, I'll be leaving one rat race and joining another (hopefully). I'll participate and try my best to win this race but with my own pace. I will not go beyond my limits under influence of any damn thing on this planet. Will I be able maintain this pace? Will my ego allow me to do that? I dont know but atleast I can give it a try. I should better stop writing now and do my ddp. I want to complete this rat race in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113139136084767142?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113139136084767142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113139136084767142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113139136084767142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113139136084767142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/11/rat-race.html' title='Rat race'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113121443883572546</id><published>2005-11-05T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:04:41.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DDPasstime</title><content type='html'>Spent whole day, scratching my head, thinking what to do? where to start from? trying to configure web server (yuck!). Saturday dedicated to DDP. Finally managed to do something :-) . Got actuarial exam on 15th and project report submission on 21st. Next couple of weeks are goin to be tough and exciting. DDP blues :-( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a very interesting link for rock freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starling.rinet.ru/music/index.htm"&gt;http://starling.rinet.ru/music/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick of the day : Within Attraction by Yanni. Awesome music, especially violin in the end. Violin, I didnt know they can sound that great :-) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113121443883572546?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113121443883572546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113121443883572546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113121443883572546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113121443883572546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/11/ddpasstime.html' title='DDPasstime'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113071132251026831</id><published>2005-10-31T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:43:48.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most people in this world try walking in someone else's shoes. Without thinking, without knowing where they will reach and even rejecting their own desires, ambition and identity. They just blindly follow the footsteps imprinted by some great man (Idol for that person) or by some next door neighbour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If someone asks you, what would you like to become? You would say Sachin Tendulkar but no one would say a good cricketer. Then you would end up dressing like him, speaking like him and even behaving like him. Without thinking, without knowing yourself you keep on imitating. Even If you are talented enough to be a cricketer your talent is a trash because you are wasting your valuable time copying an entirely different person. This negligence of your self being is actually killing your thoughts, your beliefs, your hopes i.e. killing your soul. You may end up doing what you dont want to, which you would realize sometime later in your life and then regret about past, making your life more miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is life? It cant be answered by a mere sentence and different people have different opinion, but still, Life is about exploring yourself, finding what you want to do, what you would love to do. It is seeking an objective which would make your life worth living, more interesting, more exciting. Life is also about give and take, about right and wrong. It is also about the choices you make. Every decision you take has ability to change the course of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stop copying someone else's action, emotion, talent. Be yourself. Every person on this planet is born with some extra ordinary quality. Life is about knowing this quality. Keep looking. Sooner or later you'll definitely strike a jack pot but keep looking until you find this treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113071132251026831?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113071132251026831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113071132251026831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113071132251026831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113071132251026831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/most-people-in-this-world-try-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113053791509616072</id><published>2005-10-29T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:21:45.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>I want to get out and explore this world,&lt;br /&gt;I want to add more meaning to the life,&lt;br /&gt;I want to see shooting stars every night,&lt;br /&gt;I want a glimpse of breeze rushing past pines,&lt;br /&gt;I want a horse and an endless ride,&lt;br /&gt;I want to write down my thoughts until pages are piled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113053791509616072?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113053791509616072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113053791509616072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113053791509616072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113053791509616072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113034693536009627</id><published>2005-10-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:30:09.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MS PrePlacementTorture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shit! Crap! Investment Banking. What do they do in investment banking? Play around with people's money. Yeah! I'm writing this to kill time, while I am sitting here in LT listening to PPT or am I really listening? "Kill" reminds me of "Killing in the name of" by RATM. Kick Ass song dude!. There is some shit spread all over the slides which speaker is presenting and the speaker, whoever he is I dont care, is such boring speaker that he is simply talking about company, looking at the slides and blurting something something something.....Not even attempting to make up some joke. No humour at all. The PPTs in the past atleast had some humour attached to them. The humour was good or not thats not the question, atleast they tried to make people laugh and audience appreciated if it was good or criticised if it sucked. Atleast they had something to talk about. But this person is speaking without expression, without energy, without any enthusiasm. Now they are talking about product lifecycle. Have you ever thought about human life cycle. They are talking about support system and all but have they ever thought about support to people who cant even afford a day's meal. Every company talks about team, leadership, mentor, great working environment, good pay (though they never tell you the exact compensation. They always manage to pass this question by saying "one of the competitive in the market"). I am bored of listen to this crap again and again. Cant they do something different, something out of the normal presentation to makes these PPTs more interesting and thereby attracting audience attention. The speaker forced me to write this crap. So you can understand how sucking he is. Now he is talking about IIT. Dont know what he is saying something like "blah blah blah execution, domain expertise, something something blah blah". Wish If I had a mp3 player in my phone so that atleast I could have listened to Floyd and saved myself from on goin pitiful situation or rather I should start bringing my mp3 player to PPTs. Worst PPT ever!!!!! Now talking about recruitment process. You should have Passion! Interest! Innovation! thats what they are talking about. Shit! I want to do my DDP or rather I should go and play Squash now. But wait a min, grub after PPT. They mailed us saying "we understand IITians well" so there is something special in store for us. Ok, I am done. I think its gonna end in coupla mins. What a torture. I always forget to bring along something to read. Next time I am gonna bring Jim along. Oh Chinky shut your mouth I want to go. Now I am done, my friends are saying enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So thats what PPTs are like and after PPT guess what was in the store for us. Shady Monginis food packets and that too with 400 hundred people pushing hard trying to grab one I didnt even feel like eating, came back to hostel and went for squash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized everything related to rubber is goin against me. My bike got punctured, my shoe sole is coming out, sucking in squash and my racquet grip is also wearing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113034693536009627?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113034693536009627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113034693536009627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113034693536009627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113034693536009627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/ms-preplacementtorture.html' title='MS PrePlacementTorture'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113036686202170631</id><published>2005-10-24T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:47:42.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a great mystery lying in front of me which I am not able to solve. In fact I'm not putting any sort of effort in seeking the solution. Its not that I dont want to, I am very keen to find the answer which is hidden somewhere behind but my mind is not allowing me to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113036686202170631?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113036686202170631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113036686202170631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113036686202170631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113036686202170631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuck-in-moment.html' title='Stuck in a moment'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113053897117028354</id><published>2005-10-23T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:27:10.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Mask, Freedom...Any correlation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's what real love amounts to, letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending, performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him, unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113053897117028354?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113053897117028354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113053897117028354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113053897117028354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113053897117028354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-mask-freedomany-correlation.html' title='Love, Mask, Freedom...Any correlation?'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113036716764504022</id><published>2005-10-22T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:52:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kill the alien concepts and come back to reality. The end of alien concepts, the beginning of personal concepts. Get to reality, get to your own reality, get to your own in-touch-with-yourself situation. Kill the concepts which are installed in you, which dont belong to your, which are forced on you. They must die. Get hold on to natural things. Things which appear real to you. They cant lie to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113036716764504022?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113036716764504022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113036716764504022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113036716764504022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113036716764504022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/end.html' title='The end!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113140157113596702</id><published>2005-10-21T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:12:51.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday, Mocha and Sheesha, these three things have become synonymous for us since god knows when. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113140157113596702?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113140157113596702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113140157113596702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113140157113596702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113140157113596702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113031207628184800</id><published>2005-10-20T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:40:10.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If something is worth fighting for then why take some crappy alternative.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jim Morrison and Dream theatre are driving me crazy. I wait for sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont know ever since I started blogging I have become more philosophical (though its kind of inappropriate to use word "philosophical" but "more" makes up for it) or its not that. I dont know. May be somethings were hidden deep inside and writing just helps in clearing all that mess. Just blurt it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing by the window&lt;br /&gt;Eyes upon the moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon&lt;br /&gt;She shuts the doors and lights&lt;br /&gt;And lays her body on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Where images and words are running deep&lt;br /&gt;She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head&lt;br /&gt;So quietly she lays and waits for sleep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She stares at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And tries not to think&lt;br /&gt;And pictures the chain&lt;br /&gt;She's been trying to link again&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling is gone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And water can't cover her memory&lt;br /&gt;And ashes can't answer her pain&lt;br /&gt;God give me the power to take breath from a breeze&lt;br /&gt;And call life from a cold metal frame&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In with the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Or up with the smoke from the fire&lt;br /&gt;With wings up in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Or here, lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Palm of her hand to my head&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever curled in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And the heart of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dream and theatre, what a perfect combination. Wish If I had one dream theatre in which I could spend rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113031207628184800?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113031207628184800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113031207628184800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113031207628184800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113031207628184800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/wait-for-sleep.html' title='Wait for sleep'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113131552105834731</id><published>2005-10-17T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:04:06.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was flying high but somehow I managed to tighten my grip on the chair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day was bright, smoke was white and water was cold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard endless laughters and whispers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People were lost, confined in their own blissful world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passageway became an endless highway to heaven,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time started to crawl, perceptions were altered, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few minutes walk felt like a journey to nowhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pizzas never tasted that good,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Round table, hukka, chocolate avalanche, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mocha lit with sunlight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ambience, the atmosphere, the feeling was exotic,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smoke never faded, people never stopped, the end never ended. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113131552105834731?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113131552105834731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113131552105834731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113131552105834731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113131552105834731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-middle-of-day.html' title='In the middle of a day'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113031032399480341</id><published>2005-10-16T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:49:56.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging by a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The days of reverie are gone. Welcome to the reality. Welcome to the real world. I was a day dreamer and stopped day dreaming recently. Why? I dont know. But its better to be in this vicious world rather than in some dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somethings are so weird if you start thinking about them, u can spend hours, days...but hey wait whats the point in just thinking. Go and make things work. If you are spending countless hours thinking about them, it'll drive u crazy. So better stop lingering around them and go have a nice coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hanging by a moment! An amazing piece written by Life House. Each and every word is so neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate for changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starving for truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closer where i Started&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting go of all i've held onto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting all i'm lacking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Completely and complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll take your invitation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now.. i'm falling even more in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting go of all i've held onto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm livin for the only thing i know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running here and crashing where to go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And down i know i'd like to be in tune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing left to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing in the world that can change my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate for changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starving for truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closer where i Started&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting go of all i've held onto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm livin for the only thing i know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running here and crashing where to go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And down i know i'd like to be in tune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hangning by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hanging by a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging by a moment..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging by a moment...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging by a moment here with you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113031032399480341?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113031032399480341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113031032399480341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113031032399480341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113031032399480341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/hanging-by-moment.html' title='Hanging by a moment'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113039981354194277</id><published>2005-10-06T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:56:53.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade to black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life it seems, will fade away&lt;br /&gt;Drifting further every day&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost within myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters no one else&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the will to live&lt;br /&gt;Simply nothing more to give&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more for me&lt;br /&gt;Need the end to set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things are not what they used to be&lt;br /&gt;Missing one inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Deathly lost, this can’t be real&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stand this hell I feel&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is filling me&lt;br /&gt;To the point of agony&lt;br /&gt;Growing darkness taking dawn&lt;br /&gt;I was me, but now he’s gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t think, think why I should even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday seems as though it never existed&lt;br /&gt;Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113039981354194277?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113039981354194277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113039981354194277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113039981354194277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113039981354194277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/fade-to-black.html' title='Fade to black'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113008517228303619</id><published>2005-10-02T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T04:51:32.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Wish you were here" thats what I am listening and trying to imitate on my guitar. Zillion times worse than what Gilmour is playing but still I am trying hard to come as close to original as possible. The song was written by Roger Waters and Gilmour as a tribute to Syd Barrett, who was lyricist for Pink Floyd in the early days of the band but due to his mental illness and erratic behaviour band dumped him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Wish you were here" such a simple phrase but such a deep meaning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113008517228303619?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113008517228303619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113008517228303619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113008517228303619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113008517228303619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/10/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113008349526992060</id><published>2005-09-30T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:04:55.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I want to be a writer, sometimes a lead singer,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a drummer, sometimes an industrialist,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a hitchhiker, sometimes a technocrat,&lt;br /&gt;These varied thoughts keep bothering me,&lt;br /&gt;I hope when I wake up tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts will be foregone,&lt;br /&gt;And with a new day and rising sun,&lt;br /&gt;A peaceful mind will prevail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113008349526992060?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113008349526992060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113008349526992060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113008349526992060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113008349526992060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113162065836837415</id><published>2005-09-28T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:42:40.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering in the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wandering in the night. Dark sky. moon and its mysterious smile. stars shimmering and hoping for one to drop by. pondering on existence of living beings on other celestial bodies. cool wind soothing my mind. no one else around. talking out loud, blah!. exploring thoughts as they come by. some are absurd. some are complex and some are amusing. walking, talking, and thinking. an hour gone with the wind, come down with a mindful of zing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113162065836837415?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113162065836837415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113162065836837415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113162065836837415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113162065836837415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/09/wandering-in-night.html' title='Wandering in the night'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113008140608123052</id><published>2005-09-27T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T08:30:06.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am thinking while I am writing this blog. I was thinking before I started writing and I know I'll be thinking about the same thing, which I am thinking right now, for atleast next couple of hours or may be days, weeks or a year. Its very tough to get few things out of your mind. They keep on haunting you until you pass over them. Why cant we switch of this brain and rest for a while, without thinking anything, just looking at the stars, listening to music or going for a ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113008140608123052?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113008140608123052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113008140608123052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113008140608123052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113008140608123052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113008046393151395</id><published>2005-09-18T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T05:16:37.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of subconscious mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I woke up today, my mind was so clear. The uncertainity was gone. Everything seemed to be perfect. Thanks to the medicine I took last night :-). Then I went for mock cat. While I was giving test, my mind started losing its grip. I was unable to figure out what rhombus is? was unable to make simple calculation of profit-loss. Had to read question twice before I can start and with this state of my mind RC turned into the toughest battle. While reading passages I couldnt even remember what I read in the last line. And even after arriving to an answer I was taking time to scratch my pencil on the answer sheet. The medicine had finally shown its effect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113008046393151395?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113008046393151395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113008046393151395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113008046393151395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113008046393151395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/09/story-of-subconscious-mind.html' title='Story of subconscious mind'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113007949276276494</id><published>2005-09-14T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T08:03:25.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I remember the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your November downtown,&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the truth,&lt;br /&gt;A warm December with you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to make this mistake,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;If only I would wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, featured in one of the episodes of Scrubs, is an amazing piece of music. I tried downloading it from the net but only got bad quality sound file. Lyrics, guitaring and vocals everything is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With Convo comin up on 16th, its all set for a huge bash on weekend. But dunno what am I goin to do? My unbreakable vow of turning into a teetotaler is giving me hard times. Oh! man this sucks big time. Neways I have other options with me which I have found by exploiting all the ambiguities present in so called "vow" but still I am making myself deprived of one the most pleasurable act of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fuck! my left shoulder is aching like nething. I cant even lift a guitar with it. Thats what happens when one overdo swimming. I wanna learn tennis but this unstoppable rain, which has already ruined the whole week, is keeping me away from doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113007949276276494?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113007949276276494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113007949276276494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113007949276276494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113007949276276494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/09/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113007657792052349</id><published>2005-09-11T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T04:54:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wake up! Wake up!...it must be late by now. C'mon wake up or you will be late for test. WAKE UP!...this was echoing in my mind this morning. Suddenly I woke up and saw time. Oh Shit! I missed mock CAT.&lt;br /&gt;I slept around 4 o'clk in the morn. Thought, it wont be problem getting up at 9. Without asking neone in the wing I set an alarm for 9. It did break silence at 9 but I stopped it and went back to sleep thinking half an hour more will do no harm. Then I woke up after two and half hrs. Shit! I missed it. Thats how my day began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bloody its raining like hell since yesterday. McLaren once again goofed up in the last few laps. Unlucky Montoya. Kimi finished 1st and lucky bastard Alonso again had a podium finish, finishing 2nd. That accident costed McLaren 10 pts otherwise they would have jumped to the top. Dementieva is too HOT!. Now I am closing this down and goin to watch US Open finals. And its still fucking raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people are still crazy about cricket?&lt;br /&gt;Why do Indians suck in all sports?&lt;br /&gt;And why am I thinking all this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113007657792052349?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113007657792052349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113007657792052349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113007657792052349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113007657792052349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/09/wake-up.html' title='Wake up!'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113007254396250559</id><published>2005-09-10T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:19:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn hindi movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just under went excruciation for three hours. Unfortunately watched Salam Namaste.&lt;br /&gt;Some valuable remarks from my side&lt;br /&gt;1)First half was okish and second half was "CRAP", which is also the most spoken word by Saif in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;2)Abhishekh Bachchan was total jerk in his guest appearance.&lt;br /&gt;3)Preity Zinta sometimes looked awesome but at times she also looked like having a swelled face. She has definitely put on some weight.&lt;br /&gt;4)Desi version of "When Rachel gets pregnant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing with "High hopes". One of my favorites. What the hell Gilmour is trying to mean, I have no idea. I have already made various attempts to get the flavor of it but always ended up with a big "?" and its video is even more creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113007254396250559?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113007254396250559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113007254396250559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113007254396250559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113007254396250559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-hindi-movies.html' title='Damn hindi movies'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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-18192624.post-113007079322919003</id><published>2005-09-08T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:16:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here I start, trying to conceal my thoughts in a bunch of words. It was way back when I thought of writing but didnt bother to run my fingers on keyboard. But today, after getting sick of same normal life, I asked for a change and so here I am writing my first blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18192624-113007079322919003?l=mysticbackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/feeds/113007079322919003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18192624&amp;postID=113007079322919003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113007079322919003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18192624/posts/default/113007079322919003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticbackyard.blogspot.com/2005/09/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915497071476548913</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></feed>
