<?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-7803554697638037560</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:00:02.490-08:00</updated><category term='ladki bhi acchii hain rey....'/><title type='text'>Random Hearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-5300470177359998256</id><published>2009-05-09T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:13:11.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AYAN DUTTA...TV 9 MUMBAI</title><content type='html'>hey guys....sorry for not writing for such a long tym...was bsy wid da placements....ya m finally placed...TV 9 MUMBAI...chindi naam lagta hain na....but is recession ke zamane mein kuch bhi chalega....i joined on da 2nd of May...it's been nw a week...tdy is a sunday and m in office...kal off tha....nobody is here yet....btw i have been given lifestyle and entertainment beat....m handling da televison section fr nw...padmja is doing the entertainment....da work gets hectic sometimes...kaam hoga toh ghar pahuchte pahuchte 12:00 ya 1:00 baj jaate hain raat ke....have no tym fr myself...dats why without having an option i have to njy wat m dng otherwise mar jauga...seriously yaar miss dose days in pune....course teen ya char saal ka hona chahiye tha...thoda aur tym spend karte friends ke saath...koustav,megha,bhvana,amit,pushkin...many others....miss lemon n cream....m worried unka sale kitna kam ho gaya hoga!!! i know dose chickens must me happy ki m nt dere eating dem...lollypops!! ab toh kaam mein itna engrossed ho gaya hu ki bas ghar se office nd office se ghar...aur kuch nhai hota karne ko...hope u guys out dere having a gud tym at ur work...lukng forward to the convocation...jaldi hona chahiye ab...chal i gotta go...work is calling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;br /&gt;ayan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-5300470177359998256?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5300470177359998256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=5300470177359998256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/5300470177359998256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/5300470177359998256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2009/05/ayan-duttatv-9-mumbai.html' title='AYAN DUTTA...TV 9 MUMBAI'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-1702556151940101970</id><published>2009-03-21T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:32:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAND OF REUTERS...the last chapter</title><content type='html'>dis is my last chapter in da REUTER TRILOGY....after nt gtng through one of my many dream companies i was feeling a bit low and disappointed....bt as almighty would have it....one call from PAC nd i was off to the "land of reuters"...BANGALORE...da purpose being job  interviews...infact two of dem...IDG WORLDWIDE nd NEWS 9....i along wid deepak, tarun and sattu landed dere a day before...we were put up at krishnan's place...a house right in the heart of mother nature "jungle"...miles from da city and away frm da hustle and bustle; in the midst of nowhere was his house....beautiful,calm and cosy would be da right adjectives to honour it with...dey had a dog "DUKE IYER"...a vegeterian dog...quite obvious...we stayed dere for three days and i must say da hospitality was like "homely"...can i say dat...ya i think i can...for three days we indulged ourselves into authentic south indian cuisine...all thanks to krishnans mom we got first hand experience of gardening...da city is quite good...traffic is no less than mumbai...people are very helpful out dere...da crowd is "sexy'....we visited many places some of which being commercial street,m.g. road,brigade road...our stay was quite satisfying except da interview part which i won't like to talk abt much...congrats to sattu and abhimanyu fr getting through...on the last day we were joined my manish who also happened to crack da company bt was smart nt to take da offer...da race against time to reach da airport which was built in some other end of the world;to be on time for manish's flight would be one my most memorable high speed drives till date...all thanks to driver KRISHNAN....in all da trip to bangalore added another page to my book of memories...oh i didn't mention abt da train journey to and back..maybe next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;br /&gt;ayan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-1702556151940101970?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1702556151940101970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=1702556151940101970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/1702556151940101970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/1702556151940101970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2009/03/land-of-reutersthe-last-chapter.html' title='LAND OF REUTERS...the last chapter'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-5194830660537333426</id><published>2009-02-17T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:46:20.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REUTERS n ME....part 2</title><content type='html'>i picked up da phone....a sophisticated sound welcomed me on the other side...i had practised my "hello" well so dat wasn't a problem...da problem were da questions...dey started by asking me abt my interns..den dey shifted towards business..i was getting uncomfartable...i guided dem towards my interest being entertainment...dey asked me questions regarding dat and i handled dem well...but all hopes came down wen business was thrown my way...i tried few of dem but rest...phewwwwww.....say out of ten questions i answered four very well... u can do da maths...da interveiw lasted fr half n hour...i must confess dat i wasn't a bit scared or nervous during da interview...all jitters went away as soon as i picked up da phone..it was good interview in a sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: "I think i did well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twist in the story: "Koustav n Abhinav got selected"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to dem...dey deserved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next tym...buh...bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-5194830660537333426?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5194830660537333426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=5194830660537333426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the wait was finally over...the day i was dreading for had come...nd dere was no turning back...no excuse no options..i was by myself...it was jst REUTERS n ME!!....yes finally da day of interview...i had been waiting very eagerly for dis day but after hearing to what my predecessors (abhinav,harpreet nd koustav) had gone through i cursed my excitement....dey were grilling men!!!!!!! ek toh grilling...uspe business...last thing i wanted to be grilled over...i was in enemy waters nd i didn't knew how to swim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally 11th feb 4:00pm was the time given to me for my interview...i was in college before tym...way before. i lost count of my visits to da loo...even the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bai&lt;/span&gt; dere lukd at me wid suspicion...i was finally given a phone and asked to sit in a room and wait for dere call...never could i have imagined dat a simple lukng phone could instill fear in me...it was terrifying..i was lukng at phone like a small kid wuld stare at the first sight of a girls boobs...i was inspecting da phone like a forensic expert would for fingerprints...it was insane...i even practised da way i would greet dem wen i pick up..."hello", "HELLLOO"....nd den the phone rang...trngggggggg...trrngggg....my heart skipped a beat...and i picked up da phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-8796909644690869245?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8796909644690869245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=8796909644690869245' title='1 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type='text'>the final countdown...</title><content type='html'>well its jan and hardly few months to go before college ends....life is passing by like the wind and i am like that leaf caught in it...flowing with it without any control over it...i want time to stop...college sholudn't end yaar....i can't believe...its hard to sink in the feeling that all the fun in these two years is going to end soon and all you will be left with is those "good old memories"....those late nites at ur friends place...sipping coffee at the tapri...those "udharis" from ur friends...those "mature" love stories...and many...but mostly what u miss is the company of ur friends....no one to stop u from swearing on someone "bindaas"....khullam khulla line marna....when you get back home or to ur corporate life...you will miss all these...so the best thing to do is to enjoy the time u hav with you and make the best of it...if you haven't done something yet do it now....have n't proposed that girl yet let her know...kya hoga...na bolegi na.. bolne de...life thodi khatan ho jati hain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guyz n gals njy these last few months like it were ur last...so that whenever u think of these moments later it just puts a smile on ur face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;br /&gt;ayan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-5991306106200855451?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5991306106200855451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=5991306106200855451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/5991306106200855451'/><link rel='self' 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many classes...not much action....just movies and hanging out wid friends....but it's good in a sense dat in six months we all are out of here....dunno wen we will get back together or meet each other....telephone will be the only mode of conversation...toh jitna tym abhi mil raha hain masti kar raha hu....yaaaa dere are sum new girls in da block...juniors...media ke utne acche nahin hain...management has some gud figures....eye candies only...apna toh kya hain bachpan se hi bird watching ki aadat hain....if monali mam is reading this then hi to her and all the other staff members back at ibn7.......thank u once again for having me dere......chal gotta go....samose ki khushbu aa rahi hain baaju wale shop se..sorry for writing after so late...look out for dis space for more fun stuff...chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-7179219095835512072?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-7677522777988634298</id><published>2008-05-31T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:34:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baalmazdur.........a labour story</title><content type='html'>BALMAZDUR............by the name it sounds like some other B-Grade movie......but thats what we are called here at IBN 7...........YES IT'S TRUE......all the interns are named baalmazdur by the reporters working here.....its all in the good sense but still baalmazdur....that's disgusting.....still the first time we heard it we did not realize what they  were speaking but then i realized....they were referring to us......salle *****......but when we started working they had to change their views....we were the smart workers and better too.....when we gave them cold shoulder for their name calling they relented from calling it next tym.....aukad pe aa gaye....now they call us by our names...but seriously baal mazdur...that's innovative....by the way i also gave them a name"KANS MAMA".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-7677522777988634298?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7677522777988634298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=7677522777988634298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/7677522777988634298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/7677522777988634298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/baalmazdura-labour-story.html' title='Baalmazdur.........a labour story'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-1495748387881537795</id><published>2008-05-28T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T04:30:08.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chioce.....a luv story</title><content type='html'>the following is based on a true story.......&lt;br /&gt;well first of all i would like to give a different name to this person....i do not wish to reveal that persons name......lets call him/her No.2.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes like this that...No.2 has not been so lucky in love.....it's not like no.2 has not fallen in love....many times infact but no. 2 has always been the second choice.....many people have confessed their love for him/her but shit!!! no.2 was always the second choice....they already had a another partner but still they fell for no.2.......this was no.2s dilema....what a dilema to have.....bhagwaan kisi ko yeh taklif na de......so no.2 was always annoyed or shall i say angry with the game life was playing with him/her....not once but many a times.....the one he/she loved was already engaged but still wanted his/her company.....no.2 was upset with life....but eventually no.2 moved on.....so this article is a salute to the never dying spirit of no.2.......hope no. 2 finds his/her no.1......sooooooooonnnnnnnnnnn...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just wondering....going by the trends kya hoga agar no.2 gets married to a person who has already been married....and he/she is the second choice..........just imagine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;chao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-1495748387881537795?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1495748387881537795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=1495748387881537795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/1495748387881537795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/1495748387881537795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/second-chiocea-luv-story.html' title='Second chioce.....a luv story'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-1104657833054905282</id><published>2008-05-26T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:38:02.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought.....</title><content type='html'>hmnnnnnnnnnn....wat to write today......cnt think of anything.....it's 9:00 in da mrng...m in da office....my boss is sitting behind me...padmja is fiddling with the newspapers beside me....office is quiet...people have not come as yet...life is normal now as compared to da start of my interns....have got use to da hectic lifestyle...it dosen't bother me nw....i have been recently shifted to a different beat...they have given me "tech mantra"...a show showcasing all da latest gadgets in da market...sounds interesting...lets c.....jaanu called yesterday... it was gud to speak to her...she sounded bored of her job....was dying to go home...she has gifted bhavna a small turtle (soft toy)....uska naam karan karna tha....i suggested few names such as "pebbles", "chika" and "dot"....dekhte hain kya pasand aata hain unhe....nw i feel lyk getting back to da pune life...jst one year of college left..uske baad sab apni apni lyf main busy ho jaege....college lyf ki samapti and carreer lyf main entry....running behind ur boss and money.....dnt know where i will land up....hope somehwere gud...den family lyf ki tension...kids and all stuff....saala mere bacche toh mere se bhi hamrami hoge....but i want a gurl..dats for sure....oye.....kaafi senti ho gaya na....chal will get back to work...my boss is shouting at me for blogging.....catch up later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-1104657833054905282?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1104657833054905282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=1104657833054905282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/1104657833054905282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/1104657833054905282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-thought.html' title='just a thought.....'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-7103470413967247846</id><published>2008-05-22T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:20:54.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ayan's day out....</title><content type='html'>last few days have been very hectic.....i have been running here and dere covering stories....on 21st i left home at 6:30 in da morning and reached home at 1:00 in da nite...dat day i covered a soha ali khan and sharmila tagore story...den rushed to whistling woods and interviewed subhash ghai and shreyas talpade...after dat i went for da success party of jannat and den a late night party at hard rock cafe where da punjab team were celebrating...phewww....wat a day....hard rock cafe was awesome...amazing pub....and next day i went to borivali court for covering a murder case...dat was xciting and tiring.....so last few days have been very tiring but i am njying it...aur koi option hain kya..????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-7103470413967247846?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7103470413967247846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=7103470413967247846' title='1 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type='text'>Future is here.....</title><content type='html'>dat day i had gone to interview a baba who can see da future....he was suppose to make some startling disclosures abt bollywood stars.....so da following are the revealtions dat he made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ash is gonna have a baby boy....somewhere in october 2009&lt;br /&gt;2.kareena is nt gng to marry either shahid or saif...she is gonna marry sumne outside film industry&lt;br /&gt;3. rani is also gonna marry sumne outside da industry&lt;br /&gt;4.ranbir is gonna face competition&lt;br /&gt;5.neil nitin mukesh has a bright future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets c how many of dose come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-4679183935398924195?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-6826166344671920736</id><published>2008-05-16T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:33:22.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life of a journalist......</title><content type='html'>the day is 16th may 2008.....venue:ITC GRAND CENTRAL HOTEL, MUMBAI......THE OCCASSION:BENGALI LUNCH FOR KOLKATA KNIGHT RIDERS AND MUMBAI INDIANS.....THE REPORTER:AYAN DUTTA..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was xcited since morning wen my boss breifed me about the day's story dat i had to cover....i had to go to cover the mumbai indians and knight riders having a special "bengali lunch" at ITC,GRAND CENTRAL......i could hardly wait to leave.....the time came and i reached the hotel...and there he was...dressed in a simple blue jeans and a green t-shirt...the prince of kolkata...sourav ganguly...people were shouting "dada....dada" with their cameras flashing at him....but i was just standing back and soaking all in...i still couldn't believe it was him...it happens...but then i will get used to it...others present were david hussey,uthappa,ishant sharma....and....SONALI NAGRANI.......she was lukng absolutely ravishing .....tall and beautiful.....uuuffffffffffffff.......phir kya chatted with them.......had a nice luxurious lunch jo abhi tak hajam nahin hua hain as i am writing dis....burrrrppppp.....lo ho gaya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-6826166344671920736?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6826166344671920736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-2325883663905934767</id><published>2008-05-15T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:25:05.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 ka dum...ghatna hain.....!!!!</title><content type='html'>salla naam se hi flop lagata hain.....the game show by salman on sony is due to start in june...usi ke music video launch ke liye gaya tha....pakao video...kuch khaas nahin tha....just loud music...salman as usual in his vest....nahin chale ga rey show.....haan udhar "harpreet" mili thi...chirpy as usual...was xcited to see her...long time...mast khaya piya aish karke wapas aa gaya....that is what i like....the perks dat cme wid dis job.....hope for more of these kinds in future.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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hain.....!!!!'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-1172123892138917336</id><published>2008-05-14T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:39:22.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things i hate about everyone....</title><content type='html'>1. People who point at their wrist&lt;br /&gt;while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the&lt;br /&gt;hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off&lt;br /&gt;their ass to search the entire room for the tv remote because they&lt;br /&gt;refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the&lt;br /&gt;last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep&lt;br /&gt;looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are&lt;br /&gt;they? Gonna Kick their asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a&lt;br /&gt;film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid 100 bucks to come to the cinema&lt;br /&gt;and stare at the damn floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When people say "life is short".&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What&lt;br /&gt;can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you are waiting for the bus/train  and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus/train  came would I be standing here, dumbass?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-1172123892138917336?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1172123892138917336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=1172123892138917336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/1172123892138917336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/1172123892138917336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-things-i-hate-about-everyone.html' title='8 things i hate about everyone....'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-4043095719368064974</id><published>2008-05-09T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:47:05.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladki bhi acchii hain rey....'/><title type='text'>best t-shirt ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SCVEP9dZE6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6owbihMOrsU/s1600-h/pic05093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198636385855673250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SCVEP9dZE6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6owbihMOrsU/s400/pic05093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SCVDjddZE5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QMb3A7GmI1U/s1600-h/pic05093.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-4043095719368064974?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4043095719368064974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=4043095719368064974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/4043095719368064974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/4043095719368064974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='best t-shirt ever'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SCVEP9dZE6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6owbihMOrsU/s72-c/pic05093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-7764391176184334537</id><published>2008-05-09T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:07:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some best days of my life.....</title><content type='html'>1) You know the words to 'In-pin-safety-pin' and 'akkad-bakkad' by heart&lt;br /&gt;2) Cricket is almost a religion for you, and you idolize at least one of Kapil Dev/Rahul Dravid/Sachin Tendulkar/Saurav Ganguly&lt;br /&gt;3) You have read at least some Chacha Chaudhary or Tinkle comics&lt;br /&gt;4) You've watched Shaktimaan on TV at least once in your life. And you can immediately recognize the character when you see him.&lt;br /&gt;5) You couldn't wait for it to be December so you could have the Toblerone chocolates your NRI relatives brought you&lt;br /&gt;6) You watched Cartoon Network, and then the late night movies on TNT that came after Cartoon Network ended.&lt;br /&gt;7) You watched corny dubbed versions of Small Wonder, Silver Spoon, and I Dream of Jeanie&lt;br /&gt;8) You were THRILLED when McDonald's opened in your neighborhood (or even eight kilometers away)&lt;br /&gt;9) A visit to Pizza Hut used to mean a special treat&lt;br /&gt;10) You have seen Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and Hum Aapke Hain Kaun at least 5 times each&lt;br /&gt;11) You still remember the theme song to Hum Paanch.&lt;br /&gt;12) You have played hours upon hour of Pukdam-pakdai, oonch-neech, kho-kho, 'Doctor, doctor, help us!', 'Lock and key'&lt;br /&gt;13) Dog 'in' the bone was your favorite co-ed game.&lt;br /&gt;14) Much of your free time in school was spent playing UNO.&lt;br /&gt;15) You collected trump cards of wrestlers, cricketers, and airplanes, and did not quite understand why your younger siblings were obsessed with Pokemon and the other Japanese trends that followed.&lt;br /&gt;16) Your summer vacations were often synonymous with visiting your grandparents&lt;br /&gt;17) Your parents, at some point, told you 'Dark Room' was a bad game to play. But you still loved playing it.&lt;br /&gt;18) Bole mere lips, I love uncle Chips!&lt;br /&gt;19) You know the song 'Made in India' by Alisha Chinoi&lt;br /&gt;20) You have seen many many many episodes of 'Antakshri' on Zee TV and know the only thing constant in the show is Anu Kapoor.&lt;br /&gt;21) Amy evenings have been spent watching little kids gyrate vulgarly on Boogie Woogie on Sony.&lt;br /&gt;22) You were the coolest thing in class if you had a computer in your house while it was still the 90s.&lt;br /&gt;23) You learnt LOGO in school!&lt;br /&gt;24) You couldn't wait to start 4th/6th standard so you could start writing with PENS instead of with pencils!&lt;br /&gt;25) You often you terms and phrases like 'kutti', 'abba', 'same to you, back to you, with no returns', and 'shame shame, puppy shame, all the donkeys know your name.'&lt;br /&gt;26) You most probably saw Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge at the cinema at least once. You also fantasized singing songs in mustard fields like in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;27) You have seen David Dhawan and Govinda movies and laughed at them.&lt;br /&gt;28) You have said 'haw' or 'haw ji ki pwji' when you saw people kissing in English movies&lt;br /&gt;29) You have seen Titanic at least 12 times.&lt;br /&gt;30) You thought seeing English movies and speaking English made you the coolest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;31) Captain Planet was your first introduction to environmental consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;32) You have tried to convince people around you to not burst crackers on Diwali, and then gone straight back home and burst them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;33) You have had endless packets of Parle Gluco G biscuits, and of Brittania Little Hearts biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;34) You loved licking off the cream from the centre of Bourbon biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;35) There were no Nike, Reebok, Adidas, Puma- Bata and Liberty was the way to go for your sports shoes.&lt;br /&gt;36) You have probably consumed more Frooti in your lifetime than there is oil in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;37) You watched Baywatch on Star World even though (or because) your parents said you shouldn't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;38) You would literally jump up in excitement if you ever chanced upon an imported car (Oh my gosh, is that really a MERCEDES?)!&lt;br /&gt;39) You used to Fuzen gum. You also chewed Big (big) Babool and/or Boom Boom Boomer chewing gum. They were bright pink and disgusting tasting, but you loved them for the temporary tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;40) Talking of temporary tattoos, you sometimes had contests with your classmates about who had more tattoos on their arm, leg, knee, hand, forehead, wherever.&lt;br /&gt;41) You knew that having the latest Hero or Atlas bicycle would make you the coolest kid on the block.&lt;br /&gt;42) You can imitate Sushmita Sen's winning gasp to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;43) Seemingly senseless acronyms like SRK, DDLJ, KKHH actually make sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;44) You have at some point debated who was more beautiful- Aishwarya or Sushmita.50) You know what Campa Cola is. And you also knew that Coca Cola was THE drink.&lt;br /&gt;45) When you would watch WWF keenly every evening/afternoon and really think that Undertaker had 7 lives and he made an "actual" appearance in the Akshay Kumar- starrer Khiladiyon ka Khiladi.&lt;br /&gt;46) When all backpacks (or 'schoolbags') and water bottles and tiffin boxes had strange cartoon characters that were hybrid versions of seven or eight different characters, and you still bought them, because a green man wih a water pistol, boots, a jet-pack, Johnny bravo hair, a rajasthani mustache, gloves, and underwear (long johns) over his pants, called 'Mr. X' was OBVIOUSLY a status symbol.&lt;br /&gt;47) You remember the Nirma tikia jingle.&lt;br /&gt;48) You remember the Nirma girl.&lt;br /&gt;49) You remember the 'doodh doodh' ad and also the 'roz khao andey' ads.&lt;br /&gt;50) You grew up reading, if you read at all, some or all of Nancy Drews, Enid Blyton books, Hardy Boys, Babysitters Club, Animorphs, Goosebumps, Sweet Valley series, Judy Blumes, and Tintin, or Archie comics. Because naturally, reading foreign authors made you much coller than reading Tinkle.&lt;br /&gt;51) Towards the late 90s (1998-99) at least some of us started our Harry Potter obsessions!&lt;br /&gt;52) You absolutely HAD to go to Essel World if you wnet to Mumbai! "Essel World mein rahoonga main, ghar nahin nahin jaaonga main!"&lt;br /&gt;53) You watched the Bournvita Quiz contest on TV pretty religiously. The smarter ones amongst you actually took part in it and had your entire school and your entire extended families watch you on it!&lt;br /&gt;54) "Jungle jungle baat chali hai, pata chala hai. Chaddi pehen ke phool khila hai, phool khila!"&lt;br /&gt;55) Maggi 2 Minute Noodles = ultimate snack (and tiffin, lunch, dinner)!&lt;br /&gt;56) If you grew up in the early 90s, you recall the nation's obsession with Mahabharata on TV&lt;br /&gt;57) In the later 90s, you religiously followed Hip Hip Hooray on Zee. Maybe Just Mohabbat on Sony too.&lt;br /&gt; 58) You eagerly awaited Friendship Day, so you could give friendship bands to all your friends, and get bands from them in return. Then, of course, those with the most bands loved to show them off (and on Rakhi, boys with the most Rakhis loved showing those off too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u remember them...?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-7764391176184334537?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7764391176184334537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=7764391176184334537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/7764391176184334537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/7764391176184334537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-best-days-of-my-life.html' title='some best days of my life.....'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-8086244358738502743</id><published>2008-05-08T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:01:50.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she came....she looked...i lost</title><content type='html'>it's day 9 at ibn 7.... as usual i am in da office at my desk writing news....it has been the same since may 1st wen i joined....its hectic,tiring but a hell lot of learning as well...i got to meet priya dutt and ravi shastri....covered all beats xcpt entertainment.....but dis is not abt wat work i do or nythng...its abt dis girl dat i saw tday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time: 10:05 am&lt;br /&gt;location:ibn 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at my desk going through some newspapers wen dis girl walks past me...curious by nature i look at her and dere i see standing an absolute beauty....wid smoky hair standing not so tall she was looking ravishing in her formal yet cool outlook...i have seen her many a times on cnn-ibn reporting but i dnt remember her name....waise toh yahan ki sab ladkiyan ek se ek hain...trust me...wat a good collection of girls...i feel like being in a fashion industry wid models walking da ramp beside me....phewwww....its very hard to control your hormones....so dis girl is talking to sumne...nd i at my desk is not able to see her properly as da wooden barrier between me and da desk opposite me is restricting it...so i am deliberately elongating my neck at every moment to catch a glimpse of her....and den she smiled....her laughter filled da room and suddenly i felt rejuvinated...like bringing a dead one alive...den she walked past me again and gave a look dat would melt any hearts...haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.........i also gave my best look possible but saali ne dekha bhi nahin....chalta hain...bade bade desho main aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehati hain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dats why da title of dis writing..."she came...she looked...and i lost my heart....i thought no one can be more prettier den her...kya looks,kya smile,kya figu.....nd den another one walked past......and my heart went uuu lal laa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-8086244358738502743?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8086244358738502743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=8086244358738502743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/8086244358738502743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/8086244358738502743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-cameshe-lookedi-lost.html' title='she came....she looked...i lost'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-7416116550960098222</id><published>2008-05-08T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:48:55.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an amazing love story.......</title><content type='html'>He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the&lt;br /&gt;party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was&lt;br /&gt;too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter.. "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty&lt;br /&gt;coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!! Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love. Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-7416116550960098222?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7416116550960098222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=7416116550960098222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/7416116550960098222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/7416116550960098222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/amazing-love-story.html' title='an amazing love story.......'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-6982650886206620373</id><published>2008-05-08T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:50:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the making of the blog....</title><content type='html'>da inspiration behind me making my blog came from "BHAVNA" ....my luv gurumata....her blog is jst aaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg!!!!!! u mst visit her blog.....amzing writing abt luv and all stuff....mstly luvv...i jst luv her blog....&lt;br /&gt;her blog id: "o3.indiatimes.com/delhidreams"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-6982650886206620373?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6982650886206620373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=6982650886206620373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/6982650886206620373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/6982650886206620373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/making-of-blog.html' title='the making of the blog....'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803554697638037560.post-3845707958754127</id><published>2008-05-08T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:19:21.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shubh aaramb</title><content type='html'>aajkal sabh hi blogs banane lage hain..so i thought why should i be left behind....chalo main bhi join kar leta hu the bandwagon....here u can xpct nythng....wrting dat will make u laugh or cry...dat will make u fall in love wid me or hate me...or u can xpct utter rubbish......wenever i will feel lyk i would post smthng...bt rest assured it will be from da heart.dats why the name..........RANDOM HEARTS...........KEEP BLOGGING...BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803554697638037560-3845707958754127?l=bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3845707958754127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7803554697638037560&amp;postID=3845707958754127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/3845707958754127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803554697638037560/posts/default/3845707958754127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkingayan.blogspot.com/2008/05/shubh-aaramb.html' title='shubh aaramb'/><author><name>randomhearts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693176444824513902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T0HA909n9E/SZrI6IHFzeI/AAAAAAAAACs/zp3vR0DTLNU/S220/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC00977.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
