<?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-20866125</id><updated>2012-01-13T19:43:07.293+09:00</updated><category term='back'/><category term='hostel'/><title type='text'>RAVIXXANIA</title><subtitle type='html'>Mom says im a duffer.dad says im a lazy ass.bro says im a living disaster.I think im all of them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-8003351067456066635</id><published>2008-08-25T13:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:16:32.877+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><title type='text'>i'm back!!!!</title><content type='html'>hey i'm back after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i had joined the college hostel n was not able to post bcoz they did not provided with the net connection.&lt;br /&gt;sry for this long gap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-8003351067456066635?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/8003351067456066635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=8003351067456066635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/8003351067456066635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/8003351067456066635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!!!!'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-115121837095905261</id><published>2006-06-25T15:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:07:31.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life</title><content type='html'>June is supposed to be month of summer vacations......... a time when each student ought to be relaxing at home ........ in front of his/her coolers n fans ............ gulping down 'shikanjis' n 'neembu paani'...........trying to beat the suppressing heat of the summer. but goin by the newspapers this doesn't seem to be case with the delhities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i can see the pics of long queues of students in the scorching heat........ mind u - these queues r not fr movie tickets outside a pvr but fr getting admission forms fr different colleges under delhi university. there is a mad scramble fr limited no of seats . the cutoff percentages r soaring each yr. the students with percentages in higher 90s r worried abt getting a course of their choice in a college of their choice, those wud lower percentages r hopeful of making to any of the decent colleges...... everybdy seems pretty concerned. u can see this distress on the faces of their parents. the familiar question heard these dayz has been ' mere bete ka admission kahan hoga'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fr people in the science stream - also goin on r the entrance exams of various institutes- iit,nsit,aieee,medical n so on((i have not qualified for any of them:) )). people hv put in a lot of effort over last 2 yrs or even more.....juggling with both - board exams on one hand n these entrance exams on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has become very fast n too competitive. u can see the small kids with those backbreaking bags . when it shud hv been the time fr playing with the neighbourhood kids in fields these kids r huddled together in a tution class... when they shud hv been sitting in the lap of their grandparents n listening the stories abt angels they r sitting on their study table -mugging fr a test scheduled a few days later..... when they shud hv been watching the antics of the birds in the sky they r reading abt animals getting extinct on the planet earth. getting up early fr the school, coming frm school only to go fr the tuition classes n then goin to their study desks - seems to hv become a laborious routine fr them. cant really blame the parents fr tht . the career life has taken a ascendence over the personal life. so people r ready to sacrifice today fr the pleasures of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the life's experiences can be described in 3 simple words - life moves on. the time which has passed is gone n cannot be retrieved. so rather than just thinking abt the big achievements u r goin to accomplish in future one shud savor the small light moments of today. it does help to be concerned abt ur future but this concern shud not be allowed to wipe out one's present. Life is not JUST about a few big moments , but ALSO about a million small ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-115121837095905261?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/115121837095905261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=115121837095905261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/115121837095905261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/115121837095905261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/06/life.html' title='The Life'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-115121789826321630</id><published>2006-06-25T15:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:27:54.436+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get through an IIM</title><content type='html'>i got this post as an email and i thought of sharing it with u all.&lt;br /&gt;It starts like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r 3 kinds of people i know&lt;br /&gt;- the people who are already doing their mba or hv completed it. i wud request these guys to share sum of their experiences, strategies n other gyan.&lt;br /&gt;- the aspirants, who want to make it big......&lt;br /&gt;- the junta who is uninterested in doing mba. these people shud just sit n watch with great amusement, how a simple exam of maths, english n reasoning can be made complicated thru application of various game plans n strategies....:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well frnz, the title may be a bit misleading. This is certainly not a key to crack CAT n get thru a good B-School. this is just a portion of my experiences with this exam, considering the fact tht i went thru this ordeal 3 times including the leaked one...:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VA section&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC- u shud make it a habit to read newspaper daily. n reading newspaper means going deeply into various events happening in different sectors like politics, finance, sports n so on. reading newspaper means reading 'Hindu' rather than just browsing the glossy n scantily clad models in DT section of TOI. This wud not only build good understanding of various kind of topics, also improve the reading speed. later during the GD/PI portion it is certainly going to help a lot. if u dont hv a habit of reading this transformation can be a bit painful but it is certainly going to help in the long run. dont waste time on reading fiction...... thts generally useless, unless provided u r an avid reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RC section tests :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take up a regular RC section test.smthing like (30 mins 5 passages),target shud be to attempt 4 passages. 3 passages thoroughly + easy qs from 1 passage.(if u think ur better thn that ..target 5 passages..u can tone down targets depending on the kind of passages/diffculty level/type of qs etc). u will most probly be leaving 1 passage(look at the passages first ..lengths,glance thru content ..decide which u will leave.(maybe first 1 min for it..) alternatively if a pssage looks very easy jump ahead and do it(better). for each passage u attempt....get a hang of the passage and a general idea abt wht is being talked abt in which section of the passage.Go ahead to the qs.If any answers seem very evident mark it.Else go back to the part of the relevant para -re-read it slowly try to identify the answers.u shudnt be taking more thn 8mins for any passage.So 8*3 = 24..remainng 6 mins pick up the passage out of remainng 2 which looks esier/has more direct qs..try to read the qs and pick the answers.Simple isnt it??!If u read qs first..since u generally dont know wht the passage is abt u wont be able to relate to the qs.2.If u read the passage thorughly once b4 attempting qs...it is a waste of time..cos thr may be tough sections in the passage which u pored over and absoloutely no qs abt....many of the answers might be fairly direct and cud be picked up ina rough reading...u go back to the passage only if u absolutely need to.Usually wht happens is..u will complete a passage in abt 4 mins ..read qs..then hv to again go back and read parts of the passage cos ur not sure of the answers.this is total timepass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vocab&lt;/strong&gt; - this is one of the most over estimated portion of CAT exam. cat do not ask directly vocab related questions. but sumtimes u need to hv a good vocab to hv a better understanding of passage. start with norman lewis n then move on to Barron. try preparing ur own flash cards with arnd 20-25 words written on each card. try to relate words with something to improve the recall. Eg. relate word 'bacchanalia' to amitabh bacchan to improve recall its meaning of being drunkard. carry those 'word cards' (TIME issues them.. or still better u can make them urself!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;verbal ability&lt;/strong&gt; - parajumbles shud be attempted by finding out the suitable link b/w two sentences . try to find a sequence of 2 or more sentences n then eliminate the choices. try to find if a pronoun is used fr a noun used earlier. The other way would be to take a holistic view of all the sentences and try to arrange them in your head, till it sounds right. Although this is tough, it takes a little time to get used to, but it will help in getting a higher accuracy level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arranging the 6 sentences type&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;It is actually easier when the 1st and 6th sentences are given as now you have more ways of solving the jumble.Since the 1st sentence is given, it is not always tough to find the next sentence as it will logically follow. Use this method and then again go on an elimination spree.Also, the 6th sentence is given. Once you get the flow of the sentence, to guess the preceding sentence is not again too very tough. So all you have to do is battle with the 3rd &amp; 4th which again should fall in place once you have guessed the others right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grammar&lt;/strong&gt; -its not necessary to hv a detailed knowledge of grammar. u do not need to know abt gerunds n other similar sounding stuff( i do not know abt them till today). just try to hv a decent understanding of various grammar sections i.e. where to place an article n which article to place. the basic grammar knowledge helps in finding the correct/incorrect sentences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further few links for VA/RC I gathered from internet.......&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/errors.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/errors.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://esl.about.com/cs/beginner/" target="_blank"&gt;http://esl.about.com/cs/beginner/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. -sum part of the above post has been taken from pagalguy.com. I dont hv any intention of claiming it as my own. all disclaimers apply...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-115121789826321630?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/115121789826321630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=115121789826321630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/115121789826321630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/115121789826321630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-get-through-iim.html' title='How to get through an IIM'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-115105033911898253</id><published>2006-06-23T17:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:12:19.130+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How to tackle reservations</title><content type='html'>In the reign of her royal bitchiness, Indira Gandhi, personal and corporate income taxes for people who actually earned money were raised to between 70 and 90 percent. When it becomes infeasable to succeed(I mean, for god sakes, what's the point of making money if the government is going to take it all), what the great indian people have done then is to instututionalise cheating. The government has as it is said that the laws of the land and constitution can be disobeyed, whoops, I meant &lt;strong&gt;amended&lt;/strong&gt; with wild abandon, so why should we be far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to the point. In a similiar vein, as tax evasion was instututionalised in one Gandhi's time, caste fraud probably will be institutionalised in her Daughter-in-Law's reign. Here's the deal. When the marginal cost of forging a caste certificate (in terms of both economic and moral/legal cost) becomes less than the marginal benefit of actually getting a seat in college, something that is most definitely about to happen, when reservations become 50% of seats, it becomes economically rational to forge a certificate for yourself. As more and more people start getting a fake certi, the market for the industry will grow, resulting in cheaper and more widespread availibility of fake OBC certificates, made even easier by the fact that there is no definitive list at the center for what an OBC is. At any rate, this is all just feasability. The point is that you're going to have another Telgi for OBC certificates, and I would fully advise it. Instead of protesting within your constitutionally provided rights to a government who doesn't give a flying fuck about the constitution, play with their own tactics. When you can't win, cheat. When enough people get an OBC certificate, you recreate merit, albiet with an added layer of corruption. In one scenario, some government will realise that this has happened, and things aren't exactly working out, and will roll back the reservations, as is what happened with the prohibitive personal income tax policy. Alternatively, a new merit system, where meritious "OBC" candidates will compete with fake certis will be created. Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, when you come down the the practicality of it all, reservations aren't going to help the people they want to help, and the people of our good land, much used to a government interested in screwing them over, will discover new ways to cheat that very governement. At the end of the beaurocracy and government, everyone's pleased because there's an added layer of corruption with with they can line their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being a bit cynical about it, but at the end of the day, that's pretty much that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-115105033911898253?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/115105033911898253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=115105033911898253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/115105033911898253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/115105033911898253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-tackle-reservations.html' title='How to tackle reservations'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114551184062310977</id><published>2006-04-20T14:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:38:28.270+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Exams?</title><content type='html'>We really hate exams. We don't understand the purpose of exams. Why don't those guys believe that we relish knowledge. So testing us for that is an assault on our pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams test for knowledge. But what are they exactly testing for: generalisations or facts. I believe memorizing facts is waste of resources and time. So the exams should not test particular knowledge, rather it should be a test of whether a person is sufficiently intelligent to generalise the knowledge. I believe exams should employ some practical means to achieve this. Give us a project and let us work on that. But please don't assign grades on the projects. We are the best judges of our work and know its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Appeal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ban the exams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Behalf of all people like me,&lt;br /&gt;Ravi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114551184062310977?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114551184062310977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114551184062310977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114551184062310977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114551184062310977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-exams.html' title='Why Exams?'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114551093253632409</id><published>2006-04-20T14:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:28:52.556+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody's prefect... Oh I mean perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puppy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of my friend, actually, an autobiography in a different trend, in his words what happened in his life and how so I think I should start off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nature and all its creatures..I love everyone and all their features. Once I wanted to savor the natural beauty and a stroll through the forest made my heart fruity. Going through the forest I saw a small cute puppy with a broken paw..The poor animal crying in the grass-bed so I kicked the dumbo right in its head. &lt;em&gt;'Oh! What have I done?'&lt;/em&gt; I cried and soonafter the puppy died. Now I knew I was in trouble and a police case would make it double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do god, O great giver...So I threw the mutt in the river.I was so scared at this time maybe someone witnessed the crime. Just then, I heard some noise and turned around to find some boys, looking at me with staring eyes... Well, sneaking on me was not nice. So I went close to where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'No no!..We didn't see anything Sir!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,I had to,so, I took out my gun and shot the brats one by one! Hearing the noise their parents appeared and they would complain to the police I feared. So the gun did some more work for the day and without waiting I skipped away. I killed exactly 13 people and a dog and walked slowly in the fog, just then , I saw the same puppy again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had my kick gone in vain ?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Dear! It was the Ghost of the pup which had come to bang me up! But I was still the boss, you know coz I'd learnt 'Tantrik Vidya' long ago. So I applied my knowledge against the ghostand I did something to hurt it the most! I smacked it and put it into a jar which I had got and threw the ghost jar in the shitpot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed and my life changed everything transformed from disordered to arranged. I sang, danced, and played really awesome guitar and sooner than I knew, I was a pop star. Then, After 17 years,police came to me to enquire about the dog's body found in sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'But I threw it into the river!' in my mind thought'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rivers go into the sea'&lt;/em&gt;, In geog. I had been taught. But I had wiped off all proof related to the killing game... They still found me, even though I'd changed my name. Hail! O Hail to the modern forensic technology, they dug out the truth from 17yr old mythology. So it was simple to kill the policemen, What was to happen was clear then! Through plastic surgery I changed my face and closed the file to the dog murder case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I became more popular then ever, it was my talent and I know I'm clever. No one ever found out that I was the killer and this is the end to this thriller! Hence, I advice, never kill anyone not for revenge not for fun. I don't want to create any more suspense coz I think this post's stopped making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop reading get back to work fulfill your duties and don't shirk(duties)! Grow more plants and plant more trees, and help the poor creatures,give a home to the bees! I know You're curious to find out who's my friend I'm tellin you about well, don't let your mind go too far its dear Michael Jackon the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; (you noticed something) Then&lt;br /&gt;"Some people do the reverse... I choose to be differnent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive me.. Just an arbit post!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;End if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114551093253632409?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114551093253632409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114551093253632409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114551093253632409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114551093253632409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/04/puppy.html' title='Puppy!'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114433065505775311</id><published>2006-04-06T22:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:37:35.076+09:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no cure for..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time there was a contest, the Mr.Disease contest, which judged the best and the most powerful disease amonst all. Everybody had come, heartthrobs like AIDS, TB etc. Then there were different cancers; blood, lungs, skin. They all really looked nice. Not to forget Mr. Heart-Problems. There were small and mediocre ones like cold, cough, headache who had also come, although I don't think they had much chance of winning. But one thing to say, they were surely optimistic. And in the end came Mr.Old Age(budhaapa), quietly, unnoticed. In the audience were bacteria, fungi, virus and many more. They all had a great party and then the competition began.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure you might have guessed who won the competition by my style of mentioning it. Anyways, the competition consisted of a round where every contestant had to come up on the stage and say a few words in their praise. Whoa! I say modesty. So all the big ones came first and exalted their actions and narrated different stories exhibiting their mights. In the end came Mr.Old age. He was a huge, dark, ugly person. This is the story he narrated:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a city lived a very intelligent doctor. He was respected and honored for his practice in the medical field and had his own style of tackling ailments. One day an old man, white hair, wrinkled skin, bent back came to him and said&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor. I am facing a problem. Please help me out"&lt;br /&gt;"What is your problem ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, I cannot see very well. Everything is blurred. Please help me", said the old man.&lt;br /&gt;"To diagnose a problem, we first find the root cause and then try to cure it.."&lt;br /&gt;The doctor pondered for a minute and said&lt;br /&gt;"As far as I think, this is due to old age and I'm sorry but we have no cure for old age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay doctor. My knees pain a lot, I can't even walk properly. What is the cure for this ?" said the old man.&lt;br /&gt;"To diagnose a problem, we first find the root cause and then try to cure it.."&lt;br /&gt;The doctor thought and said,&lt;br /&gt;"As far as I think, this is due to old age and I'm sorry but we have no cure for old age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was even more disappointed this time..&lt;br /&gt;"My digestive system has become very weak. Earlier I used to eat everything. Now I can't digest food. Can you give me some medicine?" said the old man.&lt;br /&gt;"To diagnose a problem, we first find the root cause and then try to cure it.."&lt;br /&gt;The old man was getting irritated by this dialogue but the doctor wasn't....Again he said,&lt;br /&gt;"As far as I think, this is due to old age and I'm sorry but we have no cure for old age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the old man was really vexed.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay doctor my head feels heavy all the time. How can this be dealt with ?"&lt;br /&gt;He feared the doctor would say his favourite lines again and it came true&lt;br /&gt;"To diagnose a problem, we first find the root cause and then try to cure it.."&lt;br /&gt;The old man was getting red....&lt;br /&gt;"As far as I think, this is due to old age and I'm sorry but we have no cure for old age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up! You stupid ass!" said the old man..&lt;br /&gt;"Who calls you a doctor ? You know nothing and have no cure for anything. You are a useless person and everybody says he is a good doctor. They are all fools. Get lost, I don't need your medicines..."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the doctor interrupted,&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh! You have become so irritable and cranky. This certainly is due to old age and I'm sorry but we have no cure for old age."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a huge applaud in the whole auditorium. So now everybody knows who won. If sensory interactions happen to be all the source of pleasure, then wait until Mr.Old age gets hold of you and slowly, gradually devours your senses. And remember there's no cure for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114433065505775311?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114433065505775311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114433065505775311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114433065505775311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114433065505775311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-no-cure-for.html' title='There&apos;s no cure for..'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114423988157678246</id><published>2006-04-05T21:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:24:41.593+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Namuno wala tag..</title><content type='html'>Namuno wala tag.&lt;br /&gt;* Taken a picture naked? I've left the 'show'  business now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Made out with a member of the same sex? Arre.. you dare ask me vaaheeyaat sawaals. No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Made out with a member of the opposite sex?? Well.. Umm... If I must be honest then... Umm.... No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Danced in front of your mirror? No. If would've ever seen myself dancing, I would've never danced after that. Hence. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Told a lie? No!!!!!!!! Never!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gotten in a car with people you just met? No. But met with people who just got in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been in a fist fight? I used to be a professional boxer at school. Wanna try ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? I was never sure of the whole situation. I never can be. So I stopped having feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been arrested? Yo! I'm an escaped convict. Was in for mass murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Left your house without telling your parents? Neva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Ditched school to do something more fun? Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Seen someone die? I killed a machchar once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kissed a picture? Chhee chee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Slept in until 3? Not 3. I was trying to make a record. But I woke up at 2:59:59!! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? Do it everyday. My jhuggi is top-open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Played dress up? What ze hell is that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fallen asleep at work/school? Neva! Neva! Neva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Felt an earthquake? Once. I was a bachcha. But I thought it was a 'man ka vehem' and closed my eyes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Touched a snake? Touched ???? Talk about eating! Ullmlmllmlmlml.... Scrumptious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ran a red light? Haha. Do it all the time! (Though I don't run past it, but drive past it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Had detention? Oye! Chubbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been in a car accident? Na.. Otherwise I would've been a very serious character in ICU or sumtn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pole danced? He did ? I thought poles were mostly stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been lost? Neva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sang karaoke? Neva Neva Neva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Haha. 503 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Uhhhh... Cheeee... No!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Snow ??? Eeee ka howat hai... ham dekha nahi hu kabhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kissed in the rain? Rain vain chhor.. Kiss hee nahi kari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sang in the shower? Time hota hai shower mein yeh sab nautanki karne ka ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Got your tongue stuck to a pole? Neva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ever gone to school partially naked? For god sake. Yeh tharkipana chhor de!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sat on a roof top? 503 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Played chicken? 'Played with chiken' you wanna ask ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Pool was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? Ohhhh ... They keep coming everyday.. Every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Broken a bone? Na re na na! (not even 50 50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mooned/flashed someone? Na bhai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Forgotten someone's name? 503 times.. Then I say"oye Bhai idhar aa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Slept naked? Bloody hell.. Kya karu nanga so ke ???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Backed out from drinking? Me is a coffeetotaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Played a prank on someone? Hahahahaahaa. Atleast 1006 times!!! Beware!! Muhhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Felt like killing someone? Naaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Made a parent cry? Ha ha. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cried over someone? Neva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Had sex more than 5 times in one day? Ohhh!! My current record is 4.8773472 approx. Shit. Just missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Had/Have a dog? ? Na.. So I made a friend my dog, Tarun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been in a band? Shaadi band ???? Pa pa pa pa ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Drank 25 sodas in a dayâ€¦.aka POP? Do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shot a gun? Why would someone shoot a gun for god sake ? We're supposed to shoot objects or people with a gun. (My rate -&gt; Rs.5000/ murder. No bargaining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hufff.... I'm tired... No... I'm ravi&lt;br /&gt;...No tired... No.. Ravi&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114423988157678246?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114423988157678246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114423988157678246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114423988157678246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114423988157678246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/04/namuno-wala-tag.html' title='Namuno wala tag..'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114362766889555943</id><published>2006-03-29T19:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:21:08.913+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Internet eating away your TIME????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/1600/10101010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/200/10101010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was reading wired and came across an article which says that.. a lot of americans use the internet just for fun. It made me think of internet in general and how i started using it . It was some 4-5 yeras back and i had used it only to search information , scientific articles or read episodes previews of startrek. Now, a great deal of trivia has penetrated internet .Chatting ,porn, blogging and online gaming sites which steal away our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet is a waste of time , if used casually and you might never know how much time you would spend on it. Internet addiction is a serious thing .. If you're addicted to the internet , you would spend hours on the internet increasingly to while away your time or just to hang out.It might be worthy to decide on how much time you would spend on a computer when you are hooked on to the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the earliest uses was to send and receive emails. Now, Instant messaging has hooked most people to their computers ,where they type messages instead of using traditional means of communication such as a telephone or letters which were popular for over a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that internet is a tool and is of great help if used wisely and can be a waste of time if we use it aimlessly . It had helped me a lot in reseaching things which would have been impossible otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a considerable debate on whether goverments should regulate the web or not if you think of china as an example. china has banned websites which depict content unsuitable for children. It had also banned many websites and asked search engines to not show any banned results on its website if you seach in china. Google has dropped some entries from its search results and complied with the chinese goverment. Other countries are considering banning websites which might be unsuitable for certain age groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Internet in general ? Do you think there should be control of information people should see or it should be allowed to all irrespective of their age,location and status?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114362766889555943?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114362766889555943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114362766889555943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114362766889555943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114362766889555943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-internet-eating-away-your-time.html' title='Is Internet eating away your TIME????'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114361025325348019</id><published>2006-03-29T14:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:30:53.276+09:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLAR ECLIPSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/1600/solar%20eclipse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/400/solar%20eclipse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/1600/solar%20eclipse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/400/solar%20eclipse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114361025325348019?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114361025325348019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114361025325348019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114361025325348019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114361025325348019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/03/solar-eclipse.html' title='SOLAR ECLIPSE'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114346987853319189</id><published>2006-03-27T23:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:15:49.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Profile</title><content type='html'>Well i didn't like the profile i have at my blog, so i am making on e of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;about me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more intelligent one is,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the better he knows how stupid one is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love me or hate me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it will never matter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;coz everyone like you n me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wont live sometime later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so im not bothered&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think of me as evil or mad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but no one's happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be him good or bad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;most go crying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but some eat bliss to live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so think of me as whatever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's nothing you can give. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;status:&lt;/span&gt; single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;birthday:&lt;/span&gt;August 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;age:&lt;/span&gt;17.2653671999 approx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;here for:&lt;/span&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;children:&lt;/span&gt;no(9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ethnicity:&lt;/span&gt;pacific islander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;languages i speak:&lt;/span&gt;C++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;political view:&lt;/span&gt;not political&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;humor:&lt;/span&gt;clever/quick witted, friendly,evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;fashion:&lt;/span&gt;alternative, smart,evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;smoking:&lt;/span&gt;trying to start&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;drinking:&lt;/span&gt;heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;pets:&lt;/span&gt;i like them at the zoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;living:&lt;/span&gt;Hopefully Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hometown:&lt;/span&gt;New Delhi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;webpage:&lt;a href="http://ryadav.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://ryadav.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;interests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;passions:&lt;/span&gt;itnay hai ke pata nahi kitnay hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sports:&lt;/span&gt;badi kirkit footi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;activities:&lt;/span&gt;Programming,Relaxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;books:&lt;/span&gt;abhi to"Five points someone"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;music:&lt;/span&gt;Classical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;tv shows:&lt;/span&gt;tv shows tv shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cuisines:&lt;/span&gt;dal roti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Personal Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apun Ka naam..RAVI.. kya..... bola na!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ideal match:&lt;/span&gt; Delhi XI vs Mahrashtra XI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;first thing you will notice about me:&lt;/span&gt;i have a face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;height:&lt;/span&gt;272 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;eye color:&lt;/span&gt;blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hair color:&lt;/span&gt;salt &amp;amp; pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;build&lt;/span&gt;:athletic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;body art:&lt;/span&gt;strategically placed tattoo, visible tattoo, pierced ears, pierced tongue, other piercing, navel ring, mona lisa painted on back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;looks:&lt;/span&gt;mirror-cracking material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;best feature:&lt;/span&gt;calves (awesomely strong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;turn ons:&lt;/span&gt;assertiveness, body piercing(s), candlelight, dancing, intelligence, long hair, power, sarcasm, skinny dipping, tattoos, thrills, thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;turn offs:&lt;/span&gt;all things run by bijli can be turned off and on but nothing of that sort was on the turn on list .... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;my idea of a perfect first date:&lt;/span&gt;01/01/01&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;from my past relationships i learned:&lt;/span&gt;everyone is more cheap than what he/she pretends to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;five things i can't live without:&lt;/span&gt;horse racing, lottery, cockroach curry and everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;in my bedroom you will find:&lt;/span&gt;mera PC, mere mice, Deck, TV, another PC, Almirah1, almirah2, AC and ME! by the mice are computer wale mice. oh!!! ya and bed tooo.... and a dust bin also and my cell phone is also kept there. there r some photos on the wall.. nono not fotos only fotos in foto frames....&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114346987853319189?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114346987853319189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114346987853319189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114346987853319189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114346987853319189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-profile.html' title='My Profile'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114346665857905205</id><published>2006-03-27T22:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:37:38.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the ages</title><content type='html'>Contrary to standard human thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     d(Age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;    ------- = -1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;        dt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boundry conditions are difficult to be determined.&lt;br /&gt;                                                 _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Age at death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person is born on 30th Dec 2004 and dies on 2nd Jan 2005,then the person is reffered to as(2004-2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the reader gets the impression that the person who died was one yr old.What a big blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 ways of out this.&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;(2004.997267 - 2005.005479) approx&lt;br /&gt;(fractions calculated considering 2004 as leap)&lt;br /&gt;(365 / 366 = .997267 and 2 / 365 = .005479 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must die on their birthday itself.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the age will be integral at time of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence we could write&lt;br /&gt;(2004-2005) and this will now signify the correct date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I remember a quote from my friend alto(person not car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always stay alive" - Alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           _________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Theory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this theory-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'1 person has 2 birthdays in 1 year'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof:&lt;br /&gt;Let us consider that today is 26th Aug&lt;br /&gt;Let us say you were born on 13th March&lt;br /&gt;So its been around 5 months since your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;in less than 7 months you will have your birthday again&lt;br /&gt;(you could verify this yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year = 12 months&lt;br /&gt;and 5&lt;12 and 7&lt;12 therefore&lt;br /&gt;you have your birthday twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you do not understand 'some', 'a big' or 'every' part of this post, I would kindly request you to not read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114346665857905205?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114346665857905205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114346665857905205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114346665857905205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114346665857905205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/03/matters-of-ages.html' title='Matters of the ages'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114054537392197948</id><published>2006-02-22T03:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T03:09:33.923+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from my balcony!</title><content type='html'>An awesome view from my balcony. I just coudn't resist putting it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/1600/Picture%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/320/Picture%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114054537392197948?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114054537392197948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114054537392197948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114054537392197948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114054537392197948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/02/view-from-my-balcony.html' title='The view from my balcony!'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114054496632227766</id><published>2006-02-22T03:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T03:02:46.373+09:00</updated><title type='text'>On a very sad note</title><content type='html'>munh ki baat sune har koi&lt;br /&gt;dil ke dard ko jane kaun kaun&lt;br /&gt;aavaazon ke baazaaron mein&lt;br /&gt;Khaamoshii pahachaane kaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be a topfied line ...but this is exactly how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;desperately missing some good friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114054496632227766?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114054496632227766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114054496632227766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114054496632227766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114054496632227766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-very-sad-note.html' title='On a very sad note'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114027126841927567</id><published>2006-02-18T22:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:14:48.290+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Unique Problem</title><content type='html'>I am facing a problem I don't think anyone has ever faced before. It all starts with my exams. The problem is that I have to study but I dont want to. And now I don't know what to do! Imagine! Have you ever even heard of something like this before ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel studying is so boring! Sorry for sounding so absurd but I speak out what I feel. I know Im random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing extremely well in my papers the whole year. I've been doing so well, I ought to jump in a well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a total of 27 / 70 currently and the highest is 67!(Cama mera aim hain tujhe harana)&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I think Im gonna top this course.(Neeche se!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this post, someone is sure to say,&lt;br /&gt;"Huh! Ullu de pathhe! yeh bhi koi problem hui ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Padayee, you are bad! I hate you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114027126841927567?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114027126841927567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114027126841927567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114027126841927567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114027126841927567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/02/unique-problem.html' title='A Unique Problem'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114025444438162238</id><published>2006-02-18T18:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:17:33.673+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Im cheel cheel... Im cheel cheel</title><content type='html'>Hey my boards are up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, a chill ran through my spine and spread around through my body including my knees(brain)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now! Im as chill as frozen.(Thats my Yahoo! status currently!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to care about the papers that approach at the speed of light and my attitude remains "Chill maar yaar! Yeh to ho jayega!" and now I have no idea what fate has for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proclaiming load "Oh man! I haven't studied anything!" before the exams is the most diplomatic and safe statement to make.&lt;br /&gt;If you get low marks, you didn't study. d(Ego) = 0 in this case.&lt;br /&gt;If you get good marks, you're a born genius and you get marks without you knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;d(Ego) is positive and very large in this case!&lt;br /&gt;('I guess I dont know my own intelligence' case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;There are some times, you actually haven't studied and are destined to get low marks.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around is saying "Yaar! I haven't studied".. Even the max. maggus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.What do you do then ???&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ravi's Solution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chidiya kauvva kya maarte ho&lt;br /&gt;Jo leni zindagi kee feel&lt;br /&gt;Chidiya kauvva kya maarte ho&lt;br /&gt;Jo leni zindagi kee feel&lt;br /&gt;Meri baat maano bhai&lt;br /&gt;Cheel maaro cheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cheel = chill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remain tension-free.. bring no fights into your mind and forget if something is troubling you...&lt;br /&gt;Leave aside the study and the marks... they'r stupider than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats exactly what I'm doing now...Writing posts, eating pau-bhaji, chatting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH shit!!!!!!!! Oh oh oh !!! SHIT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 9.01 already and I have only 2 hrs to eat food and complete the sylla. for the boards.... I'm dead...&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/20866125-114025444438162238?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114025444438162238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114025444438162238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114025444438162238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114025444438162238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-cheel-cheel-im-cheel-cheel.html' title='Im cheel cheel... Im cheel cheel'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114025385095679823</id><published>2006-02-18T17:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:10:51.010+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikhil: I call him OD</title><content type='html'>Odie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not about the garfield's odie but a very own version of odie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deer friend..(yess! deer not dog) NIKHIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's my best friend. We met in class 11 when we joined MSVV . I always used to sit with him. A very special thing about him and his notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose Nikhil's writing somethingand you do this in his NEAT notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/1600/od1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/320/od1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   (Im talkin about the dirty line I made)&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;&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;then Odie would respond by doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/1600/od2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/320/od2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          (He cancelled the line to remove the untidiness!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and said "Ravi! Please don't spoil my notebook! It should be very neat"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                            ________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later i named him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which signified Obviously Dumb (though i never called him by this name in his presence).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Od now wants to become an engineer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best of luck OD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114025385095679823?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114025385095679823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114025385095679823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114025385095679823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114025385095679823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/02/nikhil-i-call-him-od.html' title='Nikhil: I call him OD'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-114019527061892124</id><published>2006-02-18T01:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:54:30.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>meee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/640/ravi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/320/ravi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-114019527061892124?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/114019527061892124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=114019527061892124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114019527061892124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/114019527061892124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/02/meee.html' title='meee'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113838543697769275</id><published>2006-01-28T02:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:04:51.116+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Quiz!!</title><content type='html'>Well i have taken this from someone else's blog and doesn't matter unless he kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/1600/GUI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/400/GUI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following picture contains hints to major bands and artists and each item(object,person ) represents some band.Trust me there are a hell lot of more bands and artists than you actually think there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Test for Rock band Lovers..Name atleast 10 such bands and artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers can be found &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/milchbroetchen/68364988/"&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113838543697769275?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113838543697769275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113838543697769275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113838543697769275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113838543697769275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/band-quiz.html' title='Band Quiz!!'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113838401768060176</id><published>2006-01-28T02:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:46:57.710+09:00</updated><title type='text'>KBC Dveteeya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/1600/KBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4195/2102/320/KBC.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113838401768060176?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113838401768060176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113838401768060176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113838401768060176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113838401768060176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/kbc-dveteeya.html' title='KBC Dveteeya'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113838295796797541</id><published>2006-01-28T02:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:29:36.490+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sen Choori (Abe anpad, Century)</title><content type='html'>There are many who can speak french.&lt;br /&gt;But there are many who can't.&lt;br /&gt;And Im surely one of the many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny are the people who can speak it.&lt;br /&gt;They'r also funny who can't.&lt;br /&gt;Still I think, that Im not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense, it seems, is difficult to find,&lt;br /&gt;So sense the sense in this my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know, for you, its a tough one honey.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I dont think there's any&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113838295796797541?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113838295796797541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113838295796797541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113838295796797541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113838295796797541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/sen-choori-abe-anpad-century.html' title='Sen Choori (Abe anpad, Century)'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113838211006647983</id><published>2006-01-28T02:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:15:10.076+09:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2006 when...</title><content type='html'>1.  You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113838211006647983?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113838211006647983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113838211006647983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113838211006647983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113838211006647983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-know-you-are-living-in-2006-when.html' title='YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2006 when...'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113767373999622030</id><published>2006-01-19T21:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:28:59.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Khatam! Over! Finis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now official. My classes at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modern school VV&lt;/span&gt; are over, and I now live in a state of Velapanti. No more nocturnal ratta sessions, no more old ladies peering at me and saying "Puttar, Khana hazam nahi hoya?" (Did I mention I learn by pacing frantically around my dadi's verandah, who is NOT the old lady mentioned here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very important part of my life has ended, and another one is yet to start. I now exist in a state of Limbo, with Farida Khanum, Shamshad Begum, Suraiya et al for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What have I done since I got freedom, you might ask? Not much. Only one of my friends, Shaurya Verma got over with me, and I went with him to a closeby Bookstore, where I bought a number of books(obviously for BOARDS, atlest i'm studying now), dropped a pen, bent down to pick up the aforementioned pen, ignoring the salesman who told me not to bother, and banged my noggin against the granite counter. The thud, so my mother told me, was audible thrwee rows away. I debated whether to swoon, but contented myself with saying "Main Kahaan Hoon" in a weak voice. My mother was the only person to catch on. Sad, ain't it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I came home, ate dinner again, and conked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; What this post actually tells you is that I have not done much. Oh ,so now i am goin for my tuition and will hope to write another post in a few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113767373999622030?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113767373999622030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113767373999622030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113767373999622030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113767373999622030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/khatam-over-finis_19.html' title='Khatam! Over! Finis'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113752019423127832</id><published>2006-01-18T02:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:49:54.266+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna die bcoz of my CHEM IS (TO) TRY paper</title><content type='html'>Well i'm writing this post in a state where i can remember nothing more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHEMISTRY. I never had such a bad condition in the last 17 yrs of my existence. I think i'm really close to a nervous breakdown. Well tomorrow is my chem paper(thankfully my last pre board paper) and i do not know even a shit about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen to me.I think writng about my pathetic condition here , i will be releived of some stress and tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the OLD LADY has made a simple paper &amp;amp; pray to GOD to grant me with the entire world's GOOD LUCK on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D-DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113752019423127832?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113752019423127832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113752019423127832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113752019423127832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113752019423127832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-gonna-die-bcoz-of-my-chem-is-to-try.html' title='I&apos;m gonna die bcoz of my CHEM IS (TO) TRY paper'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113723614187049226</id><published>2006-01-14T19:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:55:41.870+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam time bakwaas!!!(pre boards)</title><content type='html'>Hello people, this is my pre board exam time post although I have nothing to write about. I had  loads of fun in the week preceding the exam &amp; did not study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation remains unaltered. Physics was our first exam &amp; now that it is over I feel as if ummmm as if- mere kandhon se ek bhaari bojh uth gaya hai(How do you translate this in English?? This shows that my English sucks &amp;amp; my paper will suck even harder). I actually stayed awake for 2 days &amp; 2 nights trying to cram up all the laws, formulaes, equations etc etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite my best efforts Physics was BAD as in really BAD!!! Even cheating did not help very much &amp; this is saying something since &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nikhil Ratan&lt;/span&gt; sits in front of me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tarun Tandon&lt;/span&gt; sits on my left( Both super-nerds of&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; MSVV&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post on a humorous note here is a joke:&lt;br /&gt;Santa goes to Banta's house driving a new Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Taunoo yeh changi si gaddi kittho milee??&lt;br /&gt;Santa:Oye!! ek badi soni si kudi mennu is gaddi vich lekar beach te le gayee te saare kapde utar ke sut diye.&lt;br /&gt;Banta:Phir kii hua??&lt;br /&gt;Santa: usne angrezi vich kaha, "Take what you want". Te main yeh gaddi utha laaya.&lt;br /&gt;Banta:Changa kitta!!! Kapdon da kii karna siii!!&lt;br /&gt;(This joke is Punjabi, I found this in my Friend's cell, sorry if you weren't able to understand)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113723614187049226?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113723614187049226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113723614187049226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113723614187049226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113723614187049226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/exam-time-bakwaaspre-boards.html' title='Exam time bakwaas!!!(pre boards)'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113723341782327777</id><published>2006-01-14T19:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:10:17.823+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A short writeup on Cows</title><content type='html'>The cow is a successful animal. Also he is four footed &amp; because he is a female, he gives milks(but will only do so when he is got child). He is same like God, sacred to the Hindus &amp;amp; useful to man. He has got four legs together. Two are forward &amp; two are afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His whole body can be utilizedfor use. More so the milk comes from four taps attached to his basement. His motion is slow only because he is of lazy species. Also his other motion(Gobar), is much useful to trees &amp; plants &amp;amp; as well as for making flat cakes(like pizzas) in hand &amp; drying in the sun. His only attacking &amp;amp; defending organ is the horns specially so when he is got child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short extract from the answer script of a student taking his IAS exams in Bihar.Needless to say that he passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113723341782327777?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113723341782327777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113723341782327777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113723341782327777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113723341782327777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/short-writeup-on-cows.html' title='A short writeup on Cows'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113723239206051086</id><published>2006-01-14T18:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:55:23.366+09:00</updated><title type='text'>(VERY HILARIOUS)!!!! PAKISTANI MATH QUESTION PAPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i) Students found copying will be shot on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ii) Any student coming late after 10 minutes after the exam starts will be forced to join Al Qayda group .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;iii) AK 47's and Grenades are not allowed in the exam hall. Students may keep their daggers, revolvers and pack of anthrax bombs only for self defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Math Exam Time : 3 hours Maximum Marks : 100 All questions are compulsory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Abdul was sent to jail for murder. He has 7 wives in his house. Abdul distributed money to his wives in such a proportion that the youngest andmost recent wife receives maximum and oldest wife gets minimum, and eachwife gets double of her former competitor. Abdul has 1700 Rupaye left in his house. Abdul's oldest wife needs atleast 25 rupaye per month. Find out the time when Abdul will have to break jail to come out and earn money so that his wives do not starve .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Imran tampers the ball thrice per over. He deforms the ball .02% of its original shape each time. Find the percentage deformation of the ball dueto tampering in a one day series match against India in which Imran bowled 9.4 overs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. If stability of a democratic Govt. in Pakistan is given by the following equation X exp3 + X exp2 -16 = i ; Find out X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. Probability of a Pakistani Prime Minister to be shot is 78 %.Probability of a Military General to be shot is 42%. Find the joint probability of a Prime Minister to be shot who is also a Military General.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5. Find out geometrically the area of Paktunistaan using PI Theorem withOsama BIn Ladens Correction (That is taking the value of PI = 786, instead of 3.14.....), if Paktunistaan is taken as a heptagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;6. Briefly discuss the Unsolved problem of "Bisection of aTriangle" with a Compass and an unmarked ruler if the triangle is named as KASHMIR.&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/20866125-113723239206051086?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113723239206051086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113723239206051086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113723239206051086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113723239206051086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/very-hilarious-pakistani-math-question.html' title='(VERY HILARIOUS)!!!! PAKISTANI MATH QUESTION PAPER'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20866125.post-113723227071323685</id><published>2006-01-14T18:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:51:10.713+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first entry</title><content type='html'>hey there ppl this is my new blog &amp; my very first entry. this blog is dedicated 2 all my friends who blog regularly &amp; have inspired me to start a blog.&lt;br /&gt;this is me Ravi signing off 4 now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20866125-113723227071323685?l=ryadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/feeds/113723227071323685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20866125&amp;postID=113723227071323685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113723227071323685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20866125/posts/default/113723227071323685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryadav.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-very-first-entry.html' title='My very first entry'/><author><name>RAVINAXXIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11654084002508689178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
