<?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-19649155</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:10:03.310+05:30</updated><category term='greatest List.'/><title type='text'>kichu- kotha -kichu- betha( lots of crap too )</title><subtitle type='html'>self-obsesed ASS...fathead,part time rower, small-time quizzard...full time Glutton...generally lOUd &amp; Obnoxous...very unfriendly...bullshit-proof...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649155.post-1750832157737594661</id><published>2008-02-20T13:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:42:34.434+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greatest List.'/><title type='text'>Some More of 5 Greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The Greatest Movies of All Times- top 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1.The Shinning---nothing comes close to the situational fear psychosis created by Kubrick.&lt;br /&gt;    2.Apocalypse Now- " I like the sweet smell of napalm first thing in the morning"...and America went to fight someone else`s war.Till the bodybags started coming home.&lt;br /&gt;    3.Saptapadi- " Ei Poth jodi naah Shesh hoy tobey kemon hoto tumi bolo toh". for a Whole generation of bengalis, courtship  began and ended the way Uttam kumar did it...&lt;br /&gt;     4.Casablanca. " Play it Sam,play it as TIME GOES BY".Bogart as the Acerbic,Darkly sardonic and grey Rick Blaine delivered a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;    5. Goonda: Mithunda aka Prabhuji delivers the greatest performance ever seen on Indian screens...only the buggers giving the Oscars havent seen it or heard of it ....&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/19649155-1750832157737594661?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/1750832157737594661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=1750832157737594661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1750832157737594661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1750832157737594661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-more-of-5-greatest.html' title='Some More of 5 Greatest'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649155.post-3982721611035775668</id><published>2007-10-17T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:59:07.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aat Chalish ki Last local...and all that</title><content type='html'>my fav local train: 2040 all stops to Trkswar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Classic Master card moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee at CCD for two: 130 bucks&lt;br /&gt;tips for the waiter: 10 Bucks&lt;br /&gt;Four-cd pack of Gulzar : 900 bucks&lt;br /&gt;The look on her face at getting wat she wanted to buy with her first salary: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;priceless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: will do anything, i repeat anything to have her repeat  that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;she is in control,i am comfortable with that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-3982721611035775668?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/3982721611035775668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=3982721611035775668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/3982721611035775668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/3982721611035775668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/10/aat-chalish-ki-last-localand-all-that.html' title='Aat Chalish ki Last local...and all that'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-1871938479350399701</id><published>2007-09-30T21:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:53:47.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Big bad Brother...or is it A Stupid grt Oaf???</title><content type='html'>I feel strange,even scared at times when I hear that members of a Certain branch of Kolkata Police make it part of their routine office work to call up and abuse members of the peace-loving( LOVING is the Key-word) public and generally lecture (! ) them about something I consider a very private matter…viz…their love –life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a creep does that…are those ppl out of minds to waste their time,tax-payers money and energy medling in someone else`s personal matters…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through some ppl I know in the Police Dept , I have had first-hand insight of how abusive,thick and insensitive certain sections of the Force can be! Abusive is an understatement, I haven’t heard such colorful language even in a Kolkata Football League Match…&lt;br /&gt;Any person who hasn’t been exposed to the murkier sides of life would feel unwell very rapidly when subjected to a Smooth menacing voice on the other side of the Fone” Laal Bajar thekey bolchiii” …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wet my pants if someone ever called me like that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for someone who has just taken a boldstep of Not only marrying outside his Religion, but also INTO a one of the most clannish and Conservative societies in the country. He ought to be scared shitless. After such a call, the best thing for him should have been to run,run hard,fast and for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he HAD faith in love,faith in justice,faith in Humnaity.&lt;br /&gt;He just thought he might get away with antagonizing one of the MOST law-bypasing sections of Kolkata…the Marwari businessmen.&lt;br /&gt;With the unholy trio of money-disregard for law- inherent recklesness , a Marwari businessman is the Worst thing that has ever happened to this city.&lt;br /&gt;We Calcuttans just don’t deserve them.Niether did this young couple who had faith in love and its healing capacity. little did this young man realize his Father-in-law wouldn`t think twice before bumping him off…For Mr AT, a widowed Daughter is just another deal gone bad..for the time being that is !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will find a better deal.For ppl like him,there is always some money to be made out of any deal,even if means selling your old folks down the river…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is very very scary and appaling is that the Poor youth was hounded by the very ppl who ought to have provided him security in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;The Anti-Rowdy Section of the Detective Dept of Kolkata Police has the express task of keeping Tab on the more unsavoury sections the society. Instead they call up ppl from the Police HQ telephone and abuse and threaten them of grave physical harm and generally discuss their parentage and professional careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cake is taken by the Comm Of Police, a stupid grt Oaf whose life-time achievement till now had been to be Elevated to the post of the Chief of the local cricket board.&lt;br /&gt;Till now that is! Now he can boldly claim to be the only Cop in the country who comes on Natl tele to proclaim that someone`s private family matter is his area of interest ,and HE n his Dept has the sole authority to interevene in such matters.&lt;br /&gt;PWD go take a hike, dig a drain.generally FUCK OFF!&lt;br /&gt;No Fear,Kolkata Police Is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mutton-headed lump of lard even went to the extent of proclaiming that he will intervene everytime someone falls in love.Mother,I dare you to intervene in mine…I will break ur ass..just dare it…&lt;br /&gt;Well on second thoughts , u probably wont be there to intervene in any thing very shortly.&lt;br /&gt;Mr CP,if u had the real thing in you,you should be trying to get Ranadeb and Macko in to the Indian team instead of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, he wears Lux banyan n Chaddi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit-head, go buy a Tommy Hilfiger,go undieless…but please don’t meddle in things that don’t bother you…&lt;br /&gt;Look wat a fine mess you have got urself n ur juniors into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my close friends, all in India Govt Service , are vouching for the fact that the two senior IPS officers potraye by the media s the Big bullies are in fact rather Laid-back nice folks who probably just got presurised by their boss to act hard.now this same boss,the afore-mentioned Buffon is trying to bluster his way past a whole gamut of mediamen and the society in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time Mr Big Brother,u have miscalculated…u n ur Chaddi-yaar just made a very small mistake. U have underestimated the power of Indian youth.&lt;br /&gt;Candle-light vigils in Park Street, public petitions, mass mailers, there is an air of protest mixed with indignant outrage around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 5 yrs back,things like this went unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;Not now.&lt;br /&gt;Not any more.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened to Nitish Katara …poor soul paid the price for being just friends with Bharati Yadav, daughter of a rather infamous politician…&lt;br /&gt;Result…&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference being this time we calcuttans CARE.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a bit late. But we are raising our voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khelengey hum jaan se&lt;br /&gt;Khelengey hum shaan se&lt;br /&gt;Nafrat se kya jitna&lt;br /&gt;Jitengey hum Pyar mein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-1871938479350399701?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/1871938479350399701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=1871938479350399701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1871938479350399701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1871938479350399701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-bad-brotheror-is-it-stupid-grt-oaf.html' title='Big bad Brother...or is it A Stupid grt Oaf???'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-3393941371982962755</id><published>2007-09-06T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:25:10.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sarkari Steed n us</title><content type='html'>This concerns me a n very good Friend of mine, a rather multi-faceted genuis...&lt;br /&gt;Eats well,drives well, Quizzes well...even plays Squash ( developed a Tennis elbow playing it!) .&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally he is a also an employee of Pratibha Patil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit steed in question being a rather slow rumbling white Indigo without the customary hood ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the two of us travel it, some tragedy befalls us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long chat over endless cups of filtered black coffee and Dal-fry at his office, we moved towards The Taj to pick up some goodies from the Cake-Shop.&lt;br /&gt;Alas the cake shop being closed we were just driving out ,when our reverie was rather rudely disturbed by the honking and impatient flashing of lights of a car behind us.&lt;br /&gt;My friend immidiately asked his driver to slow down and then hell broke loose...or should i say a barrage of the choicest bengali adjectives were being hurled at us thru the open window of the over-taking Honda.&lt;br /&gt;For Exactly 10 seconds,roughly the time it takes to cross the length of an indigo,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the Buggers Jaw dropped,and he was goading his driver to " step on it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 minutes was straight out of a Cheap Hindi filum,the types were good cop is prevented by duty,changing lights and idiotiic pedestrains from tearing thru red light zones.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the Red Light near National Library while the Honda just disappered down Alipur Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather Shiity Monday evening we were driving along the BYpass towards Saltlake when just past the Sonar Kolkata ( Not Sonar Bangla !)  a red Maruti materialsied out of nowhere and hit out car.&lt;br /&gt;AC off.&lt;br /&gt;Red Lights On.&lt;br /&gt;Give chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch Bugger near the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pal n I jump out of the Car,driver runs and blocks the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver was sweating profusely and the passenger looked like he was having a Myocardial Infarction ...&lt;br /&gt;sweat running down the face, face flushed, eyes goggled at Unknown and rather dangerous results ( Thana, third-degree, Police case, Photo in newspapers,coming out of Sessions court with gamcha/hanky/ Old newspaper on the face) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver" Dada maaney Sir please bhul hoye gechey...maaney i never drive in Kolkata...maaney i am from Bardhaamaan" maaney aar hobey naah...sir please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We barely controlled ourselves from bursting out in laughter and walked off...&lt;br /&gt;stopped the car in a secluded stop near the SAI campus and ran out of the car bursting at the seams.it was THE MOST INNOVATIVE excuse  i have ever heard in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-3393941371982962755?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/3393941371982962755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=3393941371982962755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/3393941371982962755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/3393941371982962755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/09/sarkari-steed-n-us.html' title='Sarkari Steed n us'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-1939177475560750927</id><published>2007-08-13T16:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:57:03.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Football:1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Five footballers NEVER&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to have played in the World Cup.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;George      Best&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Eric      Cantona&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ryan      Giggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Jean-Pierre      Papin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;David      Ginola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Strangely enough, three are Manchester United legends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-1939177475560750927?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/1939177475560750927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=1939177475560750927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1939177475560750927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1939177475560750927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/08/football1.html' title='Football:1'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-5589688431702935479</id><published>2007-05-25T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:56:34.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One ups...( thanks Atrida)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The two instances of somebody gaining one-up on wat in kolkata we would generally classify as “Dalals”( not the Mithunda variety though)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An old gentleman,father of one of our mutual friends      was huffing and puffing his way up to the Mall in Darjeeling when out of      the Thin Air( no pun) materialized a puny character in a dirty jacket… wat      followed was utter mayhem…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;Uncle Types( UT)..babago aar paari naah…aar koto tah re baba???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Dirty jacket ( DJ)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;babu...babu...oh babu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;UT: ki holo baba? ( groaning…his way up another bend)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;DJ: babu..kanchi laagbey Kanchi&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;UT: ( too breathless to be outraged) naah baba…ketey poro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Persistent DJ follows &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;DJ: babu ekdom fresh hobey…ekdom baacha…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;UT: ( gasping for breath at a turn)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;“ kanchi toh chai naah….kintu ekta BENCHII jogar &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;korey ditey paarbey ???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DJ vanishes rapidly in to the evening mist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;2.This one concerns a rather grizzled quizzard of Kolkata, one reputed to have pummeled the Security officer and driver of some All India Service officer,for disregarding traffic rules at &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Park Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;This rather hefty and honorable gentleman n his friend, after a rather heavy meal at Mocambo, were walking towards their car parked at Middleton Row, when they were joined in their wake by a shady character peddling(!) even murkier wares.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;O.Q n Pal: Ki chai??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;S.C:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;babu laagbey naaki?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O.Q :&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ki ???? ( brain function dimmed by too much of greasy muck) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;S.C: jai chai..college girl…housewife…jah laagbey hobey…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;O.Q : dhur saala..paala ekhon…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile they have crossed &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Park   Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; and are bang in front of Music &lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;World,ambling towards Peter Cat wer the vehicle is kept.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;S.C : babu..ki laagbey bolun naah…saara raater jonno chai? College-girl…Miss&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Calcutta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;?Tao hoye jaabey…rates ekdom bhalo…bhalo jinis paaben..bolun naah.. Ki&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;laagbey…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Now our mutual friend is at the and of his patience.Wit n sense of humor still intact &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;though!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O.Q: (in his smoothest voice, with hand on the shady characters` shoulder)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Ogulo toh chai naa..kintu tomakey ki pawas jaabey???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;S.C.: cheeeeecheeee( electrified) lojjja korey naah??/&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cheeeeecheeeee…(.backing up rapidly) chee cheee…bhodrolok naah aaro&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;kichu.?….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-5589688431702935479?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/5589688431702935479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=5589688431702935479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/5589688431702935479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/5589688431702935479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-ups-thanks-atrida.html' title='One ups...( thanks Atrida)'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-3684329824499483551</id><published>2007-05-22T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:24:26.251+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bliss is</title><content type='html'>no..am not talking bout the windows default wallpaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wen VPN is not conecting,so I neednt/cant open Outlook express...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.the swooshing sound of my Dreisigacker concept II hatchets on the placid waters of the lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.the crackling of leaves on under my sneakers while huffing n puffing round the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.the snarl of my yamaha in 2 nd gear( pulsar anyone???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.being able to work out a real toughie posed by Jayashreedi/Shouvikda/Abuda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Cello Kabab at PC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aauwwww..VPN is back...&lt;br /&gt;back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-3684329824499483551?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/3684329824499483551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=3684329824499483551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/3684329824499483551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pics of filmstars/hot babes/death metal artists as thier profile pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. never discuss Quizing funda in scrap books....&lt;br /&gt;there are saner ppl around...not everyone understands the RHINO-BULL and ADIDAS fundas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.never visit someone`s profile just because some nerd i know knows him/her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.never join a community cause some female you  have taken a fancy to is a member of it...females become member of SUZLON/BCG/KPMG/ABB communities cause they think mech engg/investment bankers need visual viagra...we are NOT interested in part-time jobs which MIGHT pay us 30000+ per month...we are part of our organisations online community...not some same-sex fetish club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.never try for blind dates..dates are blind...the eye-opener is your credit-card bill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.lastly...never visit your ex-flame`s profile...her name on the list of my profile visitors have given me a bad case of Acidity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-1583149310449896142?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/1583149310449896142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=1583149310449896142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1583149310449896142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1583149310449896142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/04/lessons-from-orkut.html' title='lessons from Orkut...'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-1933024269799437464</id><published>2007-04-21T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:52:15.925+05:30</updated><title type='text'>inside stuff</title><content type='html'>if somebody is looking for the corporate withe shittest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Corporate Social Responsibility&lt;br /&gt;2. Corporate Governance&lt;br /&gt;3.Transparency&lt;br /&gt;4.Retention/attrition rate.&lt;br /&gt;5. Joke of an HR policy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Underpaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look no further.&lt;br /&gt;look at the one i work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land grabbing...yes&lt;br /&gt;bribing on a mass-scale...yes...&lt;br /&gt;bending rules...YES.&lt;br /&gt;going back on promises...han bhai haan...&lt;br /&gt;nepotism...sure&lt;br /&gt;leave it or fuck off policy...roger that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst part is we have the best qualified and most dedicated team led mostly by a pack of Gutkha-chewing managers,who dont realise the simple fact that their strange antics really hurt the overall image of the MNC....&lt;br /&gt;hate to see hot-shot managers squirm and look away when the Boss-Guy starts chewing Gutkha during a meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectable CMD...&lt;br /&gt;please do somethingg...really loved it when u were the hands-on boss...&lt;br /&gt;lead the way../&lt;br /&gt;all the way....&lt;br /&gt;Amen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-1933024269799437464?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/1933024269799437464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=1933024269799437464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1933024269799437464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/1933024269799437464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/04/inside-stuff.html' title='inside stuff'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-441288430035117876</id><published>2007-04-20T13:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:56:58.405+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Water Mgmt...???CII( why???)</title><content type='html'>Some misbegotten morn from CII Kolkata chapter wants me to attend some shit seminar on " water Management in 21st Century" at the park.&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck gave him my office id.???( ITFM_PUNE...grrrrrrrrrrrrr)&lt;br /&gt;Who pays to go to Park?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for some crap organised by CII,&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kolkata&lt;/span&gt; chapter???&lt;br /&gt;Feels creepy to know some clerk at some Lobbying platform has my Email id.&lt;br /&gt;feels even creepier to know he knows " ami ektu jolopothey jai".&lt;br /&gt;He even knows i go to the Park regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the big brother watching?&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;wo?&lt;br /&gt;wat&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Wer???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to unplug the compu,throw away the Credit Cards, and even my employee id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take out the bike.&lt;br /&gt;ride to goa////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lose myself in the crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-441288430035117876?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/441288430035117876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=441288430035117876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/441288430035117876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/441288430035117876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/04/water-mgmtcii-why.html' title='Water Mgmt...???CII( why???)'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-8127639026343844931</id><published>2007-04-18T14:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:40:34.931+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the KID GAL...as tommy would say...</title><content type='html'>i cant be like the silent Rothschild...i really dont want ot call her the day before her marriage and tell her" i cant come to youe wedding,cause you were the one lady i wanted in my life"...&lt;br /&gt;The Rothschild is strong....maybe stoic...i certainly am neither.&lt;br /&gt;So i would rather make ann effort right now and just tell her what my feelings are like.&lt;br /&gt;i have always loved her for the last 8-9 odd years,loved her to destruction..almost.&lt;br /&gt;barely came back from the brink.&lt;br /&gt;Loved.&lt;br /&gt;fell from grace.&lt;br /&gt;survived.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt; i am beyond loosing anything more.&lt;br /&gt;so might as well tell her everything.&lt;br /&gt;how i went green in envy.&lt;br /&gt;how i went insane in jealousy.&lt;br /&gt; a cool head would have helped matters....&lt;br /&gt;but i had no one to confide in...&lt;br /&gt;the gang was clueless...&lt;br /&gt;parents just wanted me to get out of Tech school alive and with a degree...&lt;br /&gt;watever happened on the night of 30 th June 2001 was sheer madness on my part.can never ever forgive myself for shouting at her,for being so mean and sleazy and personal.&lt;br /&gt;i went overload and said things which i can now categorically state is sheer madness...&lt;br /&gt;used to love..had to lose her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried everything to forget her.&lt;br /&gt;eveything i could.&lt;br /&gt;dated a series of pretty girls,smart girls,rich girls...&lt;br /&gt;buti could never forget her.&lt;br /&gt;maybe..&lt;br /&gt;she is unfinished business to me.&lt;br /&gt;i need to close the account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not bring myself to walk into lake club.it hurted like hell.&lt;br /&gt;it really did.&lt;br /&gt;until one day i just dared to do the unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;i walked into Lake Club and took a rowing membership.&lt;br /&gt; i wanted to put back the pieces of my life.&lt;br /&gt;else its completely a love`s labour lost.&lt;br /&gt;i am a grown-up guy..i cant live liike a zombie,not any more....&lt;br /&gt;not one more day...&lt;br /&gt; the whole quiizing gang has given me strength,confidence and a will to take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;i was very afraid,maybe mortally afraid of loosing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;i have LOST her.&lt;br /&gt;so, dats all about it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her every corner of the road,&lt;br /&gt;every nook and cranny of the lake...every course..every day every race.&lt;br /&gt;i just miss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise its all my fault..how much i try to pass on the blame on my mom////&lt;br /&gt;shit happens...&lt;br /&gt;but i should have acted like an adult...not like an imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i freakewd her out..more than once...&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly...&lt;br /&gt;but i know she is better than me...nicer than me...more forgiving,sweeter,much more balanced.&lt;br /&gt;atleast i have one bog friend on my side...her MOM...&lt;br /&gt;kakima is a sweet-heart.&lt;br /&gt;dats a big saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were young and restless...the age was very bad...&lt;br /&gt;we took independant decisions...some right ,some wrong...&lt;br /&gt;mostly wrong as far my decisions are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;silly me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i need to talk to her calmly,sweetly,decently and reasonably.&lt;br /&gt;she will see reason.&lt;br /&gt;reson is the key.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE  is a bigger reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a reason when love bites.&lt;br /&gt;love hurts.&lt;br /&gt; i want her back.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-8127639026343844931?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/8127639026343844931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=8127639026343844931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/8127639026343844931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/8127639026343844931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/04/kid-galas-tommy-would-say.html' title='the KID GAL...as tommy would say...'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-117637488763857249</id><published>2007-04-12T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:18:07.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kolkata Quizzing…the citizens…and the also rans…part 1</title><content type='html'>( this is a rather humble effort of mine to just jot down a few words about some the rather interesting people I have managed to meet in course of my rather uneventful and thoroughly mediocre quizzing endeavors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouvik Guha aka Holy Smoke, The Great Man.- Civil servant by profession, Quizzard by passion Shouvik Guha`s passion for knowledge,understanding and his absolutely no-airs attitude is what makes him the very best around.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too trivial,no knowledge is too esoteric for him.hmmm maybe he cant recognize between Fergie of Black Eyed Peas and Amy Lee of Evenescence …but well that’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;If its to be known and assimilated and shared,SG is the man.&lt;br /&gt;Foor him,the funda is simple.&lt;br /&gt;ITS ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS AND I NEED TO KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Mind it,he wont ever remember things that don’t interest him.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately everything boils down to his basic love for the wide big world of knowledge sharing.He has won everything that can be won in this country and can rightfully claim( which he would never) to be the very best quizzard around.&lt;br /&gt;The very first tijme I met him I in small dusty room in gariahat market, I was just taken aback by his sheer interest to learn. Guess that’s what keeps him going.plus maybe the fact that he absolutely yearns to see Quizzing as a hobby and a sport grow in this part of India once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the oldst hands in Indian Quizzing,SG`s greatest strength is his open mnd and his ability to learn and come back next time,next quiz.&lt;br /&gt;First quiz we attended was St Paul`s North Point Inter-School Alumni Quiz at the Oberoi where funnily enough I managed to beat him.The real fun started after the Quiz ended.SG,me,Sumantra and some kids just stood around with our tipples and did a whole round on Tintin and Asterix…Feluda too for good measure…we went home reeling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the whole relationship took a different turn when one forgetaable quiz later,he curtly told me and Sumantra to drop in at DI. Holy Cow! SG has invited us kids to DI,the Mecca of Indian Quizzing.Therein started what I can proudly say one the best Teacher-Student relationships in my life…one I never want to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At DI,we were party to his rather long cherished dream of Setting up a Quizzing Foundation in Calcutta, a dream he and some other old hands like AB, KB and JaP have discussed for hours over endless glasses of Scotland`s finest and DI`s oiliest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though his dream of never been crowned Mastermind India will foreverstay with him,surfacing only with close few over a glass of his favourite,I can proudly say I have sat in quizzies with theVERY Best Quizzard tthis country has ever produced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-117637488763857249?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/117637488763857249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=117637488763857249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/117637488763857249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/117637488763857249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2007/04/kolkata-quizzingthe-citizensand-also.html' title='Kolkata Quizzing…the citizens…and the also rans…part 1'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-115484276508504301</id><published>2006-08-06T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:09:25.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Take that!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening in the FM radio some RJ managed to get on air Rakhi Sawant...&lt;br /&gt;the paragon of virtue she is, this marathi female has managed to titilate our rather pure unblemished mind in engg college hostel in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;last evening she was rather livid with a director-producer who is threatning(!) to release a film called "OUTSOURCED" in which our dearest rakhi has done some scenes she considers bold...&lt;br /&gt;now our proma donna was unaware of the fact that the director-producer may try to encash on his leading lady`s liplocking endeavours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i personally cant wait to  watch Rakhi Sawant`s first role a leading(!) lady...&lt;br /&gt;brave director-producer bring it on...&lt;br /&gt;once and for all end this starlet with more silicon than a P5 machine`s  acting ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;We demand its releaase under Right to Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-115484276508504301?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/115484276508504301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=115484276508504301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/115484276508504301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/115484276508504301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-that.html' title='Take that!'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-114923848146785855</id><published>2006-06-02T14:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:24:41.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a series of mail: marriage anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Behind this posting lies aseries of mails i exchanged with my best friend Aryabrata, a gem of a person,somebody who manages to hide a very sharp and balanced mind behind a facade of practised and easygoing ignorance to most( not all) worldly matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whenever i am down,out and looking for some real solid advice,arya is the guy i call up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;His clear thinking and simple dedicated line of thought is a welcome break from all the complications of most people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Read on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;.But it escapes me why the bright young men of our country,most of whom are capable of 3000-odd lines of complex Java programming or can manufacture a valve/car/turbine as per SIX-SIGMA specifications, are considered NOT GOOD ENOUGH and absolutely incapable of marrying the woman they love???&lt;br /&gt;Is it because these bright young men(BYM) are too self-centred or too nice to open their mouth and rightfully declare their love when the crunch comes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it because...inspite of our big talks of liberalisaton and open society, we are still stuck in 18 th century traditional values as far as the position of women in our society is concerned????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do fathers still consider their daughters as part of the furniture and a burden...something(!) to be disposed off at the earliest opprtunity???&lt;br /&gt;YES...they do.Because we, the BYM of India are not doing anything to prove them otherwise.We are not coming forward and professing our love for these AMAZING YOUNG LADIES,so these fathers have no idea about how much their daughters mean to us...how precious and wonderful they are!so for lack(????) of better alternatives, they marry of their daughters with some loser who has spent all his adolescent and adult life calling up the girls` hostel and asking random females"will you make a meet with me???"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Ki aar bolbo...jaago purush jaago.&lt;br /&gt;COME RISE IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;dont fall in it.&lt;br /&gt;byomkali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Tue, 30 May 2006 aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com wrote :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear satyaki,&lt;br /&gt;May be u are right . But this is a ageless tradition which till this date has kept its standing and has led to many happy&gt;lives . may be it is right that 2 or 3 yrs is not the right time to know a person specially cause&gt;u cannot be as close to a person as u can be after marriage . That why many a love marriage 's break up . Take the case&gt;of shreya only . It was a fairy tale union for her but at this phase of life she is reeling under a sense of rejection and unfound love .&gt;That s life . Its not that i am telling that  arranged marriages can bring u lot of happiness or that they are eternal .&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But they too carry a different ideology when it stamps a union of two hence unknown persons in body and spirit .&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I too believe that love marriages are far better than  the arranged ones since here the positives and negatives&lt;br /&gt;&gt;are both in ur hands and the  future is only urs . good or bad . Still this is the experience of only a lucky few.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And I I don't think  we are quite lucky in this front .&lt;br /&gt; Hence start to luv arranged marriages . .....&gt;&gt;this is the morale of my reply !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!&gt;&gt;&gt;Love&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Arya&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Message-----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: satyaki bhattacharya [mailto:satanbug21@rediffmail.com]&gt;Sent: Monday, May 29, 2006&lt;/strong&gt; 11:06 PM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: RE:&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriages depress me because chances are they are mostly an union of a male and a female who dont know each other.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are dragged into it by their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the girl is giong along because she is lead to believe that the person her parents have chosen for her is BETTER than the person she loves.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy goes along cause he knows the girls dad is giving him a substancial dowry.&gt;plus he has already lost the girl he liked.&lt;br /&gt;Until and unless its love marriage( they rarely are)&gt;its something very depressing for me.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its a big compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Sat, 27 May 2006 aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com wrote &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;why do marraiges depress u&lt;br /&gt;especially others ! nijer biya mana galai ghanti can be quite depressing but others can be fun ....&gt; jai hok phone kaj korcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Message-----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;From: satyaki bhattacharya [mailto:satanbug21@rediffmail.com]&gt; &gt;Sent: Friday, May&lt;/strong&gt; 26, 2006 8:25 PM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com&gt; &gt;Subject&lt;/strong&gt;: Re:&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt; guru&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ami bhalo aachi&lt;br /&gt;ekhane shob thikthak cholche.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;may go to kolkata on july 20 th for mashir cheler biye.&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate marriages ,so may not even go.&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;marriages depress me.&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;very much.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;take care&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;sattu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-114923848146785855?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/114923848146785855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=114923848146785855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/114923848146785855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/114923848146785855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2006/06/series-of-mail-marriage-anyone.html' title='a series of mail: marriage anyone?'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-114775498083448749</id><published>2006-05-16T10:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:19:40.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another in the series of "the girl"</title><content type='html'>{&lt;em&gt;All this snippets are going a long way to prove the fact that I am getting paranoid about the freedom thing...maybe i should have casual fling just to feel relaxed and in the groove}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a rather long sms from "the girl" i recieved on friday night aroung 1.00 p.m..she wanted me to accompany her to the Bangalore municipal transport corp (bmtc) office as she wanted to lodge a complaint against a bus conductor who had misbehaved with her.she told me that she had even lodged a police complaint at the Indiranagar police station.&lt;br /&gt;so saturday morning started kind of early for me( usually i never wake up before 11.30) .i&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;called up my boss who is rather big in bangalore and explained the whole story to him.&lt;br /&gt;next stop was her house.&lt;br /&gt;she was rather happy and mock outraged to see me so early in the morning(9.30)&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go for what you would call "retail therapy",meaning buying lots of expensive stuff which neither of us dont need very much.&lt;br /&gt;first stop was a place where we had a veggie lunch...gobi paratha and such things.halfway through she realised that i dont exactly like leaves and grass for lunch.whatever.&lt;br /&gt;then to the titan shop for repairing her watch,a rather expensive one.&lt;br /&gt;next stop was commercial street. she wanted to buy a formal shoe for office use.so after parking  my bike with much diificulty ,we went to three shoe stores and finally she chose the shoe that i had originally liked.&lt;br /&gt;so much for an independant streak.&lt;br /&gt;next stop was a duppata store where she wanted to get a duppata for her blue and white &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://salwar.in/" target="_blank"&gt;salwar in&lt;/a&gt; between i bargained and got her some hair clips for 30% the price the seller quoted-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted her to buy a good pair of jeans,preferably pepe.&lt;br /&gt;she was like "nooooo i dont want to buy it now and all that".&lt;br /&gt;well after a five minute spell of hard reasoning from me ,she also warmed up to the idea and up up and away to brigade road.&lt;br /&gt;our first stop was a juice shop as both of us were kind of thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;apple juice for her and fresh lime soda for me and then we barged into the Levis store .and then the fun started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either she doesnot like the style or the colour or in some cases the things were ultra-low rise or whatever.(must be made for girls who are either anorexic else for covering lamp-posts.&lt;br /&gt;after going through twenty pairs , and ofcourse with a fone to the designer of levis(my close friend),we decided to go to the lee/wrangler store down the road.&lt;br /&gt;here the collection was better or rather bit less funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the girl being a bit finicky about her clothes...she should be ,after all she does not work in a call centre but designs circuits for computer graphics cards(ASIC)...she finally settled on a pair of 'mid-rise,regular fit ,boot cut with lycra finish...something she never wanted to buy in the first place,but i have my ways of persuation.&lt;br /&gt;after that it was arather hasty ride back home as i had a theatre rehearsal to attend.&lt;br /&gt;so ended saturday.&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER.&lt;br /&gt; I MEAN I LOVE MY INDEPENDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;well on monday,thats yesterday i went and met Mr. Mahapatra ,who is the addl .director general of karnataka police and explained her predicament to him.he immidiately called his junior officer a DSP(Deputy Superintendant of Police), and that person did whatever was needful.&lt;br /&gt;after that i picked her up from in front of office and we went to the duppata shop ,got her duppata, came back to brigade road and sat at the KFc cause both of us were very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;huge amounts of burger and soft drinks consumed ,we came back to her flat from where i capnapped for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;In  between she also tanked up my bike and pampered with me ice-creams and what not.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was again a veggie affair at some overpriced joint near her place.There were some girls from a call centre sitting in the next table who were looking at her t-shirt and wondering how one gets into IIT- Delhi.hehehehehe .&lt;br /&gt;well that kind of ended the day.&lt;br /&gt; and my dear ,if you are convinced that we are in love,then please change your opinion.she thinks that somebody like me should never be in love,never marrry,never do anything in life that will curb my independence and creativity.&lt;br /&gt; i am a free bird and thats how i should be. and after two continuous days with her , i realise that its rather difficult for me to actually get tied down anyplace emotionally.thats why i guess i have moved out of all my relationships gracefully and very quickly.&lt;br /&gt; i really hope that she settles down with somebody as brainy and decent as her,not get saddled with a wild-child like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-114775498083448749?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/114775498083448749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=114775498083448749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/114775498083448749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/114775498083448749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-in-series-of-girl.html' title='Another in the series of &quot;the girl&quot;'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-114775435853526534</id><published>2006-05-16T10:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:09:18.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Piece of My mind for " the girl"</title><content type='html'>{ &lt;em&gt;It all started with a rather simple telephone call,which led to a series of telephone calls,some funny,some rather distressing, and a couple of them absolutely acrimonious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; As Reshma says"women are completely circumstancial".So does Freud. hope both of them are correct in their judgement.just hope}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here are the facts and not the fictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chandan Sikdar-----head of Six Sigma at John F. Welch Tech. Centre,Blore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chandan da and Runa di(his wife) LOVE me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Chandan da is a mech Engg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am the ONLY mech engg he has met in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I know all about JIT,Re- Engineering &amp; Benchmarking ,Non-destructive testing and such alike Advanced manufacturing processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chandan da is rather surprised by point 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He knows Prof. Ghosh of Ohio State University,Columbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My didi and jamai-babu stay in Columbus, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.My parents are rather warm to the idea of my going to OSU. ( refer point 8.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I dont think i will get a job with degree from a rubbish University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11a.My parents are not dying of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11b. I am not emotionally,physically or legally ATTACHED to any female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Above points( 11a &amp; 11b) make me kind of free to persue my own interests, as long as they are not illegal, immoral or nihilistic in nature, form,intention or end-result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love Rock n Roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I will be able to redeem a bit of my self-belief after a series of rather stupid and energy-sapping misdemeanours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. At least with a Summa Cum Laude Ph.D people would think maybe once  before calling me OPOGONDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DEBANJALI and I parted as GOOD FRIENDS way long back.Exactly 67 poeple knew that till now.You are number 68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.I will be able to buy and ride a better,faster,Street-illegal Yamaha racing bike in US of A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.I am not drunk,doped,angry,frustrated,hungry,lonely,jobless,vindictive,sleepy or in jail while writing this mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My friend from IISc is offering me a post in MS Scientia or watever in the Quantum Cryptology wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Above point entirely due the fact that i have won first prize in paper presentation at various universities in this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I had polao-murgir mangsho last night and gorom-bhat kochi pantha for lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ABOVE POINTS SHOULD COVER ALL YOUR QUERIES.&lt;br /&gt;FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION(S) REGARDING PARTICULAR POINT(S), PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MAIL ME BACK.( gmail,msn,yahoo,indiatimes,hotmail all are free services...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-114775435853526534?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/114775435853526534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=114775435853526534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/114775435853526534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/114775435853526534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2006/05/piece-of-my-mind-for-girl.html' title='Piece of My mind for &quot; the girl&quot;'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-114503722571465329</id><published>2006-04-14T22:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:23:45.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A lunch date wasted</title><content type='html'>she just started the whole conversation by asking&lt;br /&gt;'are u angry?"&lt;br /&gt;"why should i be angry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why did you go out of orkut?"&lt;br /&gt;"well didnot want anymore idle chitchat with strangers.in any case i have got the e-mail ids of all the people i require"&lt;br /&gt;"oh"(she is thinking furiously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wat are you doing???"&lt;br /&gt;"NOTHING".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wat r u doin for lunch tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;pregnant silence...&lt;br /&gt;"nothing.got no plans as of now."&lt;br /&gt;(short pause on her side)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"come over to my place".&lt;br /&gt;(lump forming at the throat,eyes watering at the prospect of free food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i will cook some veg food.&lt;br /&gt;  or maybe we can order some takeaway"(earnestness dripping over the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO".&lt;br /&gt;"why  not?&lt;br /&gt;  after all i am not asking you to cook,all you need to do is eat"(trying to evoke laughter.usually she succeeds.but not this time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO"( i have got a mind of my own)&lt;br /&gt; "ok bye".(me putsdown the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;log into gmail.&lt;br /&gt;block her mails.&lt;br /&gt;block all chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she keeps on asking me so many questions,does she really need an answer?&lt;br /&gt;guess not.&lt;br /&gt;she needs somebody to control,thats all.&lt;br /&gt;why can`t she just let go...i mean life is a bit relaxed and easier that way .&lt;br /&gt;atleast for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;her parents are scared of me,of her hob-nobbing with me.&lt;br /&gt;so why not do them a favor...&lt;strong&gt;just keep away from me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auwidersehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the conversation: it took me all my goodwill and contact in bangalore to get two guest passes for "Sumoner Gaan" plus "Miles" cause she wanted to go.On the evening of the shoow she groggily picked up the phone and said"very sleepy,cant come,rather dont feel like coming"&lt;br /&gt;ok ...&lt;br /&gt;very well...&lt;br /&gt;watever...why am i even writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can have good laugh later.&lt;br /&gt;thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-114503722571465329?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/114503722571465329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=114503722571465329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/114503722571465329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/114503722571465329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2006/04/lunch-date-wasted.html' title='A lunch date wasted'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-114494475453226612</id><published>2006-04-13T21:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:42:34.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Living My Dreams</title><content type='html'>Well right now wat i am doing is something i have always wanted to do....to be gloriously jobless...so i can read a book till five in the morning,wake up at twelve thirty...drink some coffee(if Ashok is around),log onto &lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com"&gt;www.manutd.com&lt;/a&gt; to check out the top stories regarding my fav club,then maybe chat a bit with the gang ...and then ,well do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Parents are kind of worried about me,but i guess dats kind of normal.&lt;br /&gt;they Are always worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i dont see a single reason for their worry.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sleeping around with some 'noshto choritro "mamoni(dont have the capability t0 even properly chat with one)&lt;br /&gt;i rarely drink,never smoke,not exactly on friendly terms with any anti-national elements,sooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;parents just give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be an MBA ,i dont want to go out and prove to the world that i am a fool...i know my limitations.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow these days, i am meeting a lot of people who seem to be absolutely FAKE...they talk about things which are so skewed and short-term,that i feel asphxiated...i feel somebody is trying to strangulate me with a huge fabric of half-spun lies,fabrications,and mis-placed Intellectualism...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i am a FUCKING MISFIT.&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess its more of the latter.&lt;br /&gt; i am finding to live like this.&lt;br /&gt;Its high time i took some concrete steps to put my life in order.&lt;br /&gt;For a person who has a rather strong mind and a dream to fulfill, this kind of a life is rather difficult.&lt;br /&gt; i find it difficult to join any of the outsourced jobs(BPO.KPO,Software,Services) sector.&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to be something like a deep-sea diver or maybe a crewmember of Americas Cup Team...and here i am dying of inaction-)&lt;br /&gt;well kind of confused about how to convince mom about the fact that i really dont want to SETTLE DOWN like any normal bengali boy,i want to make mark for myself so&lt;br /&gt;"let me go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time i spoke to Kanchan about contacting ANOOP for info regarding the MS course he did from UK&lt;br /&gt;HIgh Time ...&lt;br /&gt;else...&lt;br /&gt;well else...&lt;br /&gt; i will grow roots...&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;i will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-19649155.post-113704249614334619</id><published>2006-01-12T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:38:16.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>back to the lakes.</title><content type='html'>just rejoined the only thing i was pretty good at...ROWING.&lt;br /&gt;went to the Trishna Club at Ulsoor lake and joined the army outfit for my daily  sweating out.&lt;br /&gt;seems the rowing fraternity ,at least the seriuos ones are very less in number ,n everybody seems to know the other guys at calcutta or pune.&lt;br /&gt;so it was pretty easy for me to get in just by saying i was under Ashok Mehta n loganathan, legends in their own rights.&lt;br /&gt;haRD PRACTISE FROM TOMORROW MORNING.SIX THIRTY SHARP.&lt;br /&gt;NIRVANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649155.post-113638487565197837</id><published>2006-01-04T19:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:57:55.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wat a night!!</title><content type='html'>Wat a night old boy.&lt;br /&gt;left me smelly,as drunk as an Irish,bleary-eyed from lack of sleep,left knee bruised from sweeping the wooden floor of R&amp;S new dupleix n has also LEFT A STRANGE EROTIC SMELL IN my arrow gaberdine jacket.&lt;br /&gt;all foer a eXTREMELY PRETTY STRANGER who left St.Stephens maths major to be a legal eagle-).&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe Keine Probleme mit das ,aber ich denke  ich  beliebe diesen Ssuper Sussen madchen.&lt;br /&gt;sie ist zu viel interresente,hast eine susse spreche und ist alles alein im diesen stadt.&lt;br /&gt;Sie spreche sie kann neben gesehen mit mich.sie ubel uber mich und haben keine idee aber das.&lt;br /&gt;Wunderbar.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin im Liebe.&lt;br /&gt;WARUM ?&lt;br /&gt;WARUM?&lt;br /&gt;WARUM/&lt;br /&gt;hast du keine idee ?&lt;br /&gt;auwiedersehen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-113638487565197837?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/113638487565197837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=113638487565197837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/113638487565197837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/113638487565197837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2006/01/wat-night_04.html' title='wat a night!!'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-113419203532960540</id><published>2005-12-10T10:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:50:35.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two Small Pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Orange and White.White n Orange.Thats All She Left me with........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My Shrink Tells me these two are nessesary (for wat? ).Mom sees to it that i take them twice daily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am so lonely,numb,oblivious to pain,barbs,jobs,etal.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from an acute case of wat i call MELANCHOLIA .&lt;br /&gt;I just DONT FEEL anything...nicht aber Jetz.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Roy tells me the pills are to keep you in a smilling mood"mukh Hashi-hashi thakbe"......&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/19649155-113419203532960540?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/113419203532960540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=113419203532960540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/113419203532960540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/113419203532960540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-small-pills.html' title='Two Small Pills'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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-19649155.post-113411493558279568</id><published>2005-12-09T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:41:03.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Darkest Day Of My Life...1...watever i can manage to remeber..or maybe wish to...</title><content type='html'>If somebody actually asked which was the darkest day of my life.....well i would not hesistate before saying the night of May 12/13 2002. the college day function were just over so we were back to our daily routine;Grass, Vodka, Floyd ( Wall vid to be precise).Some of the guys were tryin to master the new circuits of NFS and me being the Supplier n Financer for most of the Contraband items the seniors needed ,was actually sitting in School n College Senior Joyproteeps Single room planning our new list of goodies and porn cds.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the door burst open n in came Joy(ind prod), and one look at his face told me something was gravely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"Himangshu n Rane have met with an accident in Karwar Road!" panted Joy.&lt;br /&gt;'Wats new? they do it every sem.....Madarchodo ka habit baan giya hai Gaddi thokna"pat came the reply frm one of the guys(Vikash Kumar Frm Patna)&lt;br /&gt;"Himangshu`s parents have been informed"persisted Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Confused Looks.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe they are in Coma??"i blurted.( Son of two docs i could sense something was wrong)&lt;br /&gt;"U gone Crazy?????"joy said.Others just looked away.But the Fear of the dark was hanging in the air.These two are our friends,our family away frm home,god please keep them safe.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we just sat around discussing the unknown,analysing all possible angles to the accident and how we could have stopped it.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking towards the loo wen i saw JP da standing there looking at the sky n shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;"Ki Holo JP da?"&lt;br /&gt;"Before Himangshu left he came to my room at 2.30 in the night asking for money n i gave him 500 bucks for the petrol.If only......."&lt;br /&gt;Now the time was likr nearly 12.30 so all the frightened,tired,resigned-to-fate group of boys trooped back to their roomshoping the new day will bring better news.Maybe.Just Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I walked into room 305 which i shared with Sammyda, the Genious Frm Arch dept n the moment we closed the door his remark summed up the feeling&lt;br /&gt;" U know something is wrong, dont u?.We all Know but u are the only one who can Face it right now!"&lt;br /&gt;That night was a torment with me sruggling with the sheets and blanket till around 4.00 wen i could not take it any longer.My monumental heartbreak in the june 0f 2001 left me with a shrink,some anti-depressants,tons of sweet memories and an unique ability to sense danger n fear.It was this Fear-detecting radar that woke me up.I shuffled to the door,opened it,peered around the corner, and the world just went blank for 5 secs.&lt;br /&gt;Jat(Pradeep Poonia frm Meerut, H`s roomie) was standing near the stairs like a statue.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;That Was It.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around,went over to Sammy`s bed n woke him .&lt;br /&gt;"But Sangram is the Michael(Schaumacher) of bikes in the college.Im mean nothing can happen to him.He`s the Best.Bloody Best(choking)!"Sammy persisted.He loved his friends.&lt;br /&gt;"Come outside,Check it out."&lt;br /&gt;"JUst them JP n Joy came to the room,Joy`s face was distorted and JPwas dazed .Thunderstuck.&lt;br /&gt;Sammy Just called up our Third roomie Varun Sangal(DPS RKP.NOIDA) n he came over in about an hour frm his aunts place.&lt;br /&gt;The next two hours passed in a daze with most of the final yearites getting ready,calling the Princi, the HOD,booking vehicles to go to Karwar (171 kms) away.&lt;br /&gt;All the while saner guys would go about the rooms collecting all the bike keys so nobody actually took off for Karwar in their Bikes.Somebody(Sammy i think) called up Shantanu who was Sangrams Bike partner n just told or rather ordered him to come to the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;About thirty mins later a very drunk n bleary eyed santanu zooms into the biking lot.keys are taken from him immidiately and then he is told.&lt;br /&gt;Stupor.Silence.Fear.Disbelief.his world just went a wee bit grey .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-113411493558279568?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-19649155.post-113411044323660463</id><published>2005-12-09T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:42:55.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorrounded by Docs!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well now that bro Shaggy has recieved his Ph.D i just counted there are&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; 6 docs in the family....mom.dad.sis.shaggy.saikat.preema.that means i can sort of get cures almost diseases concerning me and my Computer...&lt;br /&gt;Way to go....&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/19649155-113411044323660463?l=puropuri-bawali.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19649155.post-113405602888701168</id><published>2005-12-08T20:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:03:48.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NorthWard Ho (said the erudite Young K)</title><content type='html'>Wat a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Had an Appo with an eminent blogger at eight thirty which actually took off at twelve thirty!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Destination.....the much -heard but never visited northern parts of our town.&lt;br /&gt;Places like Marble Palace, jorasanko thakurbari,and allother hallowed places dripping in bong tradition n history.&lt;br /&gt;Had to ride for bout 80 odd kms cause the nerd behind me is not to be trusted with  a Tricycle outside his courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;food was at College Street Coffee House cause street food is not to be trusted.esp ones frm Chinese eatery in Tirreta Bazar!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We actually had to cross the Second Hoogly Bridge as there was still one bong (now exported to Bangaluru ofcourse) who had yet not travelled over that edifice.&lt;br /&gt;the Aforementioned eminent Quizard mistook the marble Palace ground for a muslim Graveyard,nearly bought himself a made-in- Hydereabad PC and carried on  multifaroius other Shenanigans before finally deciding he wanted to see the Cossimbazar RajBari( 35 km away...out of question) n retreated into a Sify parlour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19649155-113405602888701168?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/113405602888701168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=113405602888701168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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grande;"&gt;Has anybody ever given a thought bout the roads or rather the lack of them in my Hometown(yes i will call it a town as long as coditions atre like these).&lt;br /&gt;I mean riding a bike on them is more of an "avoid me if u can" with potholes,tramlines,stray dogs,schoolkids.&lt;br /&gt;Well provided u are moving and not stuck up in a traffic jam with one solitary Comrade shouting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maanchi naa, maanbo naa,Jawab Chai Jawab Dao,Kalo Hath Bhenge Dao, Gudiye Dao&lt;/span&gt; etc and a motley crew of country bumpkinscarrying festoons looking at the cars, buildings,babes,shopping malls,VM,Metro rail etall.&lt;br /&gt;    I mean guys its time i as a road tax paying citizen, i get my share of relatively clean,level stretches of tarmac wer i can drive or ride safely without taking a tumble( me being a very safe n good rider,aforementioned tumble is more feared than exped). Its not just me silly its there are thousands of others who are using their own mode of transport(read 2-ws ) and getting mowed down by speeding buses, Police Vans,illegal Autos(courtesy Subhasda n his Cricket Hat) is not exactly wat they hope for every time they get out of their houses.&lt;br /&gt;I will just give u Rundown of the Few roads I use quite frequently&lt;br /&gt;    1.EM Byepass--stretch from Kasba Island To Parama Island near Science City----the road has three levels( Autobahn? Autostrada, Route 66 Style ???? SHIT.)Just that these are Remnants of three different level of patchworking done in the last three months all of them being inneffectual for the motoring public ( not for the bank balance of the contractors ).The whole stretch becomes absolutely unsafe n dangerous at night wen Qualises and Sumos hired by Call- Centres try a Kartikeyan at every chance . If u are riding a bike, either u can ride along the side of the road at 30 kmph or just stand ur ground , refuse to yield and do an insane 85-90 kmph.Choice is urs. either way its its just UNSAFE AT AAANY SPEEDS...&lt;br /&gt;    2.Raja SC Mullick Road---stretch from Jadavpur thana to 8B Bus Stop.---Wat or who designed executed dat stretch of road ???&lt;br /&gt;its got more undulations n craters than Baja 500 i guess ...the stretch is wavy, bouncy,unsafe . all vehicular traffic should be banned till its levelled, properly banked and speedbreakers laid down.&lt;br /&gt;    3. Chitpur Road&lt;br /&gt;    4.College Street&lt;br /&gt; guess i need to sit down n load some pics to give u better idea.&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/19649155-113393603840770541?l=puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/feeds/113393603840770541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19649155&amp;postID=113393603840770541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/113393603840770541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19649155/posts/default/113393603840770541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puropuri-bawali.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-found-dsotm.html' title='I have found DSOTM'/><author><name>satanbug21</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03605435981659264402</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></feed>
