<?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-6886091758589965172</id><updated>2012-01-29T17:58:29.590+04:00</updated><category term='affairs and love'/><category term='tech'/><category term='travel'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='poem'/><category term='news'/><category term='books'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='Omantel'/><category term='local'/><category term='Time pass'/><category term='new soul. Yeal Naim'/><category term='videos'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='music'/><category term='actress n actors'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Judi dench'/><category term='India'/><category term='sleepless'/><category term='safety'/><category term='vactions'/><title type='text'>Muscat's Insomniac</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of a guy who lived in Muscat for 10 years...and feeling outta place in India...his homeland</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2589740786017434799</id><published>2011-05-24T07:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:15:29.333+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>In Home</title><content type='html'>So it has been a week I returned to India. Everything seems fine, except the house which even after a week's cleaning still looks dirty to me. I can stand that because I am having other important things on my mind as of now. &lt;br /&gt;I have fallen behind a lot of things in the college and I am now not at all enthusiastic of filling in. It is like I am drained and I am draining even more.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my sister is pregnant again, which means she will be visiting every week or so for her check-ups at our doc. This is getting rather tiresome as I have to fix her the appointment and be with her all the time! But I have to, there is no choice.&lt;br /&gt;My exams are not yet over (as I missed them in March) so I have to drag myself through those books whilst all my friends are enjoying their summer.&lt;br /&gt;With all these things in my mind, I am all filled with an odd feeling that you get when you feel remorse and jealous..but I really don't know why I am suffering these feelings. I am waiting for the exams to get over so that I can jump-start things. Until then I think I will have to suffer these stupid feelings. Though I have no clue how exams and my mixed feelings are related. &lt;br /&gt;My love life is heading nowhere..I am really scared where I will become an involuntary celibate. I know that there is a lot of confusion in this area of my life, but that doesn't buy me reasons to be so uninterested. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my love for food has increased tremendously in last few weeks. I am eating  anything that is edible and inedible. I am putting on weight but that's not an issue as I know how to get off as well. The issue is I am cooking most of the day...But whatever, &lt;br /&gt;I am happy...I am home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2589740786017434799?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2589740786017434799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2589740786017434799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2589740786017434799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2589740786017434799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-home.html' title='In Home'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1900488332003253629</id><published>2011-04-18T02:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:25.550+04:00</updated><title type='text'>of lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vaIkmtWNy8/Tato6hhqC6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/YespeJWmqco/s1600/_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vaIkmtWNy8/Tato6hhqC6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/YespeJWmqco/s400/_1280.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I am feeling about life............. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1890377559"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1890377560"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1900488332003253629?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1900488332003253629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1900488332003253629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1900488332003253629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1900488332003253629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-lately.html' title='of lately'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vaIkmtWNy8/Tato6hhqC6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/YespeJWmqco/s72-c/_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7807818205345855467</id><published>2011-04-16T15:41:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:41:55.973+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxWI4GkK_vQ?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxWI4GkK_vQ?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7807818205345855467?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7807818205345855467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7807818205345855467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7807818205345855467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7807818205345855467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2011/04/check-it-out.html' title='Check it Out!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-902492860658869919</id><published>2011-04-11T02:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:16:33.835+04:00</updated><title type='text'>When things couldn't get worse, they do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was almost 6 months that I had slept a full night sleep...and thankfully thats not due to my insomnia...a hell lot of things that kept me awake...starting from my dad's heart failure incidents to family problems at sis...my own studies..mom's mood-swings...and when I finally decided to come to Oman to re-settle things and take off some days, perk up a bit. Everything went well, until I came and had nice long two days blaming the tight schedule for my more-than-usual weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the third day, I was in Badr-Al-Sama diagnosed with Hepatitis and dehydrated to bone. A week in there and the doc could not do anything reduce my jaundice so I was shifted to Al Khoud branch...another week and a lot of restrictions on diet and IV therapy. I was isolated, the nurses and I don't seem to carry well..no visits..it almost felt like an asylum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally after 2 weeks of spanking, they thought I had enough and let me go home yesterday. And all two weeks are going to cost a long series of delays in my life...I just hope thing will on smoother from now on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-902492860658869919?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/902492860658869919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=902492860658869919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/902492860658869919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/902492860658869919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-things-couldnt-get-worse-they-do.html' title='When things couldn&apos;t get worse, they do!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1894997458028959269</id><published>2011-03-29T08:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:25:17.000+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What lil fuckstick I was...</title><content type='html'>I really don't know from where to start but I feel the whole life is toppled over....and frankly I always feel the same....but for some reason it is now stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am in Muscat almost like an undercover cop telling no one that I am here may be coz I myself do not know what I am doing here especially when I have finals from this month end...Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...it took me two days to recover from all that shit traveling....I really wanted to fuck that pilot coz he kept changing altitudes as if it was some toy aeroplane without ever telling to keep the seat belts....Aah! Fuck him to hell! After 3 hrs of that crap...I thought some anatomical changes happened in me...coz my head was in my chest and my heart in my balls...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So,&amp;nbsp; I finally landed in this sun &lt;strike&gt;kissed&lt;/strike&gt; smooched country with a bunch of books, clothes...and sick bags...just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1894997458028959269?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1894997458028959269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1894997458028959269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1894997458028959269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1894997458028959269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-lil-fuckstick-i-was.html' title='What lil fuckstick I was...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2070498277205923482</id><published>2011-01-20T16:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:47:53.303+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Now reading: A brief history of time</title><content type='html'>And let me tell you, it is not at all brief yet I simply can't put down the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZEqh3gdXL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZEqh3gdXL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been nearly 3 weeks since I started this book and I am left awed by every page of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2070498277205923482?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2070498277205923482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2070498277205923482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2070498277205923482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2070498277205923482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-reading-brief-history-of-time.html' title='Now reading: A brief history of time'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-9094575631766177216</id><published>2010-11-07T14:49:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:50:11.647+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Erratica by Bachi</title><content type='html'>Anyone who reads Times of India will know Bachi Kararia and her famous column "The Erratica"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TNaDmiBM7QI/AAAAAAAAAv0/hc8xo_E01Qs/s1600/101769_Erratica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TNaDmiBM7QI/AAAAAAAAAv0/hc8xo_E01Qs/s1600/101769_Erratica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is a regular reader of this column and I even remembered asking the meaning of the word Erratica.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the book, it is basically a collection of all her writings with preface by Big B. Bachi is very famous for her use of words and many from Hindi and perhaps Marathi. Her topics range from politics to recipes and perhaps that is what I like in her...the ability to write on any topic. Her sarcasm and criticism are both humorous and very spicy.&lt;br /&gt;When I bought this book, I bought it as a gift for my Dad but never thought of reading, but unable to resist I browsed and ended up reading the whole thing. Some really touching, funny and some I wish I can by-heart. But not one bad.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we have a book as diverse as our spice box...go ahead and give it a read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-9094575631766177216?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/9094575631766177216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=9094575631766177216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/9094575631766177216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/9094575631766177216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/11/anyone-who-reads-times-of-india-will.html' title='Book Review: Erratica by Bachi'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TNaDmiBM7QI/AAAAAAAAAv0/hc8xo_E01Qs/s72-c/101769_Erratica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4517788610441249057</id><published>2010-11-05T09:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:14:13.136+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>An observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TNORZHdHS7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/fzZHyaQgpGA/s1600/16092010113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TNORZHdHS7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/fzZHyaQgpGA/s320/16092010113.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a poster issued by Hyderabad Police. Perhaps because they found a drug seller chain recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Police stuck these poster all around the city and I found this one at a sweet shop!! I liked this poster so much that I had to click it. Nice na?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4517788610441249057?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4517788610441249057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4517788610441249057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4517788610441249057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4517788610441249057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/11/observation.html' title='An observation'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TNORZHdHS7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/fzZHyaQgpGA/s72-c/16092010113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>17.385044 78.486671</georss:point><georss:box>17.057406 78.019752 17.712682 78.95359</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6613912043846934689</id><published>2010-10-31T10:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:38:20.574+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of books....</title><content type='html'>As I said in my last post about books, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books I bought at airport are just four but I grabbed some books that I had been long wishing to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.Train to Pakistan by Khuswant Singh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a historical novel which depicts the partition of India at an angle I am yet to explore.I haven't started this book as I really want to study it, not just read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.Lost Symbol by Dan Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of reading this one from long time but never had time to. I forgot my copy in Muscat, so I had to buy again. I read it. And as someone said about this book, it doesn't give reader anything, nor asks for anything. Whatever, the climax was nice and I really liked the kchidi of philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. 100 Short Stories by O.Henry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love O.Henry and his surprising twists. 100 stories might seem something impossible to read but lemme tell you, its nothing when you start reading it. At the end, I despise I finished the book so early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Maharshi's Gospel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is about the famous Ramana Maharshi. Its basically a collection of very spiritual questions and their answer. Maharshi tackles every spiritual paradox with ease and leaves us with a clarity of life at the end. A must read for all the spiritual aspirants. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6613912043846934689?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6613912043846934689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6613912043846934689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6613912043846934689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6613912043846934689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-books.html' title='Of books....'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4849569047988790290</id><published>2010-10-30T16:34:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T16:34:32.849+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad is fine</title><content type='html'>Dad underwent bypass surgery and is recovering fast. He is doing great. May be soon he will be back in Muscat and back to his normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you all for your prayers and concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4849569047988790290?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4849569047988790290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4849569047988790290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4849569047988790290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4849569047988790290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/10/dad-is-fine.html' title='Dad is fine'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5472140504521361373</id><published>2010-09-19T20:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:26:18.168+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>Dad suffers a stroke!!</title><content type='html'>"Your Dad suffered a stroke" The words made be blank when my neighbour called and said to me just 3 days ago. He asked Mom and me to urgently come to Muscat. But that wasn't simply possible because my passport is in renewal and it may well take another 2 months before it comes to me. On the other hand, Mom has never flied alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, moreover 12 hours away from the nearest international airport - Hyderabad...with no local plane leaving immediately. Soon, Mom and I boarded a train and reached Hyderabad. All this time, Dad was unconscious and doctors had little hopes over him. He was admitted in to Royal and already his friends are visiting him and updating us with stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was on next day afternoon, the left time Mom used to pray to God along with my Uncle and Aunt who reside in Hyderabad. While I was confirming with agencies of times and hunting down some good cardiologists just in case if Dad decides to return to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, just before Mom took off to Muscat, Dad recovered, he even talked to us. This was such a relief to three of us. My Uncle and I went to the famous Shamshabad Airport to send off Mom. We both spent the rest of the afternoon in the airports cafeterias and bookshops*&amp;nbsp; shopping books and drinking espressos. I learnt we both relax same way, over coffees and books.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is fine now, but he may have to undergo operation - details I am yet to know. Finally I am just so so grateful to have such good neighbors like Kishore uncle, Alka aunty, John uncle, Yasmin, Wilson uncle....each one is a great being for they saved the most precious person of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family doesn't need to be a mob of blood relatives, it can also be those people out there who just have a good heart. Then, the whole world becomes your family. And I am so lucky to be part of such family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In my next post, I will write of the books I bought and an interesting event on way back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5472140504521361373?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5472140504521361373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5472140504521361373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5472140504521361373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5472140504521361373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/09/dad-suffers-stroke.html' title='Dad suffers a stroke!!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7524360591151301876</id><published>2010-09-12T19:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:24:25.484+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to the dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TIzwUFvJazI/AAAAAAAAAvM/zVxlhALvwdQ/s1600/dentist.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TIzwUFvJazI/AAAAAAAAAvM/zVxlhALvwdQ/s320/dentist.gif" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like anyone I know, I hate to visit dentist, it simply isn’tsomething that I can take causally like my other doctor visits. This visitruins my mood and then my mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I visited dentist to get my wisdom tooth removed as itis heavily impacted (out of the way) and has a very painful cavity. I have beenpostponing the appointment for over 3 weeks now, simply out of fear…so oneevening finally when no pain-killers worked, I was dragged to dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately there weren’t many patients there (so I canconvince my mom to avoid the removal) and I was called in. The chair lookedlike some kind of evil throne..he asked me to sit while I slowly crawled in, helooked in my mouth and said that the tooth is submerged and needs lots ofeffort to remove. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He injected me lignocaine that too thrice to completely numbmy mouth, and I felt like I has a chimpanzee mouth. &amp;nbsp;Finally, he got his weapons ready and graspedthe tooth with a large plier and I started to moan, at which he removed it frommy mouth. This happened so for the next half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Until he injected onemore injection, and finally he grasped my tooth when it finally broke from mybone with a huge sound and I fainted.My mom almost screamed which faded in my ears and then a sharp blow on my cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He slapped me hard on my other cheek to bring back consciousness.I did moan in reply. Then he propped some glucose into my mouth and asked torelax. After some time , I left the place with a small packet containing thetooth that caused all this mess. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7524360591151301876?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7524360591151301876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7524360591151301876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7524360591151301876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7524360591151301876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/09/visit-to-dentist.html' title='A visit to the dentist'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/TIzwUFvJazI/AAAAAAAAAvM/zVxlhALvwdQ/s72-c/dentist.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-9222017110272232623</id><published>2010-08-23T14:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:09:01.965+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi..and..Happy.........all the way</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a long time since I updated this blog but it is not dead! :)&lt;br /&gt;I was just hell busy with all the things that were going on life till now...but of which most did good to me.&lt;br /&gt;Before all that I will have to update myself with all thats going in your blog(s) which I will very soon. There is lots to tell. So keep visiting. Looking forward to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-9222017110272232623?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/9222017110272232623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=9222017110272232623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/9222017110272232623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/9222017110272232623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/08/hiandhappyall-way.html' title='Hi..and..Happy.........all the way'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5450441816578597113</id><published>2010-03-08T07:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:38:44.183+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Myself</title><content type='html'>More than 2 months passed....I returned to India, (though it seems it was eons).&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I can have more time with all those things I used to do...but the pressure of the exams is killing me. The finals are less than a month away. As of me, I think I am trying to keep all the efforts I can...added to this, the fact that I am living all alone is taking a toll of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be after a month or so, I think I can loosen up and be back to normalcy. Of the exams, the preparations are on at both home and college and my profs look like big leeches sucking life out of the students...(yeah I know it is for our good!) I really never expected that an exam of such small magnitude can be so potential that it almost made my life standstill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I will keep on whining until my exams are over, so leave it! I am kinda a stuffed up now and perhaps with tinges of fear and insecurity. I know this too shall pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bobby.mct/FresherS#5446100249444828962" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/S5RvUntTRyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ZojYJ8YfW5w/s320/ExamStress_creditSanjaGjenero.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am not that stressed but I will be soon. But I am used to as stress will make me perform better...(yeah, you see I really don't know what I am talking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of &amp;nbsp;other things, I didn't cut my hair for long and it is down in curls...which is really good...plus I lost some more weight...just 2 sizes down...but I really look more sick than thin! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really missing all your blog and posts but I make sure I will catch up &amp;nbsp;very soon!&lt;br /&gt;UnderCover Dragon, really sorry for you man, that Omantel blocked ur site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5450441816578597113?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5450441816578597113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5450441816578597113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5450441816578597113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5450441816578597113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/03/losing-myself.html' title='Losing Myself'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/S5RvUntTRyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ZojYJ8YfW5w/s72-c/ExamStress_creditSanjaGjenero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7652760277037729442</id><published>2010-01-29T15:29:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:59:30.129+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>Oh yea! You HATE fat people eh?</title><content type='html'>Check this&lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/group/We+Hate+Fat+People"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one the sickest things I have seen...I am in heat.....What the fuck does he think?? We are a minority??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; We hate fat/obese people because:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt; 1) fat/obese people are attempting toportray themselves as a legitimate minority group who is being"unfairly" oppressed, effectively trying to put themselves in a contexttraditionally and reasonably reserved for groups who have no controlover their personal characteristic in question (race, sex, etc.). Thefact of the matter is that a person's race, gender, ethnicity, and sexhave no correlation with their personal choices. Indeed, beingfat/obese is a personal choice and is not a situation that a person canbe simply born into/with, because it is caused by a combination of poorfood choices and lack of exercise, along with a lack of will to knowone's self and adjust behavior accordingly. In recognition of the factthat all individuals don't metabolize food at a uniform rate, and thatsome may require more exercise than others to stay physically fit, Isubmit that the general lack of will is the primary sign of filth andwretched contentment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dyhanji,&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck do you think?? We are a minority??&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Guy ! Get it, more than 40% of the people out there are fat...we are no minority, in fact you physically fit ones are the minority group!And what did you say?? We are a cause of our wrong choices??? Do youhave any fucking clue what you are talking about?? How do you expect usto take blame when most of our bodies are a result of geneticalmake-up! I can't recall any God giving me a choice of a buffed body anda fat one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;2) being fat/obese is in no way similar or comparable to personalcharacteristics that aren't the result of ignorance, lack of will,and/or poor personal choices. For this reason, fat/obese people shouldnot be unconditionally tolerated like a person's race, gender, sex,ethnicity, etc.. Verily, obesity and fatness are comparable to personalcharacteristics that actually DO result from poor personal choices,lack of will power, lack of knowledge of self, and general ignorance.Obesity and fatness are directly comparable to the most abhorrent humancharacteristics, like racism, sexism and discrimination based onethnicity, gender, or any other personal characteristic which is not aresult of personal choice, lack of will power, lack of self knowledgeand control, ingorance, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ABHORRENT characteristic?? Let me tell you, I sometimes wonder, if the world was filled with fat lazy people like us, it would have been a much peaceful world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We won't fight like you people do. We don't have stupid adrenalin rushing in our veins making us do foolish acts like you do!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;3) being obese/fat comonly results in rational self-loathing and socialalienation because poor physical form represents: - poor reproductivepotential, poor decision-making skills, unwillingness to acquire andapply personally beneficial knowledge, gluttony, selfishness, and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And what fucking problem do you have if we are fat and if ourreproductive systems can't produce?? And trust me, what you think thatphysical appearance is all it takes to live a life?? Have you made anyresearch that fat people lack brains?? I have never known any muscular person named as the most intelligent on the Earth on the other hand, there are people who are no way thin worshipped as geniusses? What do you say of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;So in the end we want civilization consisting of self-aware individualswho take responsibility for their own actions and adjust their behaviorin lieu of knowledge that stands to benefit the individual and society.Gluttonous contentment and decadence leads to "ends." The perpetualpursuit of positive transformation of self and society leads to "newbeginnings." Our choices are clear: Use our collective knowledge andpersonal will power to bring about a procreative renaissance for ourspecies....or continue to ignore our most pressing issues and disregardthe progress we've made, rather than use the tools we've developed tospearhead problems which threaten our existence and potential for abetter future. (????????????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;Admittedly, this is a vague and incomplete answer to avery broad and provocative question. I hope the current and would-bemembers of this group can help fill in the blanks. aut viam inveniamaut faciam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, I accept that there is always a wish in our minds to be thin and become all way muscular like you. And yes you are right on one thing,we are stupid because we are being stupid of being dragged into your narrow  view of life that only looks at muscles and blames without ever reaching the fact that we too are human with feelings and emotions. Think before you write, it hurts us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7652760277037729442?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7652760277037729442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7652760277037729442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7652760277037729442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7652760277037729442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-yea-you-hate-fat-people-eh.html' title='Oh yea! You HATE fat people eh?'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4277239088209835667</id><published>2010-01-27T10:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:23:07.244+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>1...2....3...25 Secrets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/S1_dTy74_yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/1U9nnfyMCZA/s1600-h/SuperStock_1569R-25009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/S1_dTy74_yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/1U9nnfyMCZA/s200/SuperStock_1569R-25009.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sonshu - The Little Miss Princess has tagged me to write 25 random things,but I have added many of my SECRETS too! so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My first crush was my English teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have &lt;i&gt;(secret)&lt;/i&gt; desire to become a hacker!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3. I suffer from a skin allergy around my chin.To hide it I never shave but confine to trimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I had a name, called Alisha! But dumped it in 10th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I maintain a secret website!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I cannot pronounce the word "Liril"! (&lt;i&gt;Lilil&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have an obsession with undies! &lt;i&gt;(yes you read it right!)&lt;/i&gt;. I love Jockey ones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a strange fear for old age!Wrinkles to start with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I will never learn how to write in a straight way on an unruled paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a strange fear for both Maths and Physics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I hate gym but love muscles but for muscles I have to get off diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love the smell of wet earth but I &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; abhor rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am thinking of having a piercing but where is not decided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I cannot remember names!! Many times, I forget to my middle name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I had given up watching the latest Hindi movies - To me they all look same! &lt;i&gt;Unnatural!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; (lets just say) I don't like Gandhi! And I always think of him being very political than spiritual!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;17. I cannot pronounce "S", it always ends with "ssSh" &lt;i&gt;Zee Lisshph!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have nearly 10 nicknames - Bobby being the most popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I swear I saw my Granpa &lt;i&gt;(many times)&lt;/i&gt; after he died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I am allergic to carpets - they give me sneezes but I love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I can't stand seafood! The smell makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I obsessed with clocks, I have atleast 2 in eachroom- incld'g bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I still love cartoon network! Of course Pogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a doll (&lt;i&gt;yup! Just like Mr.Bean)&lt;/i&gt; named Jaune Dii! (&lt;i&gt;very chic name! r8!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I have no intentions of living more than 35 years! &lt;i&gt;(I am serious on this! I would rather be in the box than&amp;nbsp; come'g out of it! And I hope it just happens like I wish!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that I have done with my list (it took me 2 days!!), I am supposed to tag 25 persons but since that would be crazy I tag the following : &lt;a href="http://angryinoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mrs.Cush aka AIO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://dhofarigucci.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashuspeak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raphael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are waiting for tell us your 25!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4277239088209835667?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4277239088209835667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4277239088209835667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4277239088209835667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4277239088209835667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/01/12325-secrets.html' title='1...2....3...25 Secrets!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/S1_dTy74_yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/1U9nnfyMCZA/s72-c/SuperStock_1569R-25009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1278511166614608371</id><published>2010-01-20T12:59:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:23:07.245+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>Power napping frenzy</title><content type='html'>I have a very different outlook towards sleep. Either I sleep through out or I am completely awake through out the task. But I never had a habit of sleeping in the middle of doing something. But now that I have come too dependent on aspirin/avil for induction of sleep and caffeine on deduction of sleep, I decided to learn how to power nap!&lt;br /&gt;Any internet addict when wishes to learn something we hit into "wikihow" and so did I. Of course there was an an article on power sleeping and it was very informative!&lt;br /&gt;So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose a place to nap -- (this gotta be my couch nothing can beat it) &lt;br /&gt;2. Have caffeine before nap (this things really keeps you relaxed! It seemed to work on me)&lt;br /&gt;2.5 Set an alarm &lt;br /&gt;3. NAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so, I chose my place, set an alarm for 20 mins (and since I am guy who loves to hit snuuz button I kept it faraway from the couch) and drank my coffee and slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas I woke after a heavy sleep of 3 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go back to my aspirin-coffee life cycle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1278511166614608371?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1278511166614608371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1278511166614608371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1278511166614608371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1278511166614608371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-napping-fernzy.html' title='Power napping frenzy'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7207815651988457237</id><published>2010-01-14T09:00:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:22:21.575+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>The weight pendulum</title><content type='html'>My mom almost dropped her coffee mug in the morn as she heard me scream...she popped in to ask what the hell it was with me...&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at my new digital scales and in anguish and anger that I shouted to her "I wanted to jump on them"...but what did they do?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amplestuff.com/images/products/detail/440glass505.web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.amplestuff.com/images/products/detail/440glass505.web.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those new glassy digital scales weigh me down to grams and it has become as common as for a women to look into her purse-mirror...I jump onto these things, every half an hour or so - before coffee -after coffee, before lunch - after lunch, weigh at the morn and weight at night! Gosh! This ritual happened until mom and dad suspected that I may be suffering from Body Dismorphic Disorder (even I didn't get it first but it actually means you are too body concerned - like Paris Hilton!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I learned that I gain around 500 gms by day and lose around 300 gms by night. From the time I came Oman, I haven't been exercising, not even walking!&lt;br /&gt;Every evening I think of heading out, bring my sneakers to my sofa, sit and realise there is remote under me and you know next minute I will be on cartoon network - eventually my sneakers are pushed back to their rack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only walk I have done after coming here is to that foodstuff shop - head straight to the fridge and grasp few bottles of moussy or some non-alc beer and head back..at times with a few bars of galaxy ( I love the hazelnut ones) and bless God for my parents are loving my indulgence -- in fact my dad said that I look like a fox!! ( I took as a compliment though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I have gained a total of five..yes FIVE kilos (bless those buttery sweets) and so I felt really down and ate few more bars of galaxy (I do so when I am extremely depressed) before I remembered there is a dusty exercise peddler which was conveniently snuggled into home's dark corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - I have placed (strategically) in hall (so that I get to see TV) with a goal to pedal down the gain...but now that is so cold..I convinced myself that I needed few fat layers for warmth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pendulum swings back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7207815651988457237?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7207815651988457237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7207815651988457237' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7207815651988457237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7207815651988457237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/01/weight-pendulum.html' title='The weight pendulum'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-8264738867600766018</id><published>2010-01-13T01:50:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:00:53.116+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>Philosophical Idiocy</title><content type='html'>I just stumbled (yes, at 1 AM in screen lit and dead cold place I am surfing) into a blog of a very spiritual guy, his recent post under the heading "New Year Resolutions"  contained these words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't search for the water,&lt;br /&gt;just get thirsty,&lt;br /&gt;so that the water may arrive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as the cry of the&lt;br /&gt;newborn babe&lt;br /&gt;brings the mothers milk. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me :How the fuck will the water know I am thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-8264738867600766018?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/8264738867600766018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=8264738867600766018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8264738867600766018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8264738867600766018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/01/philosophical-idiocy.html' title='Philosophical Idiocy'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1085474119860057810</id><published>2010-01-10T15:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:46:09.045+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>Where is Wadi Kabir?</title><content type='html'>We all know what Oman is...and perhaps many know where Wadi Kabir is and how it looks..&lt;br /&gt;I have been living in Wadi Kabir since 2001...when I was 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up at this place and many have come and gone to this place. Except a few, many who have and stayed there for a few months and move to other place and completely forget about this place.My family is among those few families who have known what Wadi Kabi was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the past, Wadi Kabir is one of the most peaceful places in Muscat. With majority of Indian expats living, it was filled with children, families and a completely harmonious view of life.&lt;br /&gt;The Omani families are really friendly...we used to play with thier children. Over the years, many expat families have left the place and owing to this the Wadi Kabir has slowly turned into a bleak place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/10/15303326_58befc673e.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/10/15303326_58befc673e.jpg?v=0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Many new buildings rose..higher and higher. The new habitants to these new buildings came in groups....seeking their careers in those big malls of Muscat..&lt;br /&gt;The messy lifestyle of these people became a symbol of Wadi Kabir. With these, the local bars got worse and people from all over Muscat started visiting Wadi Kabir for two things: One, for drinking and peeing in streets after that, secondly for girls.&lt;br /&gt;The (in)famous school at this place too had played its part in getting the bad name, the school has turned messy every year and now it has become enough messy to not-to-be called as a school.&lt;br /&gt;Every time, I meet my old friends we recall those golden days at that very school..wondering if it was the same school.&lt;br /&gt;Now, at Wadi Kabir...I find new dustbins added at street ends, more baldiyah (municipality) workers struggling to keep the place clean..yet no matter what they do, they too know that Wadi Kabir is no more and every day we are losing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1085474119860057810?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1085474119860057810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1085474119860057810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1085474119860057810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1085474119860057810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-is-wadi-kabir.html' title='Where is Wadi Kabir?'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6036574840085226154</id><published>2010-01-08T00:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:46:09.046+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>Bobby's top 10 obsessions</title><content type='html'>I got the idea from this blog to post about my top 10 obessions! So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Walking:&lt;br /&gt;Living in Wadi Kabir which is equipped with 2 large platforms have made me love walking. This is my most recent obsession coz I am behind shedding my pounds as fast as possible! So I am out there at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;I love it! I am addicted to it! I can have yoghurt with anything like orange to noodles. I have yoghurt in every meal of the day. And I think, I know many recipes with Yogurt than any other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Keychains&lt;br /&gt;I have already talked about it. But yes I love key chains and I am sure my mom will dump them if I buy them anymore! I have them filled in jars now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Multiply.com &lt;br /&gt;Isn't every teenager addicted to these socializing sites? I am no exception. I don't sit with the sites for full day but yes I visit them almost everyday! I like Multiply more than Facebook and Orkut, I love this site coz of the frnds I have in this site..they are special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Aspirin&lt;br /&gt;I love aspirin! It somehow induces sleep! Don't ask me how it happens chemically but I live on it when my insomnia goes beyond control. I always have a strip under my pillow. It is so much effective and I think preventive for many other diseases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Tech Magazines&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I adore these mags! I try my best to get them here if possible or else I get them&amp;nbsp; from India where they are a lot cheaper. My favourite include Chip Magazine, Digit, Tech India, T3..........I love them all, though the CDs which come with them aren't always genuine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Vista &lt;br /&gt;I dunno how many are using - I love it! My uncle intalled this into my laptop and I just love it! Unlike many say, it never troubled me or my laptop - if you know how to use it - you can love it better than XP. And now I have no reason either to degrade to XP. I have tred Win7 but it was rather gaudy so I reverted back to my Vissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Coffee&lt;br /&gt;I can have it every hour of the day! can't live without it! I am the only one who drinks coffee in my family so imagine the resistance I get from my family members - tea drinkers! My fave is cappuccino and I sometimes like Espresso - but not always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Blogging&lt;br /&gt;It is not even a year finsihed after I started this blog, I love blogging like anything. I of course have many blogs in different sites, which are read by different (kinds) people. Muscat Insomniac is the one that I spend much time on and I love reading blogs also. Though I can't say I am good at commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Gossiping&lt;br /&gt;I know..I know..this is rather effeminate habit but still...there are many men who love gossiping and I am no different. Men gossip it is just that we call it chatting or enquiring, but trust me they love as much as women do if not more! But I have keep this obsession in control coz it consumes much of time. Live curious!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6036574840085226154?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6036574840085226154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6036574840085226154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6036574840085226154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6036574840085226154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-10-obsessions.html' title='Bobby&apos;s top 10 obsessions'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7071122175720551545</id><published>2010-01-05T13:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:46:09.047+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>My notorious new year resloutions</title><content type='html'>The new year, we enjoyed and  revelled at the start of the new decade of the life. For me 2010 brings in my 10th year in Oman and I am glad that I am in Oman for that.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the resolutions which I generally end up keeping and sticking to...I only came with the following....er...not normal ones...I warned you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Become an anorexic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Enough of weight loss. I have already mastered the scales. Now I am being extreme and aiming for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Size zero. &lt;/span&gt;So that calls me to drop around nine dress sizes. I don't care if this is unrealistic but definitely I am  gonna try. (kiddin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Get to know my profs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I really don't know many of the profs who teach me. An entire year has been going around, I never kinda noticed them properly. It was always their annoying  monotonous voices that echo in my mind. SO this year, I think I am going to really bond with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Join a Hotel management course&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And become a really good chef! I am quite serious about this, though my parents do not want me to become a chef..they although are convinced that I cook well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Learn how to play Veena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you know what a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veena" style="color: red;"&gt;veena&lt;/a&gt; is but it is really beatiful music instrument that is common in South India. I am hunting for a proper music teacher.&amp;nbsp; And I am not going to stop at that, I will record those videos and upload them to youtube...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Examine the biodisc to the fullest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alrady posted of&lt;a href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-miraclous-biodisk.html"&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and now I am interested to find if all its claims are, now this IS a resolution coz &lt;/span&gt;I am going to use this for the whole and record my difference,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. xxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to not to disclose this until I have accomplished it....now now...we all have secrets, right? I will spill the beans only after March....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7071122175720551545?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7071122175720551545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7071122175720551545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7071122175720551545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7071122175720551545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-notorious-new-year-resloutions.html' title='My notorious new year resloutions'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1221795095464633724</id><published>2009-12-31T06:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:46:09.047+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>Best of '09</title><content type='html'>2009 - is the year that has changed me completely yet it didn't leave a mark of it - &lt;br /&gt;The best things that happened to me this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Lost 15 kilos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the best shape of my life. This was one of my life goals. I just could not believe that I got down my BMI levels from 31 to 26!! &lt;br /&gt;I deserve a pat coz I stuck to my yesteryear's resolution to not to eat junk food...I ate junk food but less than before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Learned to live alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of this year, I have been away from my parent either left to all myself or with my uncle and aunt. Though initially it was&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;depressing to be away from parent..but I got over it soon. Living alone teaches many things like time management..planning etc..and they help in long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Made new friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think never have I before been so open and friendly than what I have been in 2009. Apart from my online friends I have made a hug number of friends in the college and it was cool! Yea, I miss my school buddies but then thanks to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. A&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably he is my best friend and hisfriendship is the best thing that ever happened to me. But lifenowadays never gives us chance to meet in person but instead reproacheach other's live on phone! sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. In my best love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this is my final one. So far, it had been great. I wish nothing nasty happen like the ones before. I had been so far successful in keeping my head clear and the whole affair distant from my daily life. Lets hope that I will hold the same approach to this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Cuter than ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was&amp;nbsp; due to my weight loss. I can see my cheek bones and of course the sexy jaw line. Couldn't believe that after all, those funny facial exercises worked! Only think I lament is my already dark skin became worse in India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read what I wished to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to readIndian English Literature, and this year I have read a considerableamount of books under this genre, But the books I wish to read has beenever increasing. I wish I knew how to read faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Gone Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its high time that everyone should have gone green. I went green (eco-friendly) just a few months ago. so far I was able to reduce the amount of plastic, water, electricity I use. But I dunno if I am I eat organic or not. I have also adopted a stray dog and I am thinking of buying a cat (if Dad and Mom say ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Loving myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Accoding to a saying, "if you don't know how to love ourself than how will you love others?" I think though it may sound vague, it is indeed true. If we look at all the negative things in ourselves there is less chance that we see good things others.&lt;br /&gt;This year in its own subtle way taught me to be what I am and learn to take pride in myself. Being frank and appreciating others really saves all the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1221795095464633724?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1221795095464633724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1221795095464633724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1221795095464633724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1221795095464633724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-of-09.html' title='Best of &apos;09'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Muscat, Oman</georss:featurename><georss:point>23.6138199 58.5922413</georss:point><georss:box>23.5941589 58.5630588 23.6334809 58.621423799999995</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4802407883551119522</id><published>2009-12-30T16:44:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:01:06.210+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>Of Miraclous BioDisk</title><content type='html'>BioDisk is a wellness tool which is produced by Amezcua, somehow I landed with one and from yesterday I kept staring at this glass disk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.tinypic.com/4bg7y35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4bg7y35.jpg" border="0" height="251" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disc, made of 13 engineered natural minerals and fused using nanotechnology, and bought at great cost  claims to improve energylevels, enhance the immune system, rejuvenate cells, and increase bloodoxygen level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biodisk which claims to radiate vibrations that are similar to those of the vibrations released by the healing spring around the word. Many DVD tutorials came alng with the product on how to use this disc.&lt;br /&gt;This disk seems to be an all-in-one solutions for everything starting from bad-tasted water to fertility problems.&lt;br /&gt;To find more info clic &lt;a href="http://www.biodisc2u.com/" style="color: red;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.biodisc-energy.com/" style="color: red;"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if it really works or it just an ordinary glass piece...but I am thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand we have something (and so much) &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.chem1.com/CQ/wonkywater.html"&gt;against it..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4802407883551119522?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4802407883551119522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4802407883551119522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4802407883551119522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4802407883551119522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-miraclous-biodisk.html' title='Of Miraclous BioDisk'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/4bg7y35_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5582742805229638520</id><published>2009-12-28T14:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:57:29.968+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>I am in Oman...</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I landed yesterday night and I was jus catching up with all till now...still there are friends to call and so far I have amazed everyone with my slender frame (alright not so slender..) but yeah looking great and feeling great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so busy with cleaning all the stuff...wait....busy thinking to clean all the stuff but then lazy coz of&amp;nbsp; the weather. It just is so fine over here...loving it, loving you Muscat! Muah!&lt;br /&gt;I think I may go for a long walk tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then I am thinking of meeting my ex-buddy, but then I dunno where the hell he lives now..:P&lt;br /&gt;My home is a pile of mess, and my mom is a bundle of nerv at present looking at her kicthen..LOL!&lt;br /&gt;So far everything is good and well...I wish I can unwind after all the studious life (LOL!!) in India!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5582742805229638520?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5582742805229638520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5582742805229638520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5582742805229638520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5582742805229638520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-in-oman.html' title='I am in Oman...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7158325956755608843</id><published>2009-12-06T08:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:57:29.968+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>Me and my gym trainer</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Nearly four years have passed but even today, I remember that day when a very muscular guy called me back when I was on my way to some shop..he introduced himself to be Shareef, a gym trainer...he said that he is new to Wadi Kabir and he was told about me by my friends...dunno how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he knew my name, where I lived and how I dealt with my body...he requested me to visit his gym (perhaps I was greatly overweight then) and join if I liked it! A few days later, I visited the gym which is just a couple of blocks away from my building. He invited me and showed me the equipment and even offered a free trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't join the gym (lack of time) I still met him rather often be it be at coffeeshop or snowhite or cyber-cafe&amp;nbsp; we exchanged greetings and he everytime insisted me to visit his flat and have a dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't visit his flat, I used to visit his gym, learn about stuff like how to do push-ups, how to lose weight...at times he would share his lunch with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a certain period, he was less seen outside, and I got engaged into my studies and other things, later I was told by my local buddies that Shareef is not doing well, I tried to meet him but his flat was always locked up, I eventually left for India without meeting him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my dad informed me that Shareef died of over dosage of drugs...&lt;br /&gt;When I went back, I found a new trainer in his place, who is no match for what Shareef was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Inspired by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://otheroman.blogspot.com/2009/12/belated-love-note.html" style="color: red;"&gt;Suburban's Belated love note..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7158325956755608843?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7158325956755608843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7158325956755608843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7158325956755608843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7158325956755608843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-and-my-gym-trainer.html' title='Me and my gym trainer'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6305847521098290234</id><published>2009-11-24T05:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:57:12.223+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Man who threw the dog off bridge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sws2o8dy8vI/AAAAAAAAAsI/CikEZaoZ0qE/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sws2o8dy8vI/AAAAAAAAAsI/CikEZaoZ0qE/s320/Capture.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;INCENSED internet users have united to catch a man who threw a helpless dog off a busy bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lithuanian man was filmed by friends joking that "dogs can fly" before throwing the dog off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Thefootage was then posted on the internet, initially sparking outrage onLithuanian websites before spreading across the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footage of the incident shows the man carrying the dog - which appears calm in the man's arms - to the side of the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video also shows a friend filming the incident on a mobile phone, all laughing as the offender prepares to throw the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking that no traffic is around, the man walks to the side of the bridge and calmly throws the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking footage shows the dog hitting the ground before yelping in pain and appearing unable to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The dog miraculously survives the fall, with vets later treating it for internal injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mail&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;reportsthat as footage of the incident spread across the internet, Facebookgroups and online forums united to catch the offender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They posted photos of the man, with local police recognising the offender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, identified by the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Mail&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;SvajunasBeniuk, eventually handed himself into police, who later issued astatement to internet users thanking them for their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The offender now faces animal cruelty charges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;This sub human should be thrown off the very same bridge. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/bat.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6305847521098290234?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6305847521098290234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6305847521098290234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6305847521098290234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6305847521098290234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-who-threw-dog-off-bridge.html' title='Man who threw the dog off bridge...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sws2o8dy8vI/AAAAAAAAAsI/CikEZaoZ0qE/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4706681038030602498</id><published>2009-11-15T09:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:00:53.116+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>Arab on a treadmill</title><content type='html'>A guy in kandoora on a treadmill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVPUrQQuebs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVPUrQQuebs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for fun guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4706681038030602498?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4706681038030602498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4706681038030602498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4706681038030602498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4706681038030602498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/11/arab-on-treadmill.html' title='Arab on a treadmill'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-323663132645580202</id><published>2009-11-12T13:47:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:00:53.117+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>A busy WTF week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thought everyone would think that I to have taken tweeting but no! I was seriously busy with all the college stuff draining life out of me. But hey, most the week is over now, so time to let my hair down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mostly it is due chemistry practicals that are going and we are doing salt analysis which I am not getting...of the six lab session, not even once I got it all right! That's odd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My ex-buddy called me to tell How Bullsh*tty happy is becoz he is going to get married!! And he *cordially invited" me...WTF!! I had a huge huge fight with him a year or so back I have completely stopped talking to him...and now he expects me to forgive all that insanity and be good friends...no way!!&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;Today we dissected a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.jaxshells.org/pila1.jpg"&gt; &lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;snail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;color:yellow;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;an apple snail in the lab today...it turned out to be awesome but of course some girls went sick...mine went all well except I had cut its intestine...and it stinks like hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also bought a new book from the local book-store, called Abel's Island by Willaim Steig a kid's book but I enjoyed it throughly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the meantime, I installed Ubuntu OS instead of Vista but I didn't like it so it took me much time to figure out how to get back to Windows...why I hated Ubuntu, I dunno! So in all this process, despite back-up, I lost a considerable chunk of data!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I am at present taking all time installed the apps and bookmarking your blogs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-323663132645580202?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/323663132645580202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=323663132645580202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/323663132645580202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/323663132645580202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-wtf-week.html' title='A busy WTF week!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6979277033517928582</id><published>2009-11-02T13:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:38:16.414+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeting, tweaking and screeching</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have evolved and took up to Twitter recently...with very less luck!&lt;br /&gt;First time when I looked at my page, I almost dropped my jaw *Is this what ppl are behind?* &lt;br /&gt;Ayway, I went on with all the ritualistic enrolment process and all I was to set up my mobile for it!!&lt;br /&gt;Good! And thats what I have been trying to do from last 22 days or so!!&lt;br /&gt;I send everything needed and I wait, wait and wait!! So, so far, Twitter hasn't impressed me....well I can't say I don't like it...but fingers crossed until my mob sets up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad brought/ bought me an Antivirus programme from Mct...I didn't even to open till today what was it...somehow my AVG Antivirus fucked up and&amp;nbsp; I took to the one Dad brought, called Kapspersky....I have a good opnion on this but this took hours to load and then activiate and then update and scan....a wholsesome of 5-6 hours...of which for 2 hours it updated (my internet speed was decent) So far it hasn't done any heroic attempts to save from bugs..but lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am hearing that Windows 7 is nicer and better...but I haven't yet laid my hands on it...a buddy and software freak named Vjay would install me that next week...again I am so curious whats in store for me, that I can hardly wait...{btw Vjay is a guy who is physically challenged and with an IQ of more than 150...he somehow inspires me to live a life than is not so shitty as mine is...but then c'est la vie! :) }&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a guy met me online and called himself DDk, said that Win 7 is a crap...but nothing wrong in trying it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6979277033517928582?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6979277033517928582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6979277033517928582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6979277033517928582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6979277033517928582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/11/tweeting-tweaking-and-screeching.html' title='Tweeting, tweaking and screeching'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5846607268329000092</id><published>2009-11-02T00:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:58:01.784+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs and love'/><title type='text'>I fell in Love</title><content type='html'>yup with no one else other than myself...&lt;br /&gt;after all how can I love others if I can't love myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is no nonsense..I am just elated by all the good things that are happening to me...of course I can't tell all those good things but all I can let you know is that I am no longer "single"! Got it!&lt;br /&gt;Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/333/1/c/Love_by_darunia_art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/333/1/c/Love_by_darunia_art.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://darunia-art.deviantart.com/art/Love-12726469"&gt;deviantart &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5846607268329000092?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5846607268329000092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5846607268329000092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5846607268329000092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5846607268329000092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-fell-in-love.html' title='I fell in Love'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4457671229942315132</id><published>2009-10-28T06:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:58:01.785+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs and love'/><title type='text'>Scatter-mind post</title><content type='html'>They are now &lt;i&gt;en mode&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;so here is mine: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Got a call from Mr.A...in a way I am happy that he has joined a college and doing some course in Hyderabad. He was supposed to visit me while I was in Hyderabad last week (to visit my uncle) but it didn't work out...anyway..he said he would meet me when I will leave for Muscat. I am waiting...and next time I will shed all the mystery that surrounds this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My weight loss is getting nowhere...I think I am in one of those plateau regions of weight-loss graph...but I haven't put on any so it doesn't matter much. I have been long deprived of all the goodies of life like ice-creams...alcohol....I am scared that once I will be in Muscat I will put on my weight...lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. College is something that more or less changing into some Little Buds Nursery...in a sense because we are not allowed out of the college during the break-time. The canteen is almost meagre and the campus is small...then they implemented UNIFORMS...for a degree college...putting of my choice of wearing anything...plus if you fail in an exam your are expected to pay fine of something like 1 OR/ 100 Rs...it is indeed irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am again into Yoga, I had stopped it long back due to some unpleasant experiences but thanks to the building up pressure of studies and *^%@#$% I am forced to take up again. So far, I think I all well under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My uncle's daughter called me...I can sense something *fishy* coz:&lt;br /&gt;She: Hi, Bobby...........eh..........howyoudoin?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah..fine, you?&lt;br /&gt;She:Eh.......................fine.........*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is there anything I can....&lt;br /&gt;She: *more chuckles*....na....I just simply called...&lt;br /&gt;Something is really fishy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "*^%@#$%" in #4 refers to my new found enemy back at college...lets call that enemy as B*tch (you can choose other like: piss blobs, fa*...) ok I am so bloody irritated with this b*tch...she is always interfering with me and trying to dominate me....it is just annoying, if someone tells you only to shut when the whole of her friends are giggling. But I am a big boy. I ma not gonna complain....that wud be behaving like nursery kid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! it is already 7:45...gotta run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4457671229942315132?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4457671229942315132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4457671229942315132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4457671229942315132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4457671229942315132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/10/scatter-mind-post.html' title='Scatter-mind post'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-9056184165755818758</id><published>2009-10-12T20:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:59:11.745+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>I am going to cum...</title><content type='html'>to Muscat!&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Pervert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I will be there by early December...and I am all flying high about this...&lt;br /&gt;My dad planned this for me as he wants me to take off sometime and get my hair down. I must say I am significantly over-stressed by the college and some family matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will be there in Muscat for 2-3 weeks, the tickets are all ready and it is just counting days and starting a diet (ya! gotta look thinner...THINNER...MORE THHHINNNNER!!)...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have shared this with everyone I consider as Human back college, and also to those whom I don't consider Humans - just to feast on their jealous looks...hehe! I have even arranged for leave and planned my studies also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now, I finished a lengthy list of things I want t buy, things I want to "see" and eat...I am thinking I will burst with excitement...a lengthy 4 page list...As of now, only my friend Nells (I haven't talked of her before in the blog, but Nells or Nelly is a school buddy and a good friend of mine) is in Muscat, the rest are scattered in Canada, India and one somewhere lurking in Manila...the Manilian one may come too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, It will a nice cool December - pampering myself with everything and everyone I missed...Oh! baby! That's going to be good, and if all backfire, I wouldn't care ~ after all Muscat is still my Home and there is no place like Home to doze off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;The English Prof is teaching pr-onun-shzee-ye-szhun!!&lt;br /&gt;I juzst waan-ted to szhhare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-9056184165755818758?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/9056184165755818758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=9056184165755818758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/9056184165755818758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/9056184165755818758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-going-to-cum.html' title='I am going to cum...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6910827369074864166</id><published>2009-10-11T07:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:00:53.117+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>The thieves manifestation</title><content type='html'>The area, I live in this small town is one of the posh areas...it is filled with huge houses - new with paints and some even now under construction. It still has some empty plots left and my building is in the middle of a huge empty plot. It somehow, makes me feel isolated from the rest of the houses of the street but no doubt, my house-owners maintain it wonderfully better than any other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was on Eid day, my grocerer informed me that there is presence of thieves in the area and asked us to be careful.. Though till date, no case of robberies have been reported but still she warned us to be careful....&lt;br /&gt;It all started from then on...now that I am living alone and my mom is at gran-uncle's house, she calls me every night to remind me to lock all the doors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But yesterday night was difficult because I could hear someone on the top terrace, some kind of movement of huge and heavy objects (there is a lot construction material on terrace)! Really I was chick scared for my neighbours aren't there and I am alone on the floor. I immediately locked up all the doors and closed the windows...added to my bad luck there was a power cut. I grasped a torch and cell and sat in my bed waiting for something to happen....until I dozed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noises subsided down...today morning I went up to check...I found two stray dogs on a heap of iron rods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6910827369074864166?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6910827369074864166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6910827369074864166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6910827369074864166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6910827369074864166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/10/thieves-manifestation.html' title='The thieves manifestation'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6854653987859680395</id><published>2009-10-07T07:37:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:37:47.741+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Etiquette of Exams and Mysore Bondas</title><content type='html'>I wonder why? Why I am so sluggish today? I am having exams at college, and I am no way thrilled of them. In fact I am bunking an exam today, doing so for the first time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams I gave till date....sigh.....I am very disappointed with my performance in the recent exams and I have just three things to say why I been such fucked up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the invigilator, should be vigilant and his duty is to vigil not TALK with us! Bloody idiots! All they did is to disturb me and others..."Why are drawing you so many diagrams?" "Why are writing you so slowly?" WTF they want? I want to get each of them fired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, We are student so of University level, not of  Kindergarten and I am amazed how many turned up without appropriate stationary....I am irritated when someone asks me..."Can I have pencil?" and worse if the person takes it without asking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I dunno which bugger arranged the seats, I am seated next to a seriously retarded dude...for the physics exams, he would write just one page, and the rest of the time, he would play with my colour pens....BLOODY HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many think I am putting up reasons for my up-coming low marks. Anyway, the complaints have already been sent in...and if I see no effect, I am no way hesitant to write to the University...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my blog to become some whining ventilator....so leave it!&lt;br /&gt;Coming to some colourful side of life, I am addicted to these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SswKhvvVWsI/AAAAAAAAArM/fEztJZFznW0/s1600-h/mysore+bonda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SswKhvvVWsI/AAAAAAAAArM/fEztJZFznW0/s320/mysore+bonda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't freak! These are edible! They are dollops of flour/curd mixt...deep fried in hot oil. These can be compared to our Aloo Bonda, except these are without the potato gravy inside. These are not available in Muscat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And guess what? Miraculously I am not even putting on weight! But these too soon had to go as I will take diet ( I am growing excessively jealous over&lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.angryinoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs.Cush/ Angry's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;work! So I am kinda eager to start off, but equally lazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6854653987859680395?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6854653987859680395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6854653987859680395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6854653987859680395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6854653987859680395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/10/etiquette-of-exams-and-mysore-bondas.html' title='Etiquette of Exams and Mysore Bondas'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SswKhvvVWsI/AAAAAAAAArM/fEztJZFznW0/s72-c/mysore+bonda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4432372776304680145</id><published>2009-09-30T16:59:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:11:43.037+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Discrimination....</title><content type='html'>There is  a hotel nearby, I knew the owner pretty well because he is a north Indian and I know his mother tounge well. We talk in his mother tongue..the normal chit-chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went today, and I gave my order and waited for the parcels to arrive. Meanwhile, I asked how much it costed me, and he said Rs 36. I gave him a Rs 100 currency note and he gave me back Rs 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me how much I gave, I said "Rs 100" and he gave me the needed Rs. 50. And went back to counting his money. Then he looked at and started shouting in his language "Kaminey!(louser)You gave only Rs. 50! Give back my Rs. 50!!" I was shocked and politely asked him to check again! He wasn't no way listening to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, men gathered around: The owner, went on shouting that I cheated on him! I openly asked him to take back Rs.50 if he wants, but I challenged him, I will show my Rs 100 note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback, he said that he didn't need my money and insulted that my race itself is a cheating one! And over the decades, he had seen so may people like me!...then continued to the expletives (as if he only knew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for him as he said that in his mother tongue! Had he had said that in the local language, the consequences would have been dire!&lt;br /&gt;I collected my parcels in silence and left! Silent? NO way! My mind was screaming! But then...I remembered &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.k-state.edu/english/westmank/spring_00/SOYINKA.html"&gt;the famous lines of Wole Soyinka:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;"Silence. Silenced transmission of  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Pressurized good-breeding."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Yes! I sighed! Pressurized good breeding! &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;But for the first time in my life, I was identified with a race...for the first time...I was discriminated of my birth! And even now, after a busy day, my mind is still numb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;(For clarity: I am a South Indian and the owner is a North Indian)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4432372776304680145?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4432372776304680145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4432372776304680145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4432372776304680145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4432372776304680145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/09/racial-discrimination.html' title='Racial Discrimination....'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6517077169766480119</id><published>2009-09-23T14:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:47:47.824+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The electrician and ...thinnies</title><content type='html'>Something happened to my fan, and it was not running/rotating or whatever, so I called my house owner, who in turn called an electrician.&lt;br /&gt;The guy came, after an hour or so, he was thin, pale, short fellow with bright eyes....he repaired it.instantly...and we both have same names,and we went on talking and talking, from fans to cell towers to the house owners...&lt;br /&gt;It is something creepy now, as I look back, that we became so friendly in just seconds....&lt;br /&gt;I am not new to these firefly friendships, but perhaps it is their short span than enthrals us...&lt;br /&gt;Now, this incident happened long before Ramdhan, then he turned up again on Eid, just to say his greetings...Q8! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking of other guys back at the college, all are thinner than me, and no one has specs -- so the first impression is I am a nerd....sad! But there is one guy, called M, chubby, dark but has sharp features with very curly hair and lazy eyes...now M gives me all sorts of uncomfortable feelings in the class, but I can't actually say uncomfortable, he looks at me fleetingly, staring at me when I am talking to other but he never talks to me. Its odd and rather you-know-what!!! But yea, I am enjoying all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6517077169766480119?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6517077169766480119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6517077169766480119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6517077169766480119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6517077169766480119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/09/electrician-and-thinnies.html' title='The electrician and ...thinnies'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-8060373842091294593</id><published>2009-09-18T14:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:20:55.043+04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ode to autam and yapples"</title><content type='html'>Yep! Ypu got it! It is yet another WTF blunder of my English Prof.&lt;br /&gt;This time, it is with something more respectful, The Ode to Autumn by Divine John Keats....&lt;br /&gt;So his version is here for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seazon of mistz and mellow fruit-fullness&lt;br /&gt;Cloze bausom-friend of the matuuring sun&lt;br /&gt;Conspiring with him how tew load yand bless&lt;br /&gt;With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;&lt;br /&gt;Tew bynd with Yapples the moss'd cottage-treez,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it went on and on, until we reached the word "o'erbrimmed" and he said "O" "ER" brimmed - does anyone know what it means???" I didn't say anything, not even to my friends...nothing...I was o'erbrimmed with remorse...or worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the complaints, I heard have gone against him, (I didn't complain) at least I assume cause my Vice Principal had said something that meant "...to send away those (profs) who aren't good, we first need better ones..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So...I am waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change...you can't see it coming...change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-8060373842091294593?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/8060373842091294593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=8060373842091294593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8060373842091294593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8060373842091294593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/09/ode-to-autam-and-yapples_18.html' title='&quot;Ode to autam and yapples&quot;'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1462017343256746863</id><published>2009-09-16T20:19:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:38:21.604+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>My love for Shobhaa De</title><content type='html'>It was five or six years back, when I first found Shobhaa De's book in an old carton full of books.&lt;br /&gt;Something made me read it. I didn't understand the book then, but I read it...till end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SrEW5jCd0PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6ufx--hSF_8/s1600-h/img_61841_shobhaa_de_5_450x360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SrEW5jCd0PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6ufx--hSF_8/s320/img_61841_shobhaa_de_5_450x360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her, I read many Indian authors, older and senior and better than her but I still love Shobha De the most. My dad and his literary friends criticized me and her...they apparently find her writings erotic than needed, exaggerated and unrealistic...but I find them full of life...life that is hidden from the open society, dirty lives that we all live hideously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, my unreasonable devotion for this writer is the writerherself, than her writings...because she looks at the world in some oddkind of way, never restricting to the social boundaries is what thatkeeps me read her books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, there are some things that are unreasonable, so is perhaps this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recall, my first book I read was Sultry Days, then I didn't find any of her book. Until recently, while in Hyderabad, in an old bookshop I found Shobha's Snapshots (the previous owner of the book curiously scribbled "Woof! Too hot!" on the front page...I still wonder why...coz I never found anything Hot in it) along with her Speedpost, Starry Nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Starry Nights, I am clinging on to another thriller called &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclops_%28Clive_Cussler_novel%29"&gt;Cyclops by Clive Cussler &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1462017343256746863?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1462017343256746863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1462017343256746863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1462017343256746863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1462017343256746863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-love-for-shobhaa-de.html' title='My love for Shobhaa De'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SrEW5jCd0PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6ufx--hSF_8/s72-c/img_61841_shobhaa_de_5_450x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6648821803450706063</id><published>2009-09-14T08:00:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:38:10.582+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mrs.Winehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SqzWjtVNMOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/n0_sTS_OuXM/s1600-h/amy-winehouse31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SqzWjtVNMOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/n0_sTS_OuXM/s320/amy-winehouse31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse turns 26 today, and of all the things I have to say of her, I only wish she will have a&lt;a href="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/scanner/2008/01/23-End/amy-winehouse-overdose.jpg"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;healthier future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6648821803450706063?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6648821803450706063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6648821803450706063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6648821803450706063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6648821803450706063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mrswinehouse.html' title='Happy Birthday Mrs.Winehouse'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SqzWjtVNMOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/n0_sTS_OuXM/s72-c/amy-winehouse31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6917942132587845097</id><published>2009-09-12T11:00:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:02:08.650+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>"Is Tolstoy a man or a woman?" My English prof asked!</title><content type='html'>"Is Leo Tolstoy a man or a woman?" my English prof had asked this question...as he genuinely never knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/817/000024745/leo-tolstoy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.nndb.com/people/817/000024745/leo-tolstoy.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the first row of students and I couldn't hide my anger towards such an ignorant fellow. Honestly, I was hurt. I mean, Leo Tolstoy is someone who everyone knows (at least those who are into English) as he is generally regarded as the greatest novelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am being taught by someone who doesn't know Tolstoy's gender! Had he been a chemistry prof or zoology one, I could have overlooked but English is his profession and he asked such a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to consider myself someone who holds more knowledge than the English prof, but it is his ignorance and non-curiosity towards his own field of profession is something that infuriates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, he was lecturing on&amp;nbsp; W.H. Auden's "The Unknown Citizen" and trust me I could not understand a thing. He merely translated the poem into Telugu (my mother tongue and is used extensively in college when English fails to reach the common students)&amp;nbsp; stripping&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; the poem's beauty and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost shameful to share such a thing, because back in Muscat, I was taught by an old man (pbuh) who is highly conversant in language and literature and spoke so elegantly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I did talk over the issue to my Dad (an English prof too), who asked me keep quiet on the issue and leave it to him until he realizes it all by himself&lt;br /&gt;(and let me suffer till then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6917942132587845097?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6917942132587845097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6917942132587845097' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6917942132587845097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6917942132587845097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-tolstoy-man-or-woman-my-english-prof.html' title='&quot;Is Tolstoy a man or a woman?&quot; My English prof asked!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-8752518413690178789</id><published>2009-09-05T22:49:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:17:16.788+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The saach ka samna tag!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From &lt;a href="http://ashuspeak.blogspot.com/2009/09/sach-ka-saamna-tag.html"&gt;Raphael &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are thus…&lt;br /&gt;RULE &lt;br /&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it begins...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-guilty!&lt;/b&gt; I didn't put that question over there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asked someone to marry you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Innocent&lt;/b&gt;. I was asked by someone when I was 15! It was silly to think even!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Guilty, guilty, guilty!....unto "n"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty&lt;/b&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty!&lt;/b&gt; I am not going to tell of whom it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slept in until 5 PM?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty.&lt;/b&gt; Yes or more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danced on a table in a bar?&lt;br /&gt;-innocent&lt;/b&gt;. no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty .&lt;/b&gt; many times, while other slept for History &amp;amp; English, I slept for chemistry &amp;amp; physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;-innocent.&lt;/b&gt; NO WAY! I am the Student Fabulous! Trust me, my teachers talk of me even now!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty!&lt;/b&gt; I served at my neighbour's Gujarati Restaurant - when they ran out of workers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stolen from a store?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty!&lt;/b&gt; I didn't do it for me, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty&lt;/b&gt;. ohhh yes. Once even rice grains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;-innocent&lt;/b&gt;. It is my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;-innocent.&lt;/b&gt; I am allergic to rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty.&lt;/b&gt; The one of my ancestral house...it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty!&lt;/b&gt; I suppose it is some kinda addiction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;-innocent! &lt;/b&gt;I have never been to the pool-side! The fear for water bodies developed after I got drowned in Qantab beach and had to be pulled out by Omanis...it was quite embarrasing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Made a girlfriend/boyfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;-guilty!&lt;/b&gt; Not as much as the other made me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;-innocent!&lt;/b&gt; If I use a gun in future, it would be to kill a incessantly noisy nasty dog of my neighbours that keeps me awake at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donated Blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-innocent! I was rejected - dunno why though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eaten alligator meat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Innocent!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;who made this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Innocent! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Guilty.&lt;/b&gt; If I keep telling, I keep losing'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been too honest?&lt;br /&gt;-Guilty.&lt;/b&gt; I am known for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;-Guilty!&lt;/b&gt; the best kisses are those when you kiss someone whom you shouldn't! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruined a surprise?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent!&lt;/b&gt; I always have a strong temptation to ruin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn't walk afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty...ad infinitum!&lt;/b&gt; Every time I walk out of my favourite restaurants, I struggle to reach the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erased someone in your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;-Innocent!&lt;/b&gt; I just let them be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dressed in a woman's clothes [if you're a guy] or guy's clothes [if you're a girl]?&lt;br /&gt;-Guilty&lt;/b&gt;. when I was a kid...&lt;br /&gt; But I liked Robbie Williams in She's Madonna so much! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Guilty&lt;/b&gt;. but now, I think I am ugliest one alive...with dark tan, oily pimply skin...flaky hair! Ewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had communication with your ex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Innocent&lt;/b&gt;. I slammed the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got totally drunk on the night before your exam?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Innocent!&lt;/b&gt; Expect me to be so, if I fail my exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Blogger for fucking up my format! I hope some evolution takes places in this and copies what it is asked and not what it wishes to in its own way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-8752518413690178789?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/8752518413690178789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=8752518413690178789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8752518413690178789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8752518413690178789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/09/saach-ka-samna-tag.html' title='The saach ka samna tag!!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6197381795767607493</id><published>2009-09-02T14:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:40:26.125+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>The salt-less diet</title><content type='html'>IT is the new craze down here. Ask anyone, they will tell of a million reasons to stop eating salt. In fact, eating salt is now considered as something compared to eating with hands in the western world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cychefs.com/cheftipsseptember2008%20-%20Copy_files/image015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.cychefs.com/cheftipsseptember2008%20-%20Copy_files/image015.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the diet is simple: Cook everything without salt, and less amount of oil.&lt;br /&gt;The real mess begins when we taste what we have cooked for especially&amp;nbsp; Indian cuisine demands a minimum level of salt, chilli and oil...remove them from the food..it is better to starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the diet comes with salt re-placers like groundnut powder(?), dried cabbage powder(???), til seed powder...pomegranate seed powder (??????) to add taste and nutrition to the food. Chillis are also expected to be avoided and the diet lays importance on consumption of various vegetables like cabbage, tomatoes, fruits mainly papaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This diet's proponent, Dr. Raju - who conducts various programmes to promote naturo-pathy and this diet claims that even diabetes be brought under control. He says that weight will be 'healthy' as there will be no 'fat' loss but the excess amount of water that is stored in the body will be eliminated because, salt retains excess amounts of water in body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also recommends various 'cleansing' methods of gut - some call for natural laxatives, to reduce weight.&lt;br /&gt;All is good! The weight loss is fast and easy when the diet is 'strictly' followed but then once we stop, the weight gain is also equally fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin brother who weighed 93 kilos at the start took this diet and in 3 months, he got down to 75 kilos - his dedication to this diet is awesome and he in fact improvised it by adding loads of fibre, vegetable juices, and salt-less recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am jumping, jogging, skipping (meals also) from last 4 or 5 months and having lost just 13 kilos...&lt;br /&gt;But me taking up salt less diet is almost impossible with my mom staying in India with me...she openly refused to cook without salt and she insists that salt is crucial for ion balance within the body - a complete removal of salt can put the body into dehydration and ultimately weaken the metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is truth in her words too...because the sodium is important in nerve impulse transmission as well as an important mineral, the deficiency of which can cause dizziness and cramps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am hanging between a lucrative diet and the risk of screwing up my nerve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pic source: http://www.cychefs.com ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6197381795767607493?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6197381795767607493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6197381795767607493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6197381795767607493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6197381795767607493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/09/salt-less-diet.html' title='The salt-less diet'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2388687895672803903</id><published>2009-08-26T14:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:39:24.120+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend of mine, Omnibus - tagged me on Multiply..thought I might share! ENJOY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What type of M&amp;amp;M's are your favorite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The green ones. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Gay Marriage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Should be legalised &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Lower the legal drinking age?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;18 - I am past that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Red vines or twizzler?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna eat both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Who is the best hugger that you know?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know. It never happened to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Is there something you want to tell someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, so many things to so many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What brand of shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pepe jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Would you kiss anyone on your friend's list?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*chuckles* Yup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Favorite Disney movie?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tarzan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not decided yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Have you ever dated anyone in the military?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Umm...NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Do you wanna change your name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes!...at least change its spelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Last time you saw your father?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 weeks ago...I will see him in a month's time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.What time did you wake up today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6:30am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chatting with my Indo-Filipino friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Name something you CANNOT wait to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;censored&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nice one! Do try and lemme know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2388687895672803903?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2388687895672803903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2388687895672803903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2388687895672803903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2388687895672803903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2988848064764628915</id><published>2009-08-25T13:46:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:48:23.308+04:00</updated><title type='text'>One year....so fast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still feel it was yesterday or so, seeing my sis being rushed into the operation hall somewhere near midnight, while we all waited anxiously as she gave birth to a extremely cute son...&lt;br /&gt;And here I am now at his first birthday party..with all the relatives rushing in to wish him...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it odd how fast children grow? (AH! I sound like an elder!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SpOxsBaYyjI/AAAAAAAAATs/9quntj5U0TY/s1600-h/DSC01599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SpOxsBaYyjI/AAAAAAAAATs/9quntj5U0TY/s320/DSC01599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SpOySl8X2gI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OBCojWMfct4/s1600-h/DSC01721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SpOySl8X2gI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OBCojWMfct4/s320/DSC01721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This lad, still remains un-named formally but we call him "Amy" at home! So &lt;b&gt;Happy B'day Amy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he started teething recently (oh yes, he does bite hard!)...we are eager... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2988848064764628915?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2988848064764628915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2988848064764628915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2988848064764628915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2988848064764628915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-yearso-fast.html' title='One year....so fast?'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SpOxsBaYyjI/AAAAAAAAATs/9quntj5U0TY/s72-c/DSC01599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6412796147707854740</id><published>2009-08-16T01:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:38:21.605+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts from my gr8 grndfather's bed....</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have been opening blogger, and intending to write something or the other and then leaving midday either out of boredom or laziness or remembrance of some incident or job....&lt;br /&gt;And neither do I see any of the interesting topics (I am sorry!!Muscat blogosphere is severely dull!) that provoke me to write a blog on nor there is much happening in my life now that I am blobbing to tell you all...it seems some kind of stagnant period of my life - Home&amp;gt;college&amp;gt; Home&amp;gt;College - sounds rather nerdy but yeah that hows life is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been such a long time that I have actually talked to someone on the issues I would talk on (like films, music blah blah). The recent hot topics of my mind had been Organic chemistry, DNA fingerprinting and how to bunk the English class...&lt;br /&gt;Friends are here many and they are very much unlike those at Muscat, in fact I can say both extremes of life...while my muscat friends are pompous, gaudy, promiscuous and open mined those that are here are simple, superstitious, conserved and scared (of my gigantic physique). Except one or two, I don't talk to many yet my name all around in the college...(instant fame when you are an NRI and 6 ft plus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the boring things I am into, there is something that I had been planning and pursuing -- it is restoration of our family's antiques (mostly furniture and some paintings, statues, books, manuscripts and stuff like that). At present I have shifted some of the furniture from my inhabitated ancestral house to here - which includes a bed that belonged to my great grandfather (nearly 100 years old), a table that was made by maternal grand father, a 1970 model table fan of my grandma, an undated clock....I had been also sorting ut books of my grandpa and reorganising them...though the task is time consuming but it is interesting also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I am also focussing on my weight loss once again but I am waiting for the winter to start as it is quite dangerous to change any diet in monsoon because immunity will be affected...Swine flu is not here as far as the reports go, but yes I find it very worrying that it is rampant in Muscat...so folks up there please be very careful...alert..at least wear the masks, wash your hands...Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add, now that my "A" is up there in North, I was too lazy to any move in my love life, &lt;strike&gt;I was lazy to search&lt;/strike&gt; I didn't want to deceive...but then suddenly, ppl are taking my numbers and calling me and inviting me...for a coffee/ chat or whatnot....ain't it not silly that no one turns up when you really need someone in life...but ha, whenever time is there I go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6412796147707854740?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6412796147707854740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6412796147707854740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6412796147707854740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6412796147707854740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-from-my-gr8-grndfathers.html' title='Random thoughts from my gr8 grndfather&apos;s bed....'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2405114391207799465</id><published>2009-08-10T19:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:39:59.949+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>Its raining from 8 hours....</title><content type='html'>You all know how much I hate when it rains, and my hatred increased when I broke up with my ex for my ex loved rain like hell...&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I am in the middle of true Indian monsoon, all wet, muddy and sliperry with pigs and dgs fighting in the rains pools...I feel I am drowned.&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from my college, a truck hit the pool on the road sending my croc tee (white) to all coffee colored......grrr...I wanted to call the police....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats minor when&amp;nbsp; compared to the 3 hour power cut we had today due to the rain, the news says that rain will/ may continue for next 48 hours and they may tide over the drought which otherwise will start on the South...&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to like rains - I can't imagine of being deprived of water or fighting with ladies at water tanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.wn.com/o25/ph//2009/07/12/94efedbae05b324fd2eee6d63076b528-grande.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://cdn.wn.com/o25/ph//2009/07/12/94efedbae05b324fd2eee6d63076b528-grande.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Naa...it is not&amp;nbsp; that bad, but yeah, its that foggy and watery...but one thing, rain in the paddy fields at the end of the town are an awesome vista to see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/1804785968_45e3cdca4f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/1804785968_45e3cdca4f.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But yeah...too much of rain may spoil the crops...all seems new and awe for this is the first time I am living in the countryside of&amp;nbsp; India...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2405114391207799465?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2405114391207799465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2405114391207799465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2405114391207799465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2405114391207799465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-raining-from-8-hours.html' title='Its raining from 8 hours....'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/1804785968_45e3cdca4f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-8095217281956703852</id><published>2009-08-06T16:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:46:40.323+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby back on blogging</title><content type='html'>It is just minutes my broadband has been activated and I am all in high sprits to blog and share where I am and what I am upto....bu then time is such restraint and I am equally lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am now doing bachelors in biotech - genetics somewhere down in South of India...the teachers and fellas are good...&lt;br /&gt;I living near to the college, in an apartment surrounded with antique furniture and paintings...brought from my ancestral home...&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mom are in India, so sis came to stay with us with her cute son...&lt;br /&gt;So, this bobby is lil chubby again for some time....&lt;br /&gt;India after all is a nice place to live...when with power and water.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-8095217281956703852?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/8095217281956703852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=8095217281956703852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8095217281956703852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8095217281956703852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/08/bobby-back-on-blogging.html' title='Bobby back on blogging'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-8804419541350264167</id><published>2009-05-30T08:04:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:39:01.124+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Suffering gross side-effects of Dieting</title><content type='html'>All my life, I kept trying one or another diet in my own way. Always trying to shed all the flab through some magical diet. It started when I was 15 or so and weighed a whopping 120 kilos. I took the resolve to shed all the fat and become slender but it never worked. From then on I am cutting on and on about what I am eating.&lt;br /&gt;Now, after three years I have reduced to 95 kilos - after more than 3 years of dieting, I am still in the "overweight section" of BMI.&lt;br /&gt;From the common low-fat diet to the (in)famous low-carb diet, my body went through all the stress - I never settled on one diet and at times I went extreme like all-juice diet or raw-diet. They all helped me in modifying my eating habits. Low-carb diet is one which I love and detest equally - the diet is not only bleak and tasteless but also so weakening that my mom scared I will be on IVF by the time I finish the diet. But, it worked showing such significant weight loss that I never felt with any other diet. I was weakly glad. That was a year or so ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gained the lost weight soon after that, I went back on a low fat diet. More than diet, I intentionally and successfully reduced my portion sizes - I now eat less than half what I used to eat three year ago. I have even used medicines too to induce weight loss - I used Ayurvedic medicines which called for strict diet excluding almost everything except lemons and honey and those laxatives which I used under doctor's supervision - they worked though I wouldn't recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise was something I started late, my main activity was walking/jogging but I also had lots of flexibility and stretching exercises as well. Now I have very flexible and agile body. The hard work is paying off after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sh92uSmu2dI/AAAAAAAAASk/z3V0BP9XQBc/s1600-h/x-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sh92uSmu2dI/AAAAAAAAASk/z3V0BP9XQBc/s320/x-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thats me in 2006 and now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came all those things which many don't talk about...those awful side effects of weight loss and dieting. The significant side effect in me is wrinkles on my tummy, on my toes...the skin has become rough and flaky. My hair too has lost its lustre and shine and has split ends and breaks. Though oddly my nails aren't affected, their growth however has slowed down compared to the past. The weakness has become something used to but hey I wasn't that drained off - after some deviation from diet I normally recovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more indirectly I have created those eating habits that are very unsuitable in India....you can't expect a bowl of oatmeal for morn or clear soup as a starter for lunch...it is almost impossible. The breakfast here consists of idlis or oily dosas and the lunch is a huge pile of rice with always oily curries or acidic pickles...&lt;br /&gt;But since I am eating less there isn't any weight gain! So till now glad! And once I will start living on my own - I will revert to my old eating habits which are indeed very odd for a common Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-8804419541350264167?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/8804419541350264167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=8804419541350264167' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8804419541350264167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8804419541350264167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/05/suffering-gross-side-effects-of-dieting.html' title='Suffering gross side-effects of Dieting'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sh92uSmu2dI/AAAAAAAAASk/z3V0BP9XQBc/s72-c/x-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6241350364341348771</id><published>2009-05-21T10:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:18:45.552+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Indian male habits that suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Written by Neetu in &lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_1242885744371"&gt;Harryjerry.com&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Staring Habit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males all over love to stare at women. Indian males love to keepstaring at women. They’ll stare you to death if they want to. You cantry giving them ‘the look’ in the eye but no use. Somehow their eyesare rock solid, on target. They scan you from top to bottom and left toright. Their dark eyes scan every inch of flesh on you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They have not left me - my height attracts so much looks...:(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Stinking Habit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian guys stink, to the core. Guys this is a a wake up call. Ibelieve that guys think investing in a 100 buck deodorant hurts morethan investing in stocks. Every time a guy walks by and I can feel thatdisgusting body odor. I wonder if you guys even hit the showers everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't agree more....I spend most of my money on perfumes, sprays and hair-removers&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Peeing on the streets Habit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not new. At any given time there’s an Indian guy peeingacross the street in the public right in front of a sign that says,“Yahaan peshaab karna mana hai” meaning you can’t pee here. Justbecause you guys can pee standing up doesn’t mean you must peeeverywhere. Use the public loo next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many do it - I jus don't understand from where do they all get the guts to do it!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-473"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Comment passing Habit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk across a bunch of guys and your ears automatically gear up topick up the sound signals. Every single woman in the country is sobloody used to these comments that it doesn’t bother most of themanymore. Sexually unfulfilled, testosterone charged males would makeall sorts of attempts to prove their worthiness out on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yup! Neetu is right! As a brother of many sisters, I have learned to bother the comments and commentators&amp;nbsp; and taught them (wit hand) to shut up!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Over-friendly Habit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian males tend to become over-friendly for all kinds of reasonsknown to them. Go to a public place and drop a pin, hundreds of menjump out of nowhere and battle to get that pin back to you. Thenthey’ll strike a conversation with you. They’ll want to know all sortsof personal things about you. They just don’t seem to stop. There’s afine line between being a gentleman and being uncomfortably friendly.Indian men cross the line as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay! I have to defend! Oddly, a bunch of girls tried to strike friendship with me last time at the college! Did I tell you that they were all Muslims in burqas (abaya)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am being generous in not dealing with other worse habits like "ball-scratching", splitting saliva, public nose digging and thrusting hips at others in buses.......&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry! Since I grew outside India, I don't have such habits except stink!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anything else you can think of? Please post them as comments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Note: Both Neetu and me are being practical, humorous and talking in general! If you think this hurts, kindly F*ck off! I have no time to listen to such comments! Alternatively you can laugh and move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6241350364341348771?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6241350364341348771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6241350364341348771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6241350364341348771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6241350364341348771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-5-indian-male-habits-that-suck.html' title='Top 5 Indian male habits that suck!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1625498632981019964</id><published>2009-05-18T06:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:15:16.336+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I an Indian? - or some alien with net?</title><content type='html'>I still have no clue why my internet habits are such highlight in my famlily's gossip! My uncle is all restless this weekend while I am sifting through various blogs. He stood behind me and pretending as though not looking - the same continued when I shifted for laptop! I have no clue what the hell is happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just internet and I am just a guy - whats so big deal in making fuss about it! He remarked that my cousin once said that I am an internet addict and went on n on! I am not so freak but yes I need this to keep in touch with the world! And if say something in "So! What?" manner he would say something under-breath and leave and quit talking for the next couple of days. He would treat like I am some stuffed lifeless animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I come to India, I modify myself unlike many of my friends - I try to be like..like a real resident Indian - I internally suffer coz of dirtiness, cunning mentalties and prying nature of the locals, but I supress and put on a big smile and try to be as common as possible. This includes from my table manners to my sleep timings - everything to make it up look like a real Indian walla.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am being criticised for surfing habits. When I say such things to my cousin brother, he says such things are normal and every Indian parents behave so! I don't get it! Mine too are Indian - they never touched my personal things! They never pried on me while I surfed though they are well aware that I am brainy enough to circumvent Omantel filters!! So what is my uncle's prob - I am no way to understand! I openly asked him if he wanted to install any parental filters - he can! There was no response either!&lt;br /&gt;When my parents backed me and asked my uncle to leave me as I am - he got more restless and is now noisly shifting channels! It looks ridiculous but they are elders and I can't voice out like I can't eat with a spoon - This is INDIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its frustating when someone looks like you are doing something gravely wrong when there is nothing wrong (in my perspective!) Perhaps I can never understand Indians - I wonder how much of such experiences are on the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1625498632981019964?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1625498632981019964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1625498632981019964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1625498632981019964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1625498632981019964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-indian-or-some-alien-with-net.html' title='Am I an Indian? - or some alien with net?'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-3878102175344468091</id><published>2009-05-17T11:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:16:14.897+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back onto the world....</title><content type='html'>Finally.....Finally, I am back online...that too under my name!!!&lt;br /&gt;But this internet connection has cost me almost an arm and leg...not that its that costly but I had seroius hard time convincing my uncle to let me have it. He still fears that I may spoil his son (did I tell you that he is 27 n I'm 18) via internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally refused to eat until I have net and this had created quite a stir but I needed it badly...some kind of primitive need.&lt;br /&gt;Exams over and I am out with a guy whom we will call Mr.A.for time being, gr8 guy! hv'g gr8 time!&lt;br /&gt; Odd that few weeks ago, I'm addicted to sedatives to combat chronic insomnia........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i will back soon fully with regular blogging and commenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-3878102175344468091?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/3878102175344468091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=3878102175344468091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/3878102175344468091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/3878102175344468091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-onto-world.html' title='Back onto the world....'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6119734213042775677</id><published>2009-04-04T11:59:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:15:57.731+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM leaving for India 2nite....forever and frustataed!!</title><content type='html'>What you read is true! I'm leaving Oman...I'm! Not my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to come back! Not that I don't love Oman but I have to go! I can't tell what all happened but I want leave early and I am leaving tonight! I have no intentions of coming back either! Until some people leave the country! (some ppl includes that idiot ex-buddy!)&lt;br /&gt;or I do something like...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SdcWH1hNRGI/AAAAAAAAARg/jJpkpa_FVxI/s1600-h/shoot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SdcWH1hNRGI/AAAAAAAAARg/jJpkpa_FVxI/s320/shoot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320745808642786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will need time to recover and get into public life...before I end up being violent or worse..self violent.....I just to go away from all the stuff and people for sometime!&lt;br /&gt;I may blog once in India but I can't be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have exams to deal! FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6119734213042775677?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6119734213042775677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6119734213042775677' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6119734213042775677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6119734213042775677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-leaving-for-india-2niteforever-and.html' title='I AM leaving for India 2nite....forever and frustataed!!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SdcWH1hNRGI/AAAAAAAAARg/jJpkpa_FVxI/s72-c/shoot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7748725094867633930</id><published>2009-03-30T17:28:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:39:59.949+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>More clouds, more rains, more wine...</title><content type='html'>My petite gadget is buzzing violently with the excitement of the prospects of the heavy rains tomorrow. The sky seems already bleak and extremely cloudy over Wadi Kabir. And my dad is home early - the govt people always knew it first - (though they occasionally tell whatever)&lt;br /&gt;These rains now dampen my plans for the weekend of the get-together of my friends at the near Pizza hut - depends on weather though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SdDHdBjWCgI/AAAAAAAAARY/SLjC73mMp_A/s1600-h/weure.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SdDHdBjWCgI/AAAAAAAAARY/SLjC73mMp_A/s320/weure.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;IT seems, "mother E" is taking revenge on me by giving so many cloudy days. Yuck! Sun! I'm already missing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While at home gulping my black wine, I stumbled across &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://swapnascuisine.blogspot.com/2008/12/date-wine.html"&gt;this wonderful wine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://swapnascuisine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Swapna's Cuisine  &lt;/a&gt;- a great cook blogging from Kuwait I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7748725094867633930?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7748725094867633930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7748725094867633930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7748725094867633930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7748725094867633930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-clouds-more-rains-more-wine.html' title='More clouds, more rains, more wine...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SdDHdBjWCgI/AAAAAAAAARY/SLjC73mMp_A/s72-c/weure.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7479155666166179285</id><published>2009-03-30T13:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:39:39.996+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs and love'/><title type='text'>What the hell does my ex-buddy want?</title><content type='html'>From the I arrived from India, I'm really annoyed by the fact that an ex friend of mine (who lives and works in WK) with whom I have cut all relations is still continuing to bother the hell with me.&lt;br /&gt;After a continuous friendship of two years, we had a clash on our opinions on God - he is a devout and I am an atheist - I never asked him to become like me - but he opposed my views and had a big fight uselessly on such a personal issue. Even after the fight, I continued but he started ignoring me and he started criticizing my lifestyle - and finally I have to quit! I have never seen such an idiot - who would loose a friend over a personal choice of the other. In my friends, I have everyone from religious, non believers, gays, lesbos, whites,blacks - everyone but we never discriminate each other as what they are of their choices or an involuntary genetic disposition that they can't help. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I had a really nasty ending and I thought it was over. Now he is bugging me in many ways, first he somehow befriended my neighbors who praise him day and night, and now he is targeting my societal&amp;nbsp; friends - and people who are friends with him are ignoring me and some have stopped talking to me (&lt;i&gt;I wonder what he tells them'bout me) &lt;/i&gt;. He wanted to get near to my dad and mom also - my dad himself said that he visited nearly four times while I was in India...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my loyal school friends are still with me and they knew right from the beginning how nasty he had become with me. And in fact, my "significant other" predicted such clash and asked to cut relations long before - she is so so clever!! But as usual I didn't listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT now, I actually can't understand what he wants! He is behaving like a congenital schmuck! But more cussing can make me moronic!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am only here for a few days to spend with my mom and dad and friends - so I think it is useless to think of such annoying things - so...on the brighter side, I did some shopping for me and my sis - I got new jeans and a shirt from Sana Fashions - now I think I will get more clothes - Centrpoint? I never visited it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7479155666166179285?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7479155666166179285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7479155666166179285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7479155666166179285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7479155666166179285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-hell-does-my-ex-buddy-want.html' title='What the hell does my ex-buddy want?'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5439393511450278775</id><published>2009-03-28T12:02:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:39:18.856+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>iCook: Cauliflower in Almond Tomato  sauce...</title><content type='html'>I love Cauliflower, apart from its taste, it the easiest vegetable (or flower) to cook. I cooked this yesterday as I had some guests at home. They seemed to like and asked me the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;So.here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sc3YcgXoO5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VWGdtUIWkHI/s1600-h/DSC01267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sc3YcgXoO5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VWGdtUIWkHI/s320/DSC01267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cauliflower Almond curry with &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-recipe-tamarind-rice.html"&gt;pulihora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1         medium sized cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;cut into florets&lt;br /&gt;2         medium sized tomatoes*&lt;br /&gt;1/2       cup almond paste**&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3    green chillies&lt;br /&gt;3         tpsp oil&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3     medium sized onions finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1         tsp curry powder (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1         tsp tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;1         cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1-2 tsp ginger garlic paste&lt;br /&gt;1  pint of cumin seeds&lt;br /&gt;1  pint of termeric (or red/food colour can also be used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Blanch the tomatoes (dip'em in hot water for 5 mins and peel them) and blend them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** For lazy cooks like me, almond powder is available - just mix the powder with hot water or       boiling milk. If you have almond nuts, soak them in hot water for 30-45 mins and blend them with some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take a heavy bottomed wok, add oil. Once the oil is heated, add onions - saute till they are golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Add ginger-garlic paste to the onions and fry until the raw smells leaves. Add green chillies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now a pinch of cumin seeds and add tomato paste fry until the mixture is thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Add the cauliflower florets to the wok and fry them well. Keep the lid and let them steam for 1-2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Add the curry powder and stir well. Now add almond paste and mix well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Add milk to the curry and let the cauliflower boil fully in milk for 5-10 minutes. Add turmeric or food color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If the curry isn't thick enough, you can add a tablespoon of cornflour (mix cornflour with water before adding- to avoid lumping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Add finely chopped pieces of curry leaves (optional) before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Enjoy with chapatis or rice.&lt;br /&gt;Bon apetit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5439393511450278775?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5439393511450278775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5439393511450278775' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5439393511450278775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5439393511450278775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/icook-cauliflower-in-almond-tomato.html' title='iCook: Cauliflower in Almond Tomato  sauce...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/Sc3YcgXoO5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VWGdtUIWkHI/s72-c/DSC01267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-633658591028190371</id><published>2009-03-26T15:32:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:01:07.623+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>Tip tip tip tip tip BOOM tip tip...</title><content type='html'>That is all I am hearing from last night. The lightening made me wake from my delicate sleep and I am awake from 3 am. The whole Wadi Kabir seems to be drenched with mud, water and piss (it stinks of piss when it rains) making me almost sick.&lt;br /&gt;IT is all cloudy out reminding me of some wintery drab place. I hate cloudy days, they just shut all my metabolism and I end feeling drained and fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;Added to this, I need to visit my friend today and collect some  books from him. He lives somewhere in Ruwi and I had to wait for hours to meet him. Imagine traveling on such a dull day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, my "significant-other" called and wanted to meet me. I blandly rejected the offer as I am in such languid mood, it could only make my on-off relation more cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am finally tugged into my blankets with a book (namely Collected short stories of O.Henry) and made warm with a shot of a "mixed fruit wine" which I aged for 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;But of course I have to get back to my studies by evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-633658591028190371?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/633658591028190371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=633658591028190371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/633658591028190371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/633658591028190371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/tip-tip-tip-tip-tip-boom-tip-tip.html' title='Tip tip tip tip tip BOOM tip tip...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-921752504218011594</id><published>2009-03-23T13:19:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:00:15.918+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs and love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>iCook: Channa Masala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cbobby%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" name="City" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;br&lt;/style&gt;This recipe is so nice, I love it! Though it is available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;outside, it is always better to make it at home. I learned this recipe from my&lt;br /&gt;aunt in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyondwonderful.com/images/recipes/side_dishes_chana_masala_300x450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 202px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.beyondwonderful.com/images/recipes/side_dishes_chana_masala_300x450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;1          medium           onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;6          tablespoons     vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;1          1-inch piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;    fresh ginger, minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1          tablespoon       crushed garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1–2      green chilies,&lt;br /&gt;seeded and minced&lt;/div&gt;1/2       teaspoon          red chili powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1          tablespoon       ground coriander&lt;/div&gt;1/2       teaspoon          ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1/2       teaspoon          ground turmeric&lt;/div&gt;1          cup                  water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2          cups                 chopped&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes, drained&lt;br /&gt;1          can                   garbanzo beans, drained&lt;/div&gt;1          tablespoon       amchur powder (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1          teaspoon          garam masala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Directions    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Peel and quarter the onion, place it in the food&lt;br /&gt;processor, and process until smooth. Pour off the extra liquid and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat the oil in a medium, heavy-bottomed skillet over a&lt;br /&gt;medium-high flame. When very hot, add the onion and cook until browned,&lt;br /&gt;approximately 4 to 5 minutes. Adjust the heat as needed so that the onion does&lt;br /&gt;not burn.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stir in the ginger and cook for 2 minutes; add the garlic&lt;br /&gt;and cook for another minute.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add the green chilies, chili powder, coriander, cumin, and&lt;br /&gt;turmeric, and mix to blend.&lt;/div&gt;5. Lower the heat to medium, add 1/2 cup of the water andthe tomatoes. Continue cooking and stirring for two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add the remaining water and mix well.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stir in the garbanzo beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;8. Lower the heat to medium-low and cook for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;9. Add the amchur powder and garam masala and mix well. Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;for two minutes and remove from the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Modifications:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have made the puree of tomatoes also. After frying the onions till golden brown, I added this paste little by little frying in small quantities - the trick to get the taste is to fry till the sourness of the paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To enhance the taste, I too added the paste of cashewnuts and cus-cus (poppy seeds) to the curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And don't forget to add fresh cream and butter just before serving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The recipe is from beyondwonderful.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bon aptitet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-921752504218011594?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/921752504218011594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=921752504218011594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/921752504218011594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/921752504218011594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/icook-channa-masala.html' title='iCook: Channa Masala...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4279812035103957705</id><published>2009-03-22T20:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:00:15.919+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>It's Raining!...I am missing my TV show</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden it started to rain...and in fact there is warm air and rain...odd&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway I hope it stops coz my Dish TV doesn't work when it rains, and the lightening makes it more dangerous to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today are the finals of a Telugu dance show and we missed it thanks to the weird weather. Acutally I can't understand why my dish tv only goes while raining but my Hotbird is all fine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4279812035103957705?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4279812035103957705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4279812035103957705' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4279812035103957705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4279812035103957705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-rainingi-am-missing-my-tv-show.html' title='It&apos;s Raining!...I am missing my TV show'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-9137085962860697480</id><published>2009-03-21T09:46:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:00:15.919+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs and love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>Shakey Photographer and his pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t that I don’t love my new digital camera but sometimes I feel it is absolutely useless…especially at night. I always loved night photography and I wanted my cam to capture the night shots awesomely and that stupid Malabari salesman of KMT said it will do so. But I was pretty disappointed when I learned that my camera needs to be more sophisticated (something like SLR) to get those splendid shots of night. Added to this, I am also in need of a tripod (coz my hands shake a lot)…but is it necessary? - I am only in my first steps of photography? And I must learn to click first before I fly high…right…&lt;br /&gt;When I bought this camera I was unaware of shutter speed control which is absent in my camera, therefore I cannot click anything in motion like a flying bird or a running child or a firework and even if I click, it would be something else. Anyway, one of my friends and fellow photographer said that I am over enthusiastic and any kind of learning needs time and practice from simple then complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So while I was in India where I always hang the camera around coz India is one of those places that is so diverse and surprising, I don’t want to miss a shot. (And a place to show off too!) One of the noted photographer said so of India, “Sit in one corner of the street [of Delhi] and click and you will click for lifetime as every moment is different yet beautiful.”&amp;nbsp; Despite of filling up my laptop and EHD with 1000s of picture, I still feel that I have missed some shots. Most of the pictures are shot within the family in various moods and moments, some of the locals and landscapes, flowers and at times children… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The following are some shots from my sister’s garden and her roses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJOKOpYII/AAAAAAAAAP4/BZLDwiYvYlw/s1600-h/DSC00690d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJOKOpYII/AAAAAAAAAP4/BZLDwiYvYlw/s320/DSC00690d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJYz96K7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/YwT8yAC5izo/s1600-h/DSC00698d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJYz96K7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/YwT8yAC5izo/s320/DSC00698d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJT5SsTMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Vd0YWlzWw-M/s1600-h/DSC00695d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJT5SsTMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Vd0YWlzWw-M/s320/DSC00695d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what these flowers are called...Gill any help? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a are="" be="" called,="" can="" don="" gill="" help.="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJT5SsTMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Vd0YWlzWw-M/s1600-h/DSC00695d.jpg" i="" know="" may="" ones="" style="font-family: inherit;" t="" these="" what="" yellow=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a are="" be="" called,="" can="" don="" gill="" help.="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJT5SsTMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Vd0YWlzWw-M/s1600-h/DSC00695d.jpg" i="" know="" may="" ones="" t="" these="" what="" yellow=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJfftWDuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lVe-w9SzHD4/s1600-h/DSC00705d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJfftWDuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lVe-w9SzHD4/s320/DSC00705d.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJm3qvbgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pxCUa9Jp3Ac/s1600-h/DSC00775d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJm3qvbgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pxCUa9Jp3Ac/s320/DSC00775d.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;These violet flowers smell like garlic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;And despite how much I despise my camera at night, I was somehow able to capture these pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPMWd4__7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/0_7-YOofkaw/s1600-h/DSC01047d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPMWd4__7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/0_7-YOofkaw/s320/DSC01047d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;These were the lamps set up at a local temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPMgOPJWTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FyjzSWLHwNE/s1600-h/DSC01065d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPMgOPJWTI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FyjzSWLHwNE/s320/DSC01065d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;And of course the flashy and flamboyant decorations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do tell me how the pics are! There are many more to come - of my nephews and houses...very soon...so keep visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s &lt;/b&gt;I had some HTML probs when posting this post,though I solved'em but do inform me if the post doesn't load properly. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-9137085962860697480?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/9137085962860697480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=9137085962860697480' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/9137085962860697480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/9137085962860697480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/shakey-photographer-and-his-pics.html' title='Shakey Photographer and his pics'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ScPJOKOpYII/AAAAAAAAAP4/BZLDwiYvYlw/s72-c/DSC00690d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5724476491777221635</id><published>2009-03-19T15:42:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:00:15.919+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affairs and love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>spring cleaning...heart cleaning</title><content type='html'>This happens always...whenever we leave Dad at home - leave and return to see a hell out of it!&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've been away for whole three months, the home is like anything...papers, books, ash, vessels, leftovers, clothes...and the list is endless. &lt;br /&gt;Well, it took me and mom to get back everything in shape, but we are not still satisfied...we finished with kitchen and hall...and bathrooms are to be done (their condition is unexplainable) &lt;br /&gt;Meantime I have finish some studying also...and my significant other called up -so there may be a date on Saturday. But I dunno if we can make it becoz both of us are having exams that very day...weird. &lt;br /&gt;What is more weird is find the stuff(a gift) of an ex-buddy inside my house - dad said that he wanted to re-establish the relationship - which infuriated me...I mean he was the one who started the fight, he blamed me and made my parents shout at me (they never do this  usually)...and now he wants be back...errrrr....I hope some devil fucks him to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..well that for now...I am enjoying the sun here and it is indeed awesome...I didn't call anyone that I'm here...neither do I wish to as I am going to stay for a very less time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5724476491777221635?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5724476491777221635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5724476491777221635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5724476491777221635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5724476491777221635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning...heart cleaning'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2613511901870291390</id><published>2009-03-18T16:38:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:00:15.920+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>I am BACK in Muscat!!!!!! 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Isn’t this heaven? &amp;nbsp;(And I am almost nude! Only 10% of the body is covered at present) Well yes home is heaven and I am really fucking happy that I am home…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the while I was in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, I spent my days at my uncle’s house in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or at my sister’s in PPD – both the places were good, they have the basal facilities but they are not homely. I am glad that I will have nothing to do there for the next couple of months at least. But next year, when I will be joining my degree – I will live near to my sister’s and of course will live alone…I am elated and anxious…I could have done degree in Oman but simply, I want to be on myself…which means that I will have to face the negative consequences of life too…living alone is not easy moreover my lifestyle and India make it more tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And in the short time that I have in Oman, I have too many things to cover up…I have to get my laptop cleaned and formatted and I am thinking of installing Windows 7 – if available in the market or on net. I would have to visit CFO and get my mark sheet from there. Apart from these I also need to do some shopping – particularly clothes for me and my sis (And I’m very lazy to shop). If all done in time, I want spend time with mom and dad as I will be staying far from now on for very long periods… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But before that I need to prepare for my finals coming up in April-May and I am really running off time…I hope with right time management (I never mastered this in my life and I try to, I fuck up the whole ) I well can get over the finals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok guys, I will keep on posting more and of course there is lot to read too in all your blogs…so get ready for my comments! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And do wish me best of luck for final revision!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2613511901870291390?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2613511901870291390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2613511901870291390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2613511901870291390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2613511901870291390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-back-in-muscat-almost-nude.html' title='I am BACK in Muscat!!!!!! Almost nude.........'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4402526116935931202</id><published>2009-02-15T14:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:31:23.884+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>This too shall pass....</title><content type='html'>Actually that is what I have been saying to myself from the last few weeks and it seems like my life is still and passing....&lt;br /&gt;I have finished with those tests and I don't know of the results. My mom is still happy with her grandson and having her dentures fixed (she is now grandmom..) and I am in that same ol' Hyderabad where I split my time btwn books and TV.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin bro does take me out regularly but somehow I feel as though I am dead!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Leave it! there's lot to live! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Valentine's Day is up...uh! I am bombarded with news that Valentine's Day is banned in India, I don't know how far it is true but Sri Rama Sena had said so! (To be frank I derive no inspirational values from either Ramayana or Mahabharatha....they seem like some tele serials for the then people. Completely confusing and useless....coz to live a good life you don't need to be some scholar in Puranas or religious txts. Helping others will suffice. )I am still ashamed that parties like Sri Rama Sena and Shiv Sena (at times BJP) are not banned in India. Renuka Chowdary had been shouting that some action should be taken on such religious addicted&amp;nbsp; parties.&amp;nbsp; I think until&amp;nbsp; she&amp;nbsp; starts&amp;nbsp; biting&amp;nbsp; people will not listen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, despite such hot things, I am happy that Indian lovers are all ready to blow themselves off on 14th. I am eager to see Hyderabad on 14th &lt;br /&gt;The Best Valentine's Day I had was 2 years back, my ex and me....I think in garden....and last year was the horrible one as that was the day I knew I am about to split up...If I was in Muscat I could have spent the day to myself or with some friend &lt;br /&gt;Well this year I am intending to sleep the whole day as I am sleepless for last 2 nights...(this fucking weather here.....it is cold and hot and cold...I have come out and in of my quilts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rosecitychocolates.com/images/24PieceVeganHeartOpen2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://www.rosecitychocolates.com/images/24PieceVeganHeartOpen2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish you all a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And do post your experiences....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I hope that "this fucking boring period of my life&amp;nbsp; too shall pass."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4402526116935931202?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4402526116935931202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4402526116935931202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4402526116935931202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4402526116935931202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass....'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-8573104398825434900</id><published>2009-01-22T14:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:00:15.920+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Still alive...in a strange way...</title><content type='html'>A lot to write of many things which include my new found interest in gardening, shaving and hanging out but not now...&lt;br /&gt;All this time I was trying to get my wifi and I could not get it and finally gave up..when it will arrive...I will see to it...&lt;br /&gt;SO, guys whats up? I actually need to ask this as I have no clue what the heck is going on with the outr world and forget about Oman. (btw did we really win the gulf cup!!!!)I was pretty busy as you &lt;strike&gt;see &lt;/strike&gt;read, I am now having my practicals in my college..so bit clumsy dusting off my mind..and books....&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am getting bored to hell in here as I am NOT with my LAPTOP, iPOD and not even a PEN DRIVE.&amp;nbsp; They are all seized from me by my sis who felt that I spend more time with them than with my books.(Don't believe her)&lt;br /&gt;I know it is odd as it is without internet and now not even a laptop Uggh!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is a friend of mine (real and good one) who blogs (I think) awesome: &lt;a href="http://kiran666.blogspot.com/%20"&gt;Kiran&lt;/a&gt; do visit him and encourage him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: to Jana I will edit that post soon&lt;br /&gt;to Gill thanks for putting me in the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU ALL and UR BLOGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Bollozou&lt;br /&gt;hoping to become normal again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-8573104398825434900?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/8573104398825434900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=8573104398825434900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8573104398825434900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8573104398825434900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-alivein-strange-way.html' title='Still alive...in a strange way...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5616388810287720730</id><published>2009-01-07T08:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:49:36.625+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Random Things about me...</title><content type='html'>Mean Reds in Muscat had tagged me...long time ago..but you know, so MRM I am sorry for sucha late response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am the 2nd&amp;nbsp; winner of the Neurological Science Quiz 2008 conducted by Nizam's Institiute of Medical Sciences - I was even awarded a medal for this thing - I participated in many quizzes&amp;nbsp; and my dream is to become one day a quiz master like Anne Robinson and teach the Bollywood stars (who know nothing and host quiz shows ) a lesson&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;~~ the fun part was that I left the school I represented the next week after the quiz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am with Mean Reds when it comes to marriage - I don't get it why people bug me and my opinions on marriage - guys I am just 18! And when I conformed to my mom that I will NEVER marry - she started crying - I simply don't get it!&amp;nbsp; Is it obligatory to marry someone to live a happy life -- I don't think so...I love loneliness! I think after 3 break ups I have become selfish and narcissist!!&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my sis - who was eager to turn 18 so that she could be married -- she forced my parents to get her married early to her lover boy - who is a son of my uncle (mom's bro)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Though you may find it hard or weird....I know A-to-Z of make-up! I know hows and whats of this science -- though I never tried my knowledge on anyone else other than my sister...who is pretty impressed by my skills...but I can't figure out when and where I learned it....and my fave is smoky eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I haven't cooked anything since I have come to India - it gets complicated here coz Indians (my family)&amp;nbsp; feel that kitchen is a woman's place and if you have cock - you better not cook ! -- I know stupid -- sometimes I feel like cooking such people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Coffee in India sucks - I have tried everything from Bru to Sunrise - I don't get the taste I enjoyed in&amp;nbsp; Oman - and it is so sugary -I think the coffee itself is some 3000 calories...how do these people drink this (making weird noises while drinking ....zuuurrrrrrr....zuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...zurrr..uffff.zrrr) and enjoy that - I wish I could drag them to some Starbucks or Cafe Latierre! I am eager for some good coffee - Oh I am starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My toy box never contained anything violent like guns, racing cars...the normal boy's stuff I simply feel that I&amp;nbsp; never like anything violent - even in gaming&amp;nbsp; I never played anything like Quake or Hitman! (they are my sis's )...the last game I played was nearly 4 years ago and it was Tarzan...my sis is playing Tomb Raider! - she should in Indian Armed Forces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the USB modem I ordered was rejected because I need to be a local ( any idiot fucker who lives in Hyderabad, even a terrorist will get this but I wouldn't WTF!) to get that and as I am living with my uncle...I am no local so I am rejected -- I thought I am in India which is one country and I am in my own state - Andhra Pradesh - not in some Andaman and Nicobar - so why am I not a local I don't get it!!&lt;br /&gt;So what, I am going to get the modem from my sis's place -- under my sis's name!! I am very cunning haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5616388810287720730?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5616388810287720730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5616388810287720730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5616388810287720730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5616388810287720730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2009/01/six-random-things-about-me.html' title='Six Random Things about me...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1367487787247649119</id><published>2008-12-30T12:09:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:00:15.920+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>belated Christmas wishes n happy new year!!!</title><content type='html'>First, sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; for not being able to blog for such a long time! I was at my sister's house all these day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; having fun with her 4 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt; and other members of the family and I had no access to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; there...no time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed the Christmas badly, I think I almost forgot time there!!! I am sorry!!&lt;br /&gt; So wishing you all a happy new year,&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing that at least in 2009, India will have cleaner roads, minds and keyboards....&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I will be soon in Muscat, within next 10 days...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yahoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is that I will stay in Muscat only for a short period of time - perhaps 15 days - shit! I have my finals coming in march -o0o- gotta work for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also soon get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; modem  soon which is supposed to look something like this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crushpress.com/Images/R/Reliance-MG880-Modem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.crushpress.com/Images/R/Reliance-MG880-Modem.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool right!&lt;br /&gt;I gave the order today, and that salesman said it will work in my sister's place it better should!!&lt;br /&gt;I am juggling with time at present...so guys and gals take care.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with less than 30 hours before we enter into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hope filled&lt;/span&gt; 2009 I wish everyone a happy and extremely safe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops: I will soon visit all your blogs and will comment........I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; super busy right now! Thanks a lot for visiting my blog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1367487787247649119?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1367487787247649119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1367487787247649119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1367487787247649119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1367487787247649119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/belated-christmas-wishes-n-happy-new.html' title='belated Christmas wishes n happy new year!!!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2712698117677453917</id><published>2008-12-28T01:38:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:38:00.882+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Maggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2002_Harry_Potter_and_the_Chamber_of_Secrets/harry_potter_and_the_chamber_of_secrets_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2002_Harry_Potter_and_the_Chamber_of_Secrets/harry_potter_and_the_chamber_of_secrets_005.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like everyone else of my age, I first saw Dame Maggie Smith in Harry Potter films as Prof. Minerva McGonagall . I loved her from that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I saw her in "A room with a view"  and David Copperfield. She and Judi Dench are a bliss to together on screen.&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the most versatile and beautiful actress I have ever seen. Though I did not see her in her very old films, she seems very beautiful even though she is old...&lt;br /&gt;She turns 74 today, lets hope that she live many more years and have a peaceful and healthy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Happy Birthday Dame Maggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i307/angelicdevils/Maggie-36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i307/angelicdevils/Maggie-36.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2712698117677453917?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2712698117677453917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2712698117677453917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2712698117677453917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2712698117677453917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-bday-maggie.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Maggie'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2509079278823846920</id><published>2008-12-24T10:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:02:27.260+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>How to lose 3 kgs...</title><content type='html'>I am not kidding like those stupid dieting sites, but sharing my personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost an astonishing amont of 3 kilos in just a month. The diet is simple and flexible. After years of frustation on weight loss and the info I gathered on dieting has lead me to make my own way of diet. I am fed up with low calorie diets and low carb diets give me energy drains. I am a vegetarian Indian whose staple food is rice with vegetables! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is simple and easy to learn:&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;u&gt;the first whole month j&lt;/u&gt;ust reduce what you are eating, not excessively but notable reduction of what you are eating and a must of 10-15-30 minutes brisk walk - do not use any machines - even treadmill - just walk on the platform. Weight loss may not be seen immediately but you will feel lighter. If you have any signs of weakness or energy drains - STOP THE DIET IMMEDIATELY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The second month&lt;/u&gt;,&amp;nbsp; if you drink fizzy drinks like me - change diet cola - once in a week and give up all the other junk foods, eating fruits is not a must. I am not a fan of calorific calculations - if you want you can go low calorie. Walking of 30-45mins - 1 hour is a must.The weight loss is significant..&lt;b&gt;it is in this month I lost my first 3 kgs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help you ease the stress, you can have a break once in every week - that chosen day you can eat whatever you want, but from the third month you will have to stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The third month&lt;/u&gt;, is a hardcore month. Increase your fiber levels in the food. No junk food at all - the exercise should include a 15-30 mins additional time to your regular walking. Fruits is a must - at least 1 per day! &lt;br /&gt;The weight loss may occur or may not - If you do not loose your weight, don't be discouraged - measure yourself and you might find your are loosing inches. Don't be obsessive to lose weight fast - it is fatal. So your goal for three months should be a total loss of 5 kilos at the most&lt;br /&gt;After the three months, give yourself a break - eat well and good food but make sure you do not gain weight again! &lt;br /&gt;Start the process all over again when you feel the need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other instruction and rules include:&lt;br /&gt;Never miss your walking sessions especially in the first two months. &lt;br /&gt;Take lemon juice with honey every morn b/f eating anything. This reduces the weakness caused by the food reduction and also gives a full feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Drink lots of water! - the most important - nothing less than 4 liters. &lt;br /&gt;Try it! Modify it to your lifestyle and I am sure it will work if you do it with dedication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2509079278823846920?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2509079278823846920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2509079278823846920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2509079278823846920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2509079278823846920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-lose-3-kgs.html' title='How to lose 3 kgs...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Muscat, Oman</georss:featurename><georss:point>23.6138199 58.5922413</georss:point><georss:box>23.6039894 58.577650299999995 23.6236504 58.6068323</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-3125329524988481921</id><published>2008-12-22T04:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:01:31.546+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>The most hated printer of the world...</title><content type='html'>I am&amp;nbsp; stuck with a HP F4180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.tigerdirect.com/SkuImages/gallery/large/H24-CB584A-a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.tigerdirect.com/SkuImages/gallery/large/H24-CB584A-a.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP f4180 is one of those new&amp;nbsp; printers which come with scanner, printer and xerox in it. I have no clue why my Dad bought it (Imagine my surprise when I find this device after I returned from India he bought it when i was away), may be coz of xerox...&lt;br /&gt;Dad got it this August from the Lulu Hypermarket - I am sure he is cheated by some oil haired Malbari salesman...oh poor dad! &lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I print very less - can be said negligible but I scan a hell lot. I have photos, drawings, designs, notebook, articles everything....I need a very good scanner with the best OCR software..but the scanner in this printer is so awkward&amp;nbsp; and useless. It can't recognize any letters from any printed text. And the photos too seem dull so are the drawings. The only fucking facility it gives is xerox which consumes my ink like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 desktops and one laptop scattered in my house and this printer should be able to to render itself to all the systems, I simply can't figure, even after following all the instructions to network this printer, it doesn't print if the order is not from its main computer. I am really fed up with this whole thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my old Lexmark and Benq are, if I don't see them soon, this printer is going out of window...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-3125329524988481921?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/3125329524988481921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=3125329524988481921' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/3125329524988481921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/3125329524988481921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-hated-printer-of-world.html' title='The most hated printer of the world...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4126283393152179080</id><published>2008-12-20T10:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:01:31.546+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>Photography Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1m8gNtHPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RkKsBoQM7xc/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1m8gNtHPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RkKsBoQM7xc/s320/DSC00288.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No it is not dew, I sprinkled water ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1ntdaai7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/AJsgQ4xTMUk/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1ntdaai7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/AJsgQ4xTMUk/s320/DSC00294.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These cute lil balls seem to grow competitively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1pi6ddGlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SqJP4r9bF6I/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1pi6ddGlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SqJP4r9bF6I/s320/DSC00353.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found 100Bz on terrace....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1qM2P4DLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vpUanS53ZB4/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1qM2P4DLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vpUanS53ZB4/s320/DSC00309.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In Oman, even sunset is bright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1q82uJmjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B9T0PgNW7I0/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1q82uJmjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B9T0PgNW7I0/s320/DSC00198.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;B 4 *Bobby*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;From the time I got my cam, I have been clicking incessantly. These are the few chosen ones which express my urge to become the best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What do you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4126283393152179080?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4126283393152179080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4126283393152179080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4126283393152179080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4126283393152179080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/photography-addiction.html' title='Photography Addiction'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1m8gNtHPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RkKsBoQM7xc/s72-c/DSC00288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7450779049652706925</id><published>2008-12-18T07:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:37:00.278+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Indian Noodles -  Bachelor's kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1j8zsas2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/krTCXmBThR0/s1600-h/DSC00373n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1j8zsas2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/krTCXmBThR0/s320/DSC00373n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodles&lt;br /&gt;Carrot - 1&lt;br /&gt;Tomato - 1&lt;br /&gt;Onion - 1&lt;br /&gt;Beetroot - few shredded &lt;br /&gt;(all finely chopped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Procedure:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boil the noodles and drain the water and keep aside.&lt;br /&gt;- In a pan, add oil, add rosemary,fenugreek seeds, mustard seeds&lt;br /&gt;- Add onions, carrot and fry.&lt;br /&gt;- Add the flavor that came with noodles&lt;br /&gt;- Add the boiled noodles and mix.&lt;br /&gt;- Garnish with the beetroot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Side dish - &lt;i&gt;optional&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1j_g1PQrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SNWP4H_nXes/s1600-h/DSC00374n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1j_g1PQrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SNWP4H_nXes/s320/DSC00374n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strike&gt;obsessed with&lt;/strike&gt; addicted to yogurt so I mixed some yogurt with some raw garlic and added just a pinch of coriander powder and garlic-chili powder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7450779049652706925?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7450779049652706925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7450779049652706925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7450779049652706925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7450779049652706925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/indian-noodles-bachelors-kitchen.html' title='Indian Noodles - &lt;i&gt; Bachelor&apos;s kitchen&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST1j8zsas2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/krTCXmBThR0/s72-c/DSC00373n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7951789110823428269</id><published>2008-12-16T10:00:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:00:00.742+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Indian Fried Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2 cups basmati rice&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;250 g green beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;250 g peas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;salt 1/2 teaspoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;chili powder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cinnamon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon garam&amp;nbsp; masala &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3 teaspoons ghee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;8 cloves minced garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1/4 cup cashews nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STzoXGHdTYI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZDQjupqzu6Y/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STzoXGHdTYI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZDQjupqzu6Y/s320/DSC00112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Directions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1. Boil a medium pot of salted water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Stir in the rice and boil for 10 minutes (until done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3.Drain the rice and set aside to cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Cut all the vegetables into long pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;5.Pour the ghee in the frying pan and add the garlic and cashew nuts and sauté&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;6. Stir the mixture until slightly browned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;7. Add the vegetables and fry until they are fully cooked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;8. Add the spices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;9. Add the rice, stirring well to coat with the spices, and fry until heated through and well mixed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Recipe from: &lt;a href="http://www.thecookduke.com/indian-fried-rice-recipe/"&gt;cook duke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Modifications:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't cook the rice before, instead I added washed raw rice to the frying pan, along with veggies and made the rice fry for few moments (I like to get that brown tinge on the rice).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I then added boiling water to the pan. (Water+ Knorr Rice flavor cube &amp;amp; 1 cup rice*2 cups water)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As I cooked this recipe for dad, I made it more spicy with lots of chillis and un-ground masala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have added carrots, beetroot too. I have no intentions of using ghee (clarified butter) instead I use sunflower oil or corn oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STzpKNy_PdI/AAAAAAAAANk/SzvozhFnUFI/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STzpKNy_PdI/AAAAAAAAANk/SzvozhFnUFI/s320/DSC00115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And my side-dish is Raita - just add some shredded onions , carrots, corriander to whisked curd. Et voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you want this also spicy, you can add green chillies or some garlic chilli powder (from Nensey's )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bon appetit !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7951789110823428269?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7951789110823428269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7951789110823428269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7951789110823428269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7951789110823428269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/recipe-indian-fried-rice.html' title='Recipe: Indian Fried Rice'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STzoXGHdTYI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZDQjupqzu6Y/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2425513288620417606</id><published>2008-12-16T08:56:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:33:34.717+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><title type='text'>We are really high after Mumbai Attacks</title><content type='html'>I don't get it! Something bad(attacks of Mumbai) happens somewhere then every one at public places is checked and made sniffed by Extra Sensory Perception dogs ( I abhor dogs esp those black giants) for a month or two and then everything becomes normal again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the fear of further attacks on other major cities like Hyderabad, "strict" measures have been taken to ensure that no one with anything like coins or key chains or nail files are allowed inside into places like airports and railway stations!&lt;br /&gt;So, as it happens always, I have travel in such hard times as we are not ""allowed"" to stay in the house of the deceased...after the final ceremony of my grandma we head homes - but wait you can't go to your homes straight from the house of deceased. Beautiful! Fuck those Bramins&lt;br /&gt;So travelling nearly for 12 hours in the blessed Indian railways to go to my home, with just a half an hour away from home we have decided to spend sometime in hotel....24 hours fucking hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at all these ports - 3 railway stations , I was checked thoroughly by pot bellied cops to big booped dogs... especially at the Hyderabad railway station I was even asked to remove my shoes and belt...&lt;br /&gt;what annoys me is that only just a handful of people really going through all these tests the rest simply go from the sides of the metal detector door and the cops don't even say a thing! Fuck the system, not to mention if the guy is someone known to cops!&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, the security measures kept to prevent any further attacks is nothing but a show by the Indian government...the are inefficient and idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;So once in the train another cop waves the metal detector in to air, I never knew that air has metallic weapons!!! he is supposed to check us not air - all the while he was doing that waving thing , he was talking to someone on mobile-- Am I @@~#$ - eww! Indians Indians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If such a situation continues we can never be efficient - and become a more easy target to the terrorists - and the cops - fire them all from all over the India - get them spanked or whatever - fuck them to hell until they take their job more seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is from the hotel's Cafe with cute (but dirty - like someone threw up or cummed on this keyboard) Logitech keyboard - that's for now as I have buy Dettol to wash my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next post I will tell you what happened on my grandma's final ceremony day and how happy the others are and how unhappy I am about the whole thing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2425513288620417606?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2425513288620417606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2425513288620417606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2425513288620417606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2425513288620417606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-really-high-after-mumbai-attacks.html' title='We are really high after Mumbai Attacks'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2993080446822770418</id><published>2008-12-13T13:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:09:00.039+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The edibilities and inedibilties</title><content type='html'>There are somethings which are edible and some inedible.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those things which hang between these two categories (like &lt;a href="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/0/128/128918.jpg"&gt;edible underwear...&lt;/a&gt; my GF's fetish)&lt;br /&gt;But I came across this weird thing - categorized under edible things - believe me, it took 15 mintues to cut it with my spoons and other 15 minutes to chew...&lt;br /&gt;What is it? The box says a Turkish Delight - Lourak something something.&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing but, sweetened cornflour - and hardened by something - you can use it as brick.&lt;br /&gt;AW! My teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST06zcooKAI/AAAAAAAAANs/0uqi8TMDn-E/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST06zcooKAI/AAAAAAAAANs/0uqi8TMDn-E/s320/DSC00280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2993080446822770418?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2993080446822770418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2993080446822770418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2993080446822770418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2993080446822770418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/edibilities-and-inedibilties.html' title='The edibilities and inedibilties'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST06zcooKAI/AAAAAAAAANs/0uqi8TMDn-E/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2732549713218335011</id><published>2008-12-13T11:14:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:26:26.830+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>What is wrong with you ppl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Now that is not something which applies to the cafe keyboard I'm typing on but on the whole, the whole city looks a lot neater and clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the other art where Indians top (no! not reproducing -in that they top even rats!) is their driving skills! It was just yesterday when I thought of the whole two hours I spent in an auto rickshaw, I will end up dying and meet my freshly dead granny! The whole vehicles seem to pour on my little auto - I get so fucking scared that there were butterflies in my stomach! &lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.angryinoman.blogspot.com"&gt;Angry&lt;/a&gt;in not living here - she would have at least gone in coma if not worse...The driver managed to get through two huge traffic jams to take me to the destination. He must be having super driving skills - at least he knows how to crawl his vehicle&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pollution, &lt;br /&gt;Many of the Indians are black, some significant are brown and some few are white! In here, the pollution is sop high that it turns everyone black - creating a perma-dermis of grime and what not!Apart from blackening, I am literally choking to death when I am stepping on the roads...&amp;nbsp; my poor lungs!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Bramins&lt;br /&gt;these people are those who conduct prayers - they are priests! &lt;br /&gt;I don't like this kind of people - coz- if I ever had to communicate with god, I know how to do it! Not someone who has read some mantras and&amp;nbsp; going act like an service provider No thanks! - It is me and god - if he ever exists in the first place, so just get it that I don't like pundits/priests/ bramins&lt;br /&gt;To conduct the death ceremonies of my granny, a pundit (unusually of my age) has asked to get a large list of things which also includes stuff like "cow shit"...&lt;br /&gt;Now, to say the whole list had cost us somewhere 5000 (RO 50) - instead would not it be nice if we spend those money to some orphans kids?!&lt;br /&gt;Instead of filling this priest's ass and he cannot even know / tell me if my granny's soul is happy or not?&lt;br /&gt;I hate Ritualistic nature of Hinduism...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, I cannot express my anti-ritualistic theories to this fucking ritual addicted people - even if I do, they will fuck me to hell!!1 - whats even more odd is that, becoz of my granny's death none other than the people of the same surname should touch us! - how sick! first the whole family is drenched in sadness and then you remind this bad event by simply keeping them away coz you may get "impure" by touching us!!! Fuck you ppl!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;that's that for the last 48 hours and I think I will have really bad time with all this mechant things here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am going to screw this cafe guy now for this keyboard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2732549713218335011?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2732549713218335011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2732549713218335011' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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78.95359</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6646179338518679544</id><published>2008-12-11T09:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:26:26.831+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Safe and cold in Hyderabad!</title><content type='html'>I have arrivedinHyderabadthis morningthrough that very stupid airport which now seemed like a huge glass house!&lt;br /&gt;Iam stuck wit a very loose keyboard in this petite cafeso forgive me for the mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesd it is fucking cold here in and soo foggyI can't see a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holidays&lt;br /&gt;I' be backsoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6646179338518679544?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6646179338518679544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6646179338518679544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6646179338518679544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6646179338518679544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/safe-and-cold-in-hyderabad.html' title='Safe and cold in Hyderabad!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5242047097314999143</id><published>2008-12-10T20:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:26:26.832+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Off to India...</title><content type='html'>By the time you are reading this, I might be somewhere up in the sky, in one of those teeny weensy seats of our Oman Air, heading for Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;This visit to India is something which I wish gets over fast as I want to be back in Muscat as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;I think, if all goes well I will be back within 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;SO guys, au revoir till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5242047097314999143?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5242047097314999143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5242047097314999143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5242047097314999143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5242047097314999143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/off-to-india.html' title='Off to India...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-3473645573316475554</id><published>2008-12-10T19:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:03:00.536+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Freeze  - but you won't be bored</title><content type='html'>I am unsure whether I will get to blog when I am in India, so I decided to put up some random post in schedule – I got the post till the end of this month. I will in the meantime also try to blog if I get time and chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will like the post, which I have written and will be posted. I am surely going to miss you all gals and guys! I think I have weaved myself so much into the Muscat’s Blogging community that life becomes blank fuck  without commuting with you all people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, take care ppl!&lt;br /&gt;Keep blogging, keep visiting, keep commenting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-3473645573316475554?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/3473645573316475554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=3473645573316475554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/3473645573316475554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/3473645573316475554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-freeze-but-you-wont-be-bored.html' title='Blog Freeze  - but you won&apos;t be bored'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-5920533056543661716</id><published>2008-12-10T12:35:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:15:02.916+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Magic Case of Wadi Kabir -- Part 2</title><content type='html'>Things have gone more complex now!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The saints who prmised a cure within a week failed...I am not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Her hands now have gone into a strange tinge of blue-green ( My fears of complete clotting of blood/ stopping of circulation of blood have come true ) and she has lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;Only improvement is that the attacks of that old woman have reduced. &lt;br /&gt;She now talks and walks but she is extremely weak and can be seen crying at many times because of the pain in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is on medicines too. The doctors of Sama have said that the pain is the indication of the unblocking of nerves/ veins in her hands. (I can't rely on them either!)&lt;br /&gt;She is going to leave to India, for better treatement (-wonder if it is again some saints or some good dcotors-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor lady! lets hope to see her better soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-5920533056543661716?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/5920533056543661716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=5920533056543661716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5920533056543661716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/5920533056543661716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-magic-case-of-wadi-kabir-part-2.html' title='Black Magic Case of Wadi Kabir -- Part 2'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-191426736437658261</id><published>2008-12-10T07:00:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:38:43.711+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imposter Syndrome whilst shopping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;When you are fifty, and a grandparent you simply become the most messiest person on the face of earth..yup I am talking of my parents! Mom and Dad all of a sudden realized that their new-born grandson requires a sweater for this winter and they want to make sure that they get him his first winter gear.&lt;br /&gt;So, by evening I find myself in Sana Fashions, holding a basket and perhaps looking like a dog who is suffering from claustrophobia - my mom has decided to see everything that fits her grandson and is busy imagining him in them while hogging brains of two salesmen all the time talking to Dad on mobile, who is struck in traffic jam...telling him the color, texture etc...&lt;br /&gt;She was seeking my opinion too, I asked her to call Sis instead of pestering me! My attention drifted as an Indian mother (faux-jeune) and her daughter (some 13-15) entered into the row!&lt;br /&gt;They too were shopping some winter clothes and when I heard English accent of that daughter - it was American - I was impressed...on quiet observation of her accent, she was trying to speak like Americans - now why would someone want to do such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;You are an Indian - not an American - you simply don't need to copy their accent! That would mean self disrespect - one more thing, one must encourage people to speak in their mother language&lt;br /&gt;Take my family for example, apart from Telugu which is our mother language (and also the largest spoken language of India, after Hindi)&lt;br /&gt;I know: Hindi, French, Gujarati, English&lt;br /&gt;Mom knows: Hindi, English, bit of Tamil&lt;br /&gt;Dad knows: Hindi, Sanskrit, French n English&lt;br /&gt;Sis knows: Hindi, English and Gujarati&lt;br /&gt;despite this we never anything speak other than Telugu in day today life, and when we talk the other languages all we bother is a correct pronunciation and grammar.&lt;br /&gt;Many Indian parents think it is fashionable to speak English (with grammatical and pronunciation mistakes that give me suicidal thoughts) with their kids but they don't understand how stupid they are...use English when needed but not for everything!&lt;br /&gt;English is essential when in interaction with other people who doesn't know your mother tongue!&lt;br /&gt;WHY am I blabbering all this? SPEAK in your language - your mother tongue, because &lt;a href="http://www.survival-international.org/news/3086"&gt;every 2 weeks one language dies&lt;/a&gt; - it should not be your mother tongue! Got it! So speak it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST7NXsDhGYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/N0h-U1-shyw/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST7NXsDhGYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/N0h-U1-shyw/s200/DSC00014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes getting back to shopping, we got a nice cute dark green sewn sweater, a skull cap and some socks...after a hell of 2 hrs n 45 mins, I am out of a cloth cage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written on Dec 9Th - 11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-191426736437658261?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/191426736437658261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=191426736437658261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/191426736437658261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/191426736437658261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/imposter-syndrome-whilst-shopping.html' title='Imposter Syndrome whilst shopping...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/ST7NXsDhGYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/N0h-U1-shyw/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7257215312623264722</id><published>2008-12-08T07:58:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:58:00.461+04:00</updated><title type='text'>laws of universe [Humor]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans Ms; font-size: small;"&gt;Law of Mechanical Repair: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans Ms; font-size: small;"&gt;After your hands become coated with grease,&lt;br /&gt;your nose will begin to itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Workshop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans Ms; font-size: small;"&gt;Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least&lt;br /&gt;accessible corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Telephone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans Ms; font-size: small;"&gt;When you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy&lt;br /&gt;signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Alibi:&lt;br /&gt;If you tell the boss you were late for work because&lt;br /&gt;you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variation Law:&lt;br /&gt;If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were&lt;br /&gt;in will start to move faster than the one you are in now. (works every&lt;br /&gt;time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath Theorem:&lt;br /&gt;When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone&lt;br /&gt;rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of Close Encounters:&lt;br /&gt;The probability of meeting someone you know&lt;br /&gt;increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Result:&lt;br /&gt;When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't&lt;br /&gt;work, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of Bio mechanics:&lt;br /&gt;The severity of the itch is inversely proportional&lt;br /&gt;to the reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theater Rule:&lt;br /&gt;At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the&lt;br /&gt;aisle arrive last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of Coffee:&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss&lt;br /&gt;will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law of Lockers:&lt;br /&gt;If there are only two people in a locker room,&lt;br /&gt;they will have adjacent lockers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of Dirty Rugs/Carpets:&lt;br /&gt;The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich&lt;br /&gt;of landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the&lt;br /&gt;newness and cost of the carpet/rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of Logical Argument:&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible if you don't know what you&lt;br /&gt;are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown's Law:&lt;br /&gt;If the shoe fits, it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver's Law:&lt;br /&gt;A closed mouth gathers no feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7257215312623264722?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7257215312623264722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7257215312623264722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7257215312623264722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7257215312623264722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/laws-of-universe.html' title='laws of universe [Humor]'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6220998941538315327</id><published>2008-12-07T10:23:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:23:29.104+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to India....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I and mom are leaving for India, on 10th. We could not get the date any earlier coz of the Eid holidays.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-grandmom-isno-more.html'&gt;Ceremonies required after the death of my grandma are already done.&lt;/a&gt; There will be one more ceremony which will be conducted on 11th day after the death.&lt;br/&gt;Every one born/ first related to the person died has to attend this ceremony. My dad could not come, though he will be in holidays as he has get a paper permitting him to travel has t be signed by GD - and GD in somewhere in Germany!&lt;br/&gt;The return dates are not yet decided and we are thinking of buying tickets from India. I think we will return somewhere in Jan.&lt;br/&gt;I hope all goes well in India, cox the atmosphere is very depressive and my mom is both physically and emotionally very fragile. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The worst part is I CAN'T CRY!! &lt;br/&gt;In India, if someone dies, everyone has to cry, I feel sad at heart but simply my eyes don't show it! It s is so bad if you are a social gathering and everyone is crying - I can't, they will stare at me like hell!&lt;br/&gt;It is not something funny - they think I am inert to such things. Actually I am not - I feel sad my grandma died - but I can't shed a tear...&lt;br/&gt;Am I the only one with such weird thing?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6220998941538315327?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6220998941538315327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6220998941538315327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6220998941538315327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6220998941538315327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-to-india.html' title='Going to India....'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1123709812546711012</id><published>2008-12-06T16:15:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:17:29.897+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The orgins of Bobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In my last visit to India, I visited our old house where no one now lives. Rummaging through the time and dust, I was able to find some things which are priceless in my view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One of such things is a bag full of albums. I brought them to Muscat so I could scan them and upload to Picasa...so that the pics all available to all my family members around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So whilst scanning, I found these pics of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) Me n my grandma (dad's mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSEYDJNgi0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/otAuDHmMAMo/s1600-h/Image46.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269519481291443010" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSEYDJNgi0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/otAuDHmMAMo/s320/Image46.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't got a clue why I am semi-nude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't I look cute! I was only 6 months at that time. Bobby is the name given by her. She has named every grand-child of her with names starting with "B"&lt;br /&gt;This is in the garden behind our house. Grandma was obsessed with gardening.(By the time I grew up, the garden wasn't this full and vibrant) she maintained 3 gardens with the house. All of them cleverly designed and grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She was  a farmer, businesswoman, investor and knew French! She died in 2005 coz of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; My sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSEiQj8ApCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IE0izvEqg-c/s1600-h/Image20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269530706920383522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSEiQj8ApCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IE0izvEqg-c/s320/Image20.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; text-align: center; width: 206px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So  that was my sis somewhere in early 90s. She looks so much like her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-this-guy-i-love-trains-and-2.html" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;son&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; right Look at her hands, I am gonna make her look this page! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am surrounded by more than 100 photos. I am continuously scanning, photoshopping them. Some need  so much work to be done! So lot of work to keep me busy throughout night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you also have got old photos, do scan them in to PC and upload them to Picasa or Flickr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If I get time...I will post some more pics soon!&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/6886091758589965172-1123709812546711012?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1123709812546711012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1123709812546711012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1123709812546711012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1123709812546711012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/orgins-of-bobby.html' title='The orgins of Bobby'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSEYDJNgi0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/otAuDHmMAMo/s72-c/Image46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-902743218747137741</id><published>2008-12-06T08:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:56:41.508+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandmom is...no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STn_pZCI7NI/AAAAAAAAAM8/q5YAuW8gAHQ/s1600-h/Image47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STn_pZCI7NI/AAAAAAAAAM8/q5YAuW8gAHQ/s320/Image47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me n my Grandma - 1991&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A simple women &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who saw joy in growing saplings&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;she always said that we(grandchildren) are all saplings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;she was a huge tree for us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but I never knew trees too die...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She died on the way to the hospital in Hyderabad, in the hands of my uncle...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she died peacefully...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;after a very tiresome life of nearly 80 years...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I an Mom will be going to India, soon.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-902743218747137741?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/902743218747137741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=902743218747137741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/902743218747137741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/902743218747137741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-grandmom-isno-more.html' title='My grandmom is...no more!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STn_pZCI7NI/AAAAAAAAAM8/q5YAuW8gAHQ/s72-c/Image47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-304068376271266143</id><published>2008-12-04T11:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:08:12.785+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of Black Magic in Wadi Kabir....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There is a young (25) woman living in the floor below us, a wife of a business man and a close friend of my mom. From last two weeks she is suffering from pain in her hands. She took the whole thing normal and visited the&amp;nbsp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, the medicines seemed to aggravate the pain. From last week, she was noted to be behaving oddly - body language is changed so are the habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today morn, my mom and I went to visit her...and she was NOT the SAME person...according to her husband, someone has used "black magic" to attack her and so all the nerves in her hands don't work and she is also dominated by an old woman...probably a ghost or the witch who conducted the black magic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't believe at first, but the whole hour, I and mom stayed she didn't recognize us at all instead was asking her husband to cigars to smoke (a typical habit of old women countryside Indian women). She walks and talks exactly like an old woman - I am left with no other option but to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When the old woman leaves the body of this young woman, everything is back to normal - except the pain in her hands - which is not present with the old woman inside her. Her husband can actually twist her hands completely and the lady didn't say a thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To counter the black magic, "white magic" is being done by some saints in India, they are conducting some prayers and asked a time of one week for the complete cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In the meantime, she is also taking medicines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Her husband says that is not the first time, their family is attacked by black magic. Many of their family enemies, jealous of their riches (they are fucking rich ~3000 OR per month) have done such a thing. He then showed me some videos of her previous attacks - I was amazed how her behavior changed, she was at times violent! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidwenzel.com/images/holidays/halloween/OldWitch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://www.davidwenzel.com/images/holidays/halloween/OldWitch.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am a hardcore atheist, I have no belief in god or ghost this is a puzzle beyond me. I am also a student of Psychology, this case cannot be understood in that way either. I still recommended a visit to some psychologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Whatever it is, a black magic or some psychological disease lets hope she get well soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have heard of such possibilities of soul domination when I was learning Yoga. "The ancient texts like Sutras of Yoga, contain the ways how one can dominate and occupy others' souls . These texts are no longer available to the public but the ways are still known to some saints and of course black magicians." explained my guru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-304068376271266143?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/304068376271266143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=304068376271266143' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/304068376271266143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/304068376271266143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/case-of-black-magic-in-wadi-kabir.html' title='A case of Black Magic in Wadi Kabir....'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7093158818926376840</id><published>2008-12-03T11:09:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:23:52.849+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rains in Oman...gays in news</title><content type='html'>LOOK, my gadgets are buzzing and the sky is signaling too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My weather desktop gadget:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STZB-EXs1sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7qf5AVLM56g/s1600-h/Caghhpture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STZB-EXs1sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7qf5AVLM56g/s320/Caghhpture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275476548091958978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STYypuSui1I/AAAAAAAAAME/FajhEsKQMyc/s1600-h/weather.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STYywSYhx5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/OQ_k6jvqdJ4/s1600-h/Capture22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STYywSYhx5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/OQ_k6jvqdJ4/s400/Capture22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Check in detail&lt;a href="http://www.accuweather.com/world-forecast-details.asp?partner=forecastfox&amp;amp;zipcode=MEA%7COM%7CMU006%7CMUSCAT%7C&amp;amp;fday=1&amp;amp;metric=1"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The cloud gathering in Wadi Kabir...I hope it rains, but not heavily...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STY0AN5bU_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/-TuRUTLnhhQ/s1600-h/DSC00067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STY0AN5bU_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/-TuRUTLnhhQ/s320/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;btw thats the first pic from my new &lt;a href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-new-sony-cam.html"&gt;SONY W120&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a funny clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRVQmoemedE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRVQmoemedE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;No intentions of discrimination/ offense guys! Only for just a laugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7093158818926376840?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7093158818926376840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7093158818926376840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7093158818926376840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7093158818926376840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/rains-in-oman.html' title='Rains in Oman...gays in news'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STZB-EXs1sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7qf5AVLM56g/s72-c/Caghhpture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-3297921544879741688</id><published>2008-12-03T07:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:13:52.611+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a new Sony Cam..</title><content type='html'>First kisses to my mom and dad! They are the best! I believe there are no other parents in Muscat who wud give their son, more than what he want within three hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Sony W120 - it is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I got this from KMT under a winter offer for 85 OR.&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited I dunno what to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jjmehta.com/images/sony_dsc_w120_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jjmehta.com/images/sony_dsc_w120_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I actually went to buy a relatively cheaper Cannon A470 but my mom and dad, insisted that I go for Carl Zeiss lens and Sony than Cannon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://pan2.fotovista.com/dev/2/2/00273222/l_00273222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pan2.fotovista.com/dev/2/2/00273222/l_00273222.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well. I think I made a right decision by choosing the Sony cam. I am still meddling with the settings of the camera. I never thought I would buy the camera today, but it all went in flip second. Whats more, I enjoyed the shopping for the first time as there was less crowd. (I think I have mild agoraphobia), my dad and mom to enjoyed their time while in KMT cracking jokes with the salesmen.And a neighbor bumped into us, she also shopped with us for sometime. It was a lovely evening over all and gave me a break from those freaking music reality TV shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So just wait for the pics to come....I am cliking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-3297921544879741688?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/3297921544879741688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=3297921544879741688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/3297921544879741688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/3297921544879741688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-new-sony-cam.html' title='Got a new Sony Cam..'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-6161254877137882517</id><published>2008-12-02T07:58:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:53:23.298+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no "ruwi call girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes, I am not a call girl hailing from Ruwi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I installed Google analytics (thanks to Angry for that),this is the most popular keyword leading to my blog! Almost everyday someone hits my blog with this keyword!&lt;br /&gt;I have never mentioned anything with the call girls yet (wonder if I ever used the word *girl* in my blog) and Google is not the only engine leading to me with this keyword but also ask.com and yahoo too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other weird keywords which lead to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numbers of Ruwi call girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muscat fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are the thing do you find in Muscat?&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;humans and hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night fucking in Oman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemical toilets&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Can someone explain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best broadband connection in Tiruvulla &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);"&gt;No mine isn't best n certainly not in Tiruvulla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Different people live in Muscat &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;we're not buffaloes to look same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino in Muscat&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; there are many, I wonder if any blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hai hai girls&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;this blog belongs to Bye Bye Boy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m v stolt valor in muscat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prepone periods+homeremedies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the above shit, I love Google Analytics. It is awesome and simple! I love to see where my readers are from and what do they read! So till now, the most famous post is of &lt;a href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/05/judi-dench.html"&gt;JUDI DENCH&lt;/a&gt; followed by &lt;a href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/near-death-experience.html"&gt;my near death experience. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do tell us about the weird keywords you come by...it is fun knowing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-6161254877137882517?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/6161254877137882517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=6161254877137882517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6161254877137882517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/6161254877137882517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-no-ruwi-call-girl.html' title='I am no &quot;ruwi call girl&quot;'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7232491648316648271</id><published>2008-12-01T07:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:00:01.166+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pakistan Rejects India's Charges, Seeks Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;By Emily Wax and Rama Lakshmi&lt;br /&gt;Washington Post Foreign Service&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, November 30, 2008; A19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;MUMBAI, Nov. 29 -- Pakistan demanded late Saturday that India produce evidence to support allegations it was involved in the three-day assault on India's financial and cultural capital, a battle that came to a close earlier in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Indian officials said they had killed or captured 10 gunmen responsible for the rampage through Mumbai, as authorities pulled more bodies from the wreckage of the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/Taj+Mahal?tid=informline" linkindex="12" target=""&gt;Taj Mahal&lt;/a&gt; Palace &amp;amp; Tower hotel. Mourners marched in tearful funeral processions for some of the nearly 200 people killed in the attacks, which also targeted another hotel, a Jewish center and several other sites. Six Americans were among the dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Indian intelligence officials said Saturday that the only surviving attacker was from Pakistan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pakistani Foreign Minister &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/Shah+Mahmood+Qureshi?tid=informline" linkindex="13" target=""&gt;Shah Mahmood Qureshi&lt;/a&gt; said his government was not involved. "If they have evidence, they should share it with us. Our hands are clean," he said at a news conference in Islamabad, Pakistan's capital. "We have nothing to be ashamed of."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pakistan warned that it would redeploy troops involved in the terrorism fight on its border with Afghanistan to its frontier with India in response to any Indian troop movements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tension with India is mounting. The situation is very critical, and the next 48 hours are very crucial," a senior Pakistani official said on the condition of anonymity because of the sensitivity of the situation. He said Pakistan had put its air force and navy on high alert. "In case of any Indian aggression, Pakistan will respond to it in a matching way," he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Similar finger-pointing after an attack on the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/Parliament+of+India?tid=informline" linkindex="14" target=""&gt;Indian Parliament&lt;/a&gt; brought the two governments to the brink of war in 2001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;In Washington, U.S. intelligence officials said the evidence continues to point to a connection to Kashmiri separatists, although the sources stressed that the investigation has barely gotten underway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"We're in the very early innings," said a U.S. counterterrorism official, speaking on the condition of anonymity. "But now that the shooting is over, the Indians have a lot to work with." Key clues will probably come from the gunmen themselves, "both the living and the dead," he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Islamist fighters in Pakistan have sought for years to provoke a new war between India and Pakistan over Kashmir, the disputed province that both countries claimed after the 1947 partition of the subcontinent. Indian and Western intelligence officials have specifically cited Lashkar-i-Taiba, an Islamist network based in Pakistan that was founded to fight the Indian army in Kashmir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;On Friday, Pakistan reversed a decision to send its spy chief to aid India's investigation, saying it would send a lower-level official. But officials said they would help India identify and capture those behind the attacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"My heart bleeds for India," Pakistani President &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/Asif+Ali+Zardari?tid=informline" linkindex="15" target=""&gt;Asif Ali Zardari&lt;/a&gt; told an Indian television channel. "As president of Pakistan, if any evidence points to anyone in my country," his government will take action, he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nationalistic pride has surged across India even as officials struggled to deal with accusations of a delayed government response to the crisis and poor coordination, especially at a Jewish center in Mumbai where five people were killed, including a rabbi from New York and his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;At a meeting in New Delhi, officials said they would station special commando forces in cities to expedite crisis response, and they emphasized the need for better coordination between the forces and local police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Now we are thinking about how to reduce the delay and get into action and not lose the golden hour," M.L. Kumawat, special secretary of internal security, said at a news conference in New Delhi. "In the very near future, we will have such units at least in the big metropolitan cities. And in just a few hours, they will be able to mount an operation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Indian Prime Minister &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/Manmohan+Singh?tid=informline" linkindex="16" target=""&gt;Manmohan Singh&lt;/a&gt; met with security agencies Saturday and has called a meeting of all the political parties Sunday to discuss an anti-terrorism plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;In Washington, &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/George+W.+Bush?tid=informline" linkindex="17" target=""&gt;President Bush&lt;/a&gt; promised to support India in its recovery effort and investigation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"We mourn those who lost their lives, including American citizens," he said. "We pray that the injured will recover. We pledge the full support of the United States as India investigates these attacks, brings the guilty to justice and sustains its democratic way of life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lakshmi reported from New Delhi. Staff writer Joby Warrick in Washington and special correspondents Shaiq Hussain and Haq Nawaz Khan in Islamabad contributed to this report.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/11/29/AR2008112900858.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What I say: Manmohan, Simply delcare a war on Pakistan under the suspision of terrorism. If Bush can do it! You can too! Whats more you can even prove unlike Bush!&lt;/span&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/6886091758589965172-7232491648316648271?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7232491648316648271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7232491648316648271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7232491648316648271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7232491648316648271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/12/pakistan-rejects-indias-charges-seeks.html' title='Pakistan Rejects India&apos;s Charges, Seeks Proof'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2770771025224473268</id><published>2008-11-30T17:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:44:02.195+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sis Unwell! Cause Unknown!</title><content type='html'>My sis is admitted into the hospital in her town in India, three days ago with the complaint of fever which is at peak in morn and reduces by night.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the tests have been done and the doctors find no fault with her. She is having hard time as she has feed her baby boy. Lucky her husband and mother-in-law are there to help her. She is not allowed to take any solid food and is living on fruit juices and milk. Which is nearly hell!&lt;br /&gt;She has asthma problem long back but that was completely healed right in Oman. It is her second year in India,and this is the first time she is staying completely in hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unable to talk at present. All she does is to moan "um"(yes) and "umuh"(no).&lt;br /&gt;My mom is upset and she can't leave for India right now as her (and mine) visa has to be renewed. &lt;br /&gt;I hope my sis will get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STKYTKGjZbI/AAAAAAAAALU/1s1FITvArC0/s1600-h/sis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STKYTKGjZbI/AAAAAAAAALU/1s1FITvArC0/s320/sis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2770771025224473268?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2770771025224473268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2770771025224473268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2770771025224473268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2770771025224473268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sis-unwell-cause-unknown.html' title='Sis Unwell! Cause Unknown!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/STKYTKGjZbI/AAAAAAAAALU/1s1FITvArC0/s72-c/sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2474378908387954467</id><published>2008-11-29T11:40:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:46:21.212+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Omantel Filters are down........</title><content type='html'>for most of the P-blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of  mine texted me that Omantel is not blocking any of the pornographic blogs! For the time being! I believe it is again one of the "technical problems". I am checking the sites! (&lt;i&gt;Am I gross?) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is true! Guys my advice is to download some stuff....and keep if you know what I am talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a gr8 time! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMIND YOU THE BLOGS ARE UNBLOCKED NOT THE SITES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2474378908387954467?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2474378908387954467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2474378908387954467' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2474378908387954467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2474378908387954467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/omantel-filters-are-down.html' title='Omantel Filters are down........'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2457063381916463824</id><published>2008-11-27T14:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:51:45.187+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror strikes Mumbai..</title><content type='html'>I am really sad and shocked at the state of Mumbai. The news channels are bombarding the info like anything. I am confused how these people got in such hi-security places and hotels. I just hope that everything will be back to normal again as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;I was roaming around those very places yesteryear. The Taj and Victoria Terminal. I have so many friends in Mumbai and happy that they are safe and&amp;nbsp; I am also worried about &lt;a href="http://danielonearth.blogspot.com/2008/11/terrorists-attack-mumbai.html"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;...I hope he is safe.&lt;br /&gt;And what is more distubing is the fact that this horrible hits in 26th. This is not the first time 26 has troubled India - last time it was Tsunami..and many other small unfortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;With nearly 3 police dead and many other people (100 n counting) dead, I don't understand what these terroists want or why are they doing this shit!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah where is that Raj Thackray? I don't see him anywhere..where is this Mumbai fanatic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2457063381916463824?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2457063381916463824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2457063381916463824' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2457063381916463824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2457063381916463824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/terror-strikes-mumbai.html' title='Terror strikes Mumbai..'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-8535484534460849290</id><published>2008-11-26T03:47:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:04:56.772+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Automatic confession system!!!</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I am rolling on my bed! HAHa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgmQM9cDPHk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgmQM9cDPHk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;at 3:48 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, Youtube  &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com"&gt;looks&lt;/a&gt; awesome wit widescreen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-8535484534460849290?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/8535484534460849290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=8535484534460849290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8535484534460849290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/8535484534460849290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/automatic-confession-system.html' title='Automatic confession system!!!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7138738162245072474</id><published>2008-11-24T11:37:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:10:17.857+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.thatbritishwoman.blogpsot.com/"&gt;Gill&lt;/a&gt;, And this time it is more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Yup! I am named after a Saint! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After watching Brokeback Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;untain...for 2 days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I love my handwriting!! I feel mine is the best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am a vegan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am a kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I don't think so!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Not much! But I love reading o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;r listening to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I have no probs with tonsils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO, NO, NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am having Oatmeal........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Umm...yes if mom is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ask my friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I literally can't remember the last time I ate an ice cream! Vanilla I think is my fave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Height!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;how about green?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I don't miss anyone!! I am a loneliness lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Yes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/Booster%20Juice"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dosa with dal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My neighbor's conversation with my mom........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bakery, Blue for men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My Girlfriend...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cricket.....I feel nice to see so many FOOLS at once! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Black! I am thinking of dyeing brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I any anything tasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tragedies......luv them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Quantum of Solace..........left it midway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Both!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Badam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Kheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I don't understand this question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I don't understand this question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Best of Speaking Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am using a gel-mouse pad! Spent nearly 2 rials!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Glass clinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rolling Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Been to Ibri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Not that far - right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;None! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyderabad,_India"&gt;Hyderabad ,India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok who ever reads this, THEY ARE TAGGED! Enjoy making the list! HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7138738162245072474?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7138738162245072474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7138738162245072474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7138738162245072474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7138738162245072474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-been-tagged_24.html' title='I have been tagged'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1257301805509604729</id><published>2008-11-23T12:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:59:28.315+04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 years ago........</title><content type='html'>THE YEAR 1908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will boggle your mind, I know it did mine! &lt;br /&gt;The year is 1908. &lt;br /&gt;One hundred years ago. &lt;br /&gt;What a difference a century makes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some statistics for the Year 1908 :&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average life expectancy was 47 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 8,000 cars and only 144 miles&lt;br /&gt;Of paved roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average wage in 1908 was 22 cents per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average worker made between $200 and $400 per year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, &lt;br /&gt;A dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 95 percent of all births took place atHOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety percent of all doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION!&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which&lt;br /&gt;Were condemned in the press AND the government as 'substandard. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar cost four cents a pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used&lt;br /&gt;Borax or egg yolks for shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from&lt;br /&gt;Entering into their country for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five leading causes of death were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pneumonia and influenza &lt;br /&gt;2. Tuberculosis &lt;br /&gt;3. Diarrhea &lt;br /&gt;4. Heart disease &lt;br /&gt;5. Stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American flag had 45 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The population of Las Vegas , Nevada, was only 30!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't been invented yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two out of every 10 adults couldn't read or write.&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Back then pharmacists said, 'Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind,regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health.' ( Shocking? DUH! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen percent of households had at least&lt;br /&gt;One full-time servant or domestic help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE ! U.S.A. !&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! Right! I stole it from &lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1257301805509604729?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1257301805509604729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1257301805509604729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1257301805509604729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1257301805509604729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/100-years-ago.html' title='100 years ago........'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-2061446717235209521</id><published>2008-11-22T20:00:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:00:01.721+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy taxi drivers, Crazy french teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I knew something like this is going to happen! Why? Coz Bobby is happy! Something should get fucked up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first French class at &lt;a href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/06/center-franco-omanais.html"&gt;CFO &lt;/a&gt;(Center Franco Omanais or &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;French&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Omani&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;) today after a 5 month break! So those who were with me previously have finished their course and I was informed I will be put in a new class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The class starts at 5 pm. I started off from my home at 4:30. Thank god the taxi was downstairs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I asked if he was going and I sat in it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Almost immediately, the driver got down and opened the door on my side and stared cleaning it with sprinkling water all over the door. Yea there were some water marks, but they don't obstruct the view or anything - I was shocked and for a moment I didn't understand what was going on! Was he suffering from OCD!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He was almost going to wet my jeans. I again asked him if he was going to take me or not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He rather reluctantly came and sat and started driving. It didn't take any long to understand my driver is a bit oddSo we were almost near the Wadi Kabir R/A. The green light was on, and if this idiot driver would have driven fast, we could have crossed in time. No! So waiting at Wadi Kabir R/A, same thing followed at Sheraton, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Hunda&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;OK&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; center everywhere. When he reached OK center, he parked the car on the side and stopped moving. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To cut the long story short,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is already 5 pm; I was angry and got down from the taxi. Then he was demanding "2 rials" for getting me from Wadi Kabir to Ruwi. I gave him 200Bz and he was shouting something in Arabic. I didn't bother to answer him. I took another taxi and engaged till &lt;a href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/06/center-franco-omanais.html"&gt;CFO&lt;/a&gt;... (This guy is lot better - he's 50 something and listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHLrOUBfaj8"&gt;Nicole's Baby Love&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was soon on my way to CFO and by 5:30 pm I was there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It took some time finding my class! So I found and opened the door!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To my utter surprise, an old (old = 65+) lady is my new teacher! &lt;i&gt;My previous teacher is a young belle cute lady........... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She quaked "BOOONSOIR"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bienvenue Bobby. Le novel etudiaaaaant! Aloooooooooors Bobby, &lt;/i&gt;ANYTHING SPECIAL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Anything special" how do I look - a server at some hotel!!!! Then there were people who were later than me, and she wished them in the same manner "anything special!" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Does this phrase mean something other than what I understand?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So the class went on. She teaches well -- better than my previous teacher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I hope she wasn't wearing fluorescent blue coat!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So back from CFO, I stopped at Ruwi. I had some shopping in Ruwi so as I was hopping from shop to shop - I collided with one of my old friends lets call him............Hatim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;OK...Hatim is one of those guys who spend a year or two more than required in the school! He is awfully handsome............but he smokes(he asked me for a lighter), he is no older than I am but why does he need to smoke? In fact everyone from my class now smoke! I find the whole thing dirty and self-destroying. Anyway it is their life and they are now mature (at least physically) to know good and bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But what if their parents come to know of this?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know what dire consequences smoking can lead to coz my granddad, who smoke like hell died of pneumonia, and my dad (who can be qualified as chain smoker) had already two attacks of pneumonia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living somewhere luxuriously in Gulf doesn't mean that one should booze, smoke and fuck around more than 10 girls....wherever we live, we must try our best to uphold the trust our parents had kept in us...one who fails so, is worthless. Sigh! I feel so sad that my friends don't understand this simple truth.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-2061446717235209521?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/2061446717235209521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=2061446717235209521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2061446717235209521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/2061446717235209521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-taxi-drivers-crazy-french.html' title='Crazy taxi drivers, Crazy french teachers'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-7713968480374268205</id><published>2008-11-22T13:15:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:04:50.071+04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAD A GR8 WEEKEND!</title><content type='html'>Normally I complain that people get so noisy on weekend but this time I was the who was in noisy mood&lt;br /&gt;Why? I don't know. May be I wanted a break from my from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monotonous&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;So I get into this mood, I like roaming about....I decided to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Juma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suq&lt;/span&gt;, it is nearest to my house and I wanted to be near to my house after the freaking things happening to me on roads!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to &lt;a href="http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/05/juma-suq.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Suq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, nothing much to buy, what I will buy - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abayas&lt;/span&gt;? I roamed and roamed and bought couple of Omani perfumes, I love perfumes especially the strong Omani scents!&lt;br /&gt;I also bought myself a couple of shorts and track pants - I am really amazed to find my size in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suq&lt;/span&gt; normally don't find them even in CC or Lulu. They were damn cheap so I wouldn't care even if they didn't last longer. My neighbors met me in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;suq&lt;/span&gt;, they were too buying clothes, so we all had popcorn and drinks (me -Diet)  and had great time walking in the wadis.&lt;br /&gt;So by midday I am in the house. And then.....going against the normal Indian Television Science, one Channel showed a fave movie of mine! I enjoyed the movie and to add cream to this wonderful day I was asked to babysit my neighbor's son....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I love babysitting and children until they don't harm my laptop and books! So I spent the whole evening with this 7 year old cutie and taught him how to type and blah blah!! Its fun whatever!&lt;br /&gt;I had really good sleep yesterday, I was asleep before 12pm - I can't believe it!!!! Without aspirins or cold pads or anything - sleep! Ah! I am so happy today...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you too had a gr8 weekend&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get time to blog from morning as I was struck with a job-work  (yea I work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;part time&lt;/span&gt;) on "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TCP&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; name resolution"...I am near to banging my head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-7713968480374268205?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/7713968480374268205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=7713968480374268205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7713968480374268205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/7713968480374268205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-gr8-weekend.html' title='HAD A GR8 WEEKEND!'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-4086891230487045332</id><published>2008-11-21T10:00:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:50:21.225+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Coftas in Chilli Tamato Sauce</title><content type='html'>The actual name is "Manchurian Balls with Gravy" but if I post with that title Omantel may block me! Who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSSCtG5p3II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qrWawkpMCh0/s1600-h/19112008%28012%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSSCtG5p3II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qrWawkpMCh0/s320/19112008%28012%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Manchurian Coftas in Tomato Chili Sauce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Manchurian Coftas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage - 1 medium shredded&lt;br /&gt;Carrot - 2 medium finely shredded&lt;br /&gt;Corn flour - 1 cup&lt;br /&gt;Pepper Powder&lt;br /&gt;Green Chilli paste - 1 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Ginger paste - 1 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Oil - for deep-frying&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Tomato Chili sauce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomato sauce - 1 cup                                                        &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onions - 1 cup finely chopped/ shredded&lt;br /&gt;Soya sauce - 1-2 tbsp&lt;br /&gt;Chili sauce - 1/2 cup&lt;br /&gt;Chili paste - 1 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Ginger paste - 1 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Ajinomoto &lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procedure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Manchurian Coftas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After chopping/ shredding the cabbage, add salted water and quench the cabbage to remove the excess water&lt;br /&gt;2. In a bowl, add the quenched cabbage and carrot and mix well. Add pepper and salt to taste and add green chili paste and garlic paste&lt;br /&gt;3. Add cornflour &amp;lt;&lt;no add="" any="" extra="" need="" to="" water=""&gt;&amp;gt; and mix well to the above mixture and make the thus formed dough into small balls/ coftas&lt;/no&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSSDKjB4XMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2rqGoiuG9Fo/s1600-h/19112008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSSDKjB4XMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2rqGoiuG9Fo/s320/19112008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;These are the coftas b/f frying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Deep fry these coftas until crispy and golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSSDw-EDcII/AAAAAAAAAKM/ocRn6HVdrhs/s1600-h/19112008%28004%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSSDw-EDcII/AAAAAAAAAKM/ocRn6HVdrhs/s320/19112008%28004%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. Make sure you remove all the excess oil using Palace Tissues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomato Chili Sauce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a pan, add 2 tbsp of Oil&lt;br /&gt;2. Add onion pieces and saute them till brown&lt;br /&gt;3. Add soya sauce, Ajinomoto, tomato sauce, chili paste, ginger garlic paste and chili sauce.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mix well until the sauce thickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the sauce over the Manchurian Coftas just before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modifications:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not that fave of tomato sauce, so I used half cup tomato sauce and half cup fresh tomato paste...it didn't alter the taste&lt;br /&gt;2. I am far too lazy to blend chili paste and garlic paste separately so I made Chili-Ginger-Garlic paste. Do      NOT use the pastes available in the market! They are not good in taste.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ajinomoto is &lt;i&gt;optional &lt;/i&gt;if you are allergic to it don't use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;4. I added chopped corriander leaves to my sauce to make it more aromatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSU8fFBFfYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yzA07PAQ6Rs/s1600-h/19112008%28011%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSU8fFBFfYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yzA07PAQ6Rs/s320/19112008%28011%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Event&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a low-fat,low-carb, low-sodium diet from last one month - It has been well over month that I ate anything tasty! I like Chinese food but no one eats in my family so I called on my neighbor (who loves Chinese food but no one eats Chinese in her family too ) Mrs. Joshi. In fact she was the one who gave this recipe!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Joshi is our neighbor from last 7 years, she is like a member of our family. (yep, Gujarati &amp;amp; very good cook) She came to help me out! She and I had fun cooking this recipe. So thanks Mrs.Joshi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-4086891230487045332?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/4086891230487045332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=4086891230487045332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4086891230487045332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/4086891230487045332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/coftas-in-chilli-tamato-sauce.html' title='Coftas in Chilli Tamato Sauce'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSSCtG5p3II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qrWawkpMCh0/s72-c/19112008%28012%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-418981736567535631</id><published>2008-11-19T13:01:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:02:21.733+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><title type='text'>Near death experience</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of changing my blog's name to something like Muscat's Accident Reporter -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reporter by accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yesterday night(around 11 pm ), after coming from my usual walking I was crossing my road and suddenly, a car -god knows from where it popped up - was all ready to smash me. I was frozen and rooted to the road! Of course he did put the breaks and that was like less than a meter away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I screamed ! It is not funny...and I cannot understand why the driver found the whole thing soo FUNNY! He was &lt;strike&gt;smiling&lt;/strike&gt; laughing leaning from his from his window. What if I was really hit by that car! There was no honk, no signal light nothing! There weren't any people on the road but that doesn't mean that he goes the way he wants right!&amp;nbsp; Is he drunk? I dunno! Or may be someone mentally unstable!&lt;br /&gt;What the FUCK he wants - to scare people like this on roads! The whole event has lead me to a crazy bodypains -coz of the shock it went through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so unsafe now on the roads! It gets me worrying where any vehicle will come and hit me!I feel unsafe for those kids and ladies and people on the road! I hope Oman won't turn its(her) drivers in like those in India!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSPZ2zDGIXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UQTQKqtP0N0/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSPZ2zDGIXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UQTQKqtP0N0/s320/DSC00072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is pic! It is next to Sana Fashions in Wadi Kabir.I was attempted to be murdered by that crazy driver on this very road! &lt;a href="http://www.angryinoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angry &lt;/a&gt;seems so right with these roads and &lt;a href="http://angryinoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-be-highway-star.html"&gt;their manners&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The post was written on 17 november 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-418981736567535631?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/418981736567535631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=418981736567535631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/418981736567535631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/418981736567535631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/near-death-experience.html' title='Near death experience'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QgySpK69m0/SSPZ2zDGIXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UQTQKqtP0N0/s72-c/DSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886091758589965172.post-1368749077152967896</id><published>2008-11-19T08:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:02:49.380+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omantel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>Google Images is UNblocked</title><content type='html'>I can't rely on that! But for the time being it is working. &lt;br /&gt;Omantel is going to freak me out. Every now and then, I find some or the other thing blocked. It is not that I cannot go over these filters - but then....I am lazy to do all those settings and programming &lt;br /&gt;I simply like others can't grip waht Omantel is going to do?&lt;br /&gt;I heard Orbit doesn't block anything. May be I should try that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, I get my internet from Airtel through bluetooth from my mobile to laptop - I can say it is free (1 rial per month) and unlimited. The speed is something we have to compromise, but I never heard of blocking and unblocking of any sites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886091758589965172-1368749077152967896?l=bobbybollo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/feeds/1368749077152967896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6886091758589965172&amp;postID=1368749077152967896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1368749077152967896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6886091758589965172/posts/default/1368749077152967896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobbybollo.blogspot.com/2008/11/google-images-is-unblocked.html' title='Google Images is UNblocked'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209737767369647544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nINQ9mKJ4Fo/TdaQdJ9nIgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CKkCjFo274s/s220/ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
