<?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-3745208673328126673</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:26:41.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ok! Its alright!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sahil Nagpal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17010047056439993291</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745208673328126673.post-7734972696829765482</id><published>2009-02-03T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T01:07:21.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Its been 330 days since my last post and I certainly hope this one makes a tinge of sense unlike the others. The lights are out, Beatles queued up for the next hour and a sane mood, the perfect ingredients for a blog post and I still have no clue what this is going to be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, ladies and gentleman I present to you 'Clueless'! This post is everything you need to know about nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you have been there and done your best to get rid of it. Well, this ain't about getting you out of it. Its about making you feel the blankness of a bare mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some answers in life are better off when kept unanswered. The most convenient option being, leaving it to nature. Whether its the true worth of your love or about the reason of your existence. Sometimes there might be some answers you don't want to hear, some outcome you don't want to come, some feeling you don't want to feel. So when you think you can't face the answer to your own question, why ask it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, if the result of an election is pre-determined by the opinion polls. All hope is lost in a jiffy. There is disappointment, lack of determination to work and no purpose. Thankfully, this doesn't happen in most cases. All credit, for a change, goes to that minority who decided to stay indecisive. Its these people, who give the candidate a reason to play which keeps them running for longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the chances of a success resulting from your decision, it might still be a good idea to let your question find its own answer. When something that has occupied your thoughts for a considerable amount of time ends in a disappointment, even that tad of hope that existed before is now lost, leaving you with nothing but a failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745208673328126673-7734972696829765482?l=somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/feeds/7734972696829765482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745208673328126673&amp;postID=7734972696829765482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/7734972696829765482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/7734972696829765482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/2009/02/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>Sahil Nagpal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17010047056439993291</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-3745208673328126673.post-5493295665657199254</id><published>2008-03-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:03:20.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>I yam back!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Been ages since I blogged!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;To quickly update my 'wide readers' about my life in the past few months...&lt;br /&gt;        First of all, I am in college now!!! And I am 18!!!! And most importantly I got over my Tetris addiction!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it isn't! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College ain't all that great. I still can't drink alcohol legally. And now I am addicted to Spider Solitaire. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fear not! Beatles has kept me happy all this while. I have officially fallen in love with their music! Please listen to all their songs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I made quiiiiiiite  a few friends in the last few months. Some good ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am done. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745208673328126673-5493295665657199254?l=somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/feeds/5493295665657199254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745208673328126673&amp;postID=5493295665657199254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/5493295665657199254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/5493295665657199254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its Been Awhile'/><author><name>Sahil Nagpal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17010047056439993291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745208673328126673.post-8964664434506475142</id><published>2007-06-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:01:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:1px solid #5f677c; width:210px; min-height:54px; padding:4px; font: 11px verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html?r=user_posted_link"  style="color:#2e4b82;"&gt;&lt;img src="3817.jpg" width="50" height="50" align="left" style="float:left; border:2px solid #006; margin-right:5px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="display:block; padding-top:18px;"&gt;The Impossible Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745208673328126673-8964664434506475142?l=somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/feeds/8964664434506475142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745208673328126673&amp;postID=8964664434506475142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/8964664434506475142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/8964664434506475142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/impossible-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Sahil Nagpal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17010047056439993291</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-3745208673328126673.post-8678863623915104063</id><published>2007-05-02T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:03:15.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont need no title...!</title><content type='html'>Well...well...well...We meet again. The only time I blog is when I am PISSED. But this time, I m not that PISSED. Just a little bugged with the way things are going :(. I have nothing to talk about. So I am just going to shut up about my life :P!&lt;br /&gt;Let me try talkin about something other than my life this time. For instance, about the positions one takes while carrying out nature's second most pleasurable activity in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't get ideas. Sex is the first, not second.:P&lt;br /&gt;Second would be sleeeeeeeepppiing!!! Something I have been doing quite a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...I couldn't come up with anything better :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Scientists believe the position in which a person go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es to sleep provides an important clue about the kind of person they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They figured out 6 distinct positions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Foetus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The yearner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Freefall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Starfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found four of them to be the most interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The foetus is supposed to be the most common. Nearly 41% of the world population sleeps with this position and its kinda true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/RjenH0-5tZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W1z6W9e38Dg/s1600-h/Photo-0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 290px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/RjenH0-5tZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W1z6W9e38Dg/s400/Photo-0173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059696459297437074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats the foetus position and that happens to be my cute little cousin, Sejal. Isn't she adorable :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The one below is Priya. I shall not explain what she was doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; before taking that picture, but all that matters is that she is slee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ping in the foetus position :P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/Rjenzk-5tbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x3WHX1Pzeec/s1600-h/Photo-0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 234px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/Rjenzk-5tbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x3WHX1Pzeec/s400/Photo-0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059697210916713906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is what &lt;/span&gt;I found about&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;peop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; who sleep in this position.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Those who curl up in the foetus position are described as tough on the outside but sensitive at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;heart. They m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay be shy when they first meet somebody, but soon relax."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ahem...Anyway, the next one  is slightly weird. Its called the yearner position and guess who sleeps in it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/Rjh9HU-5tfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zMX0vmvVfIY/s1600-h/Photo-0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/Rjh9HU-5tfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zMX0vmvVfIY/s400/Photo-0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059931746195846642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its candy's dog!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yay!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her name is lassie. Candy, this is for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;"People who sleep on their side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;both arms ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;t in front are said to have an open nature, but can be suspicious, cynical. They are slow to make up their minds, but once they have taken a decision, they are u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;nlikely ever to change it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cynical eh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The next position is called the soldier and thats me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/Rjh95k-5tgI/AAAAAAAAABE/gyz8oldZTE4/s1600-h/Photo-0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/Rjh95k-5tgI/AAAAAAAAABE/gyz8oldZTE4/s400/Photo-0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059932609484273154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Lying on your back. People who sleep in this position are generally quiet and reserved. They don't like a fuss, but set themselves and others high standards."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is getting interesting!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the last I got. The freefall position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/Rjh_p0-5tiI/AAAAAAAAABU/9NlCnpP4BuQ/s1600-h/Photo-0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 327px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/Rjh_p0-5tiI/AAAAAAAAABU/9NlCnpP4BuQ/s400/Photo-0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059934537924589090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that would be Sagar. I really don't know if the description really suits him. But, thats for you to decide...here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Lying on your front with your hands around the pillow. Often gregarious and brash people, but can be nervy and thin-skinned underneath, and don't like criticism, or extreme situations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If your position isn't here, worry not! If you belong to the last two positions, send me your picture for the benefit of humanity :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log (15%):&lt;/b&gt; Lying on your side with both arms down by your side. These sleepers are easy going, social people who like being part of the in-crowd, and who are trusting of strangers. However, they may be gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starfish (5%): &lt;/b&gt;Lying on your back with both arms up around the pillow. Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ese sleepers make good friends because they are always ready to listen to others, and offer help when needed. They generally don't like to be the centre of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A perfect guide to tell you which type of position &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you belong to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/RjiD50-5tlI/AAAAAAAAABs/xsz_Z6-WBu4/s1600-h/_39343154_sleeping_416.gif"&gt;          &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/RjiD50-5tlI/AAAAAAAAABs/xsz_Z6-WBu4/s400/_39343154_sleeping_416.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059939210849007186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3112170.stm"&gt;BBC NEWS: Health: Sleeping positions give personality clue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/S/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745208673328126673-8678863623915104063?l=somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/feeds/8678863623915104063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745208673328126673&amp;postID=8678863623915104063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/8678863623915104063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/8678863623915104063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-need-no-title.html' title='I dont need no title...!'/><author><name>Sahil Nagpal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17010047056439993291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kUjKceZK4Uc/RjenH0-5tZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W1z6W9e38Dg/s72-c/Photo-0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745208673328126673.post-4368637914036002606</id><published>2007-04-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:17:41.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it just couldn't get better....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;   ok..! why my life sucks part III.......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m sick...! feels sooooooooo goood...!&lt;br /&gt;i looked up the internet to tally my symptoms....found one exact match...check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The following symptoms will occur 10-21 days after exposure to chicken pox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low grade fever.&lt;br /&gt;Runny nose, slight cough.&lt;br /&gt;Decrease in appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;Tired, rundown feeling.&lt;br /&gt;These symptoms usually occur 24-48 hours before the spots appear on the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When the spots first appear they will start on the chest, back, or face, and  eventually are seen over the entire body. The spots may occur in the mouth as  white ulcers, and as ulcers in the ears and eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one whole year I wait for this exam....and here it goes...!!! i get sick 2 days before it...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;screwed my boards, thinking i might get another chance at the VIT entrance exam...the only college i applied for...the only entrance i was supposed to write...but it just had to screw up...! :((&lt;br /&gt;Ruined my bloody career. And now i am stranded in my room all day...nothing to do...nothing to read...have curd rice for lunch...dinner...and everything between it...! gaah!&lt;br /&gt;My only entertainment, perhaps would be counting the number of spots I developed...and yea...i got tetris...and maybe wait for my phone to ring...which never happens...even if it does...the name of the caller turns out to be disappointing...but...i got MUSIC...! yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;currently running the 246 shuffle song on my ipod...waitin for the battery to die out...then i go back to counting the spots for a couple of hours...basically...i m having a very nice time...with so many things in my head...which definetely doesnt help my sickness...&lt;br /&gt;and the exam is not the only thing i m missing...i missed a concert too...was dyein to hear a chennai band perform....called "afterburn"...missed a concert a couple of months back...becoz of sum filthy exam...and now i miss another...!!!&lt;br /&gt;blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745208673328126673-4368637914036002606?l=somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/feeds/4368637914036002606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745208673328126673&amp;postID=4368637914036002606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/4368637914036002606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/4368637914036002606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-just-couldnt-get-better.html' title='it just couldn&apos;t get better....!!!'/><author><name>Sahil Nagpal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17010047056439993291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745208673328126673.post-8957682948878452105</id><published>2007-04-02T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:17:18.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 hour vacation..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; previous post was a little too harsh&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....so let me just cover up for something...dont want the pain to hurt that much...&lt;br /&gt;wel..let me talk about somethin irrelevant...i really cant think much about anything else...d only other  good reason why my life sucks again would be my trip to bangalore....&lt;br /&gt;Never expected too much from the trip...thought i would get bored...but it had to turn out much worse...&lt;br /&gt;i decided use the trip for myself...to improve myself...to accept the world as it as and probably decide to live in it and with it...i wanted some time out for myself...just wanted to sort out my life...&lt;br /&gt;but it just didnt have to happen...i have no idea what god expects from me...&lt;br /&gt;i was in bangalore for 18 hours...thats all d time i had to sort out my life...have some fun...meet my relatives...hang out with them...go on lonely walks...watch a couple of movies...visit a couple of malls and probably even some shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously none of that happened...it was an empty trip...i came back the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;and it felt so weird...the same train...the same seat...the same breakfast...the same water bottle...it felt like some big time deja vu...very weird...&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind...i could still use the time in chennai...i went into isolation...tried to sort out my life...pretended dat i was in b'lore and most of my friends even thought i was...it wasnt  a bad idea...managed to take a few decisions...hopefully the right ones...&lt;br /&gt;the fun part didnt happen cause of some stupid strike...i m so not in a mood to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if you are still awake after readin this...man! u got patience....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745208673328126673-8957682948878452105?l=somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/feeds/8957682948878452105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745208673328126673&amp;postID=8957682948878452105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/8957682948878452105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/8957682948878452105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/2007/04/18-hour-vacation.html' title='18 hour vacation..!'/><author><name>Sahil Nagpal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17010047056439993291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745208673328126673.post-4187659575622545045</id><published>2007-04-02T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:18:01.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD SUCKS and YOU CANT CHANGE IT!</title><content type='html'>hello...this is....my fiends and friends....my new blog...&lt;br /&gt;i say fiends first...only because since i was a kid...i was told to name those things first that have a preference or some kind of majority...no other reason why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats so special about my blog?&lt;br /&gt;honestly...i advice you not to even read it...i just had to vent out something on someone...i got no "evil" intentions...i dont intend to ruin somebodys life or just make things a little worse for somebody...unfortunately i cant have a  reason for my "evil" act to be something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i acted dumb and without reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would not buy anybody anywhere...defintely not me...so i guess it wouldnt buy you either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my blog...why am i even doin this????&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would even do something like dis...and besides who would like to read a k12 student write about what he feels about the world in a very very primitive language?&lt;br /&gt;it really doesn matter to me...as long as the message is put across a certain audience....who i thought really matterd to me and dat i mattered to them too...i would like to generalise this certain audience as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"THE WORLD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The world SUCKS and nobody....absolutely nobody can change it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time...lets say 4 years ago...i was probably the most anti social guy i had ever known...introvert...never "interacted" with my fellow humans...people encouraged me to change myself...and i m glad i did..&lt;br /&gt;i am glad that i did try to "interact" with "THE WORLD"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i am glad is that...if i hadnt changed...if i hadnt "interacted" with "THE WORLD" ...i would have never known how pathetic the condition of this world could get...&lt;br /&gt;i would have never known...what kind of people lived in it and how "evil" they could get...i would have never come across  situations with  humans and how well they could betray me at the times i needed them the most...&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell...i would have never understood people...i say people and not certain people...cause everyone is born to become a part of the same shit...&lt;br /&gt;every single soul that is born, will eventually become a part of the people...a part of the the general public...a part of the same old shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 4 years of researchin my fellow humans...i thought i found exceptions...no wonder why the research lasted for 4 years...&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised...how could this experiment with a pre-decided result last for 4 whole years...I somehow got into the fantasy that it would last for eternity...but there....BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;there was a chemical explosion in my lab...thats what happens all the time...the higher you go, the harder would be your fall...&lt;br /&gt;so i am just glad...i fell...at the right moment...if it had been a little earlier...it wouldnt have hurt that much...but now it did...in fact...even the pain feels just right...perfect...couldnt feel better...&lt;br /&gt;if the explosion had taken place a little while later...it would have hurt much harder...a pain i couldnt have swallowed...so i m just glad about the timing and accuracy of the fall...it mattered more than it matters while launchin a enthusiastic bungee jumper from the top of the tower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explosion just symbolises one thing....there aren't any fuckin exceptions to this already so fucked up place called "THE WORLD"...&lt;br /&gt;dats my point...dats it...&lt;br /&gt;there are some pussies out der....who would probably leave me a comment a year or two later...tellin me how sad they felt after readin this blog...about the way life treats me...and how i should never give up hope....n blah...blah...blah...&lt;br /&gt;well to all you pussies out der...hold your voice or i would be holdin your throat...n make a nice snuff film out of it...course...i get to do the finishing touches...well....to those even pussier pussies...d snuff  i m talkin abt has nothin to do with wats in your head....&lt;br /&gt;a snuff film is a pornographic film in which at the end of the sexual act the victim is murdered on camera...intrstin? well....make sure you  arent  starrin in it and you know how to avoid that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am goin to diverge a little bit...i am gonna talk about something else now...its indirectly connected to the first phase of this blog...i ain't going into the connection now...&lt;br /&gt;this is a story...&lt;br /&gt;a story about a guy who writes a note to his love&lt;br /&gt;on a little purple hut&lt;br /&gt;telling her that he has had enough&lt;br /&gt;about the names&lt;br /&gt;about the games&lt;br /&gt;about the things that people say&lt;br /&gt;nevr mind about the back beat&lt;br /&gt;let love take a front seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...thats not exactly the story i was talking about...but never mind (not the back beat)...i liked it...&lt;br /&gt;i'll make the story as short as i can...though i really cant make it sweet enough...&lt;br /&gt;theres a guy here too...since its a love theme...we shall bring in a girl too...n duh! he likes her....&lt;br /&gt;a lot...!&lt;br /&gt;but hes confused...really confused...doesn know what to do about the girl...&lt;br /&gt;so he tries to buy some advice...and as usual...there are plenty who supply it....&lt;br /&gt;he turns to a person he always trusted...but he didnt realise that things werent same between them anymore...things changed...so does the world and the people living in it...attitudes change...minds think...and hence change...the so called "friend" supplies no such advice...all he does...is make things worse for him...threatens to mess up all he had...he lies..for his own good...and uses it against his own friend...u must be gettin a blurred view of the situation...wel...i cant help...i aint gettin a clear picture too...&lt;br /&gt;all of this...taught him too many things...&lt;br /&gt;he learned to love...&lt;br /&gt;he learned to hate...&lt;br /&gt;and he learned never to trust a single soul in his life ever again....&lt;br /&gt;and similiarly even his experiment failed...like everybodys who tried...a 0% success rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the human genome project has a better success rate than this...too bad...but it teaches every single scientist a lesson...and that matters a great deal...makes him a better scientist...more experienced and very much aware of the dangers ahead of him...the biggest of all being "THE WORLD" itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an experiment is always advantageous to a scientist...it being a faliure or a success doesn change the weight of the advantages obtained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...what have i learnt from "THE WORLD"...&lt;br /&gt;lets see...&lt;br /&gt;1. "THE WORLD"  sucks&lt;br /&gt;2. NEVER...NEVER TRUST ANYBODY...NOBODY AT ALL...!&lt;br /&gt;3. never love&lt;br /&gt;4. never hate&lt;br /&gt;5. just let "THE  fucking WORLD" do whatever it fuckin wants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745208673328126673-4187659575622545045?l=somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/feeds/4187659575622545045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745208673328126673&amp;postID=4187659575622545045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/4187659575622545045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745208673328126673/posts/default/4187659575622545045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodyisgonnagethurtrealbad.blogspot.com/2007/05/world-sucks-and-you-cant-change-it.html' title='THE WORLD SUCKS and YOU CANT CHANGE IT!'/><author><name>Sahil Nagpal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17010047056439993291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
