<?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-2010986498974373557</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:38:13.149-08:00</updated><category term='abstract emotions'/><category term='function'/><category term='travelogue'/><title type='text'>Metravellog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vinay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SRmaVI91JEI/AAAAAAAABq8/aymlsa9w0TY/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010986498974373557.post-3373556509576785431</id><published>2009-03-12T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:53:40.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract emotions'/><title type='text'>Who knows what the future holds?</title><content type='html'>One Gang leaves today. All I'm thinking is..there are some that look good and then tehre are some that really are good. And sometimes the good seem more like bad simply cuz they're good and the bad pretend to be good. But this time around I learnt to segregate milk from water and see for myself who deserves my smile and who deserves the treatment. The treatment. Shall be. Meeted Out. Now that thats that..I love using these weird looking cliches. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, one thing that struck me ahrd was when I kissed Aashna goodbye and sought permission from her mom for a final Attack attack being kisssing the baby nonstop till she cries. She okayed the attack but asked me never to say "Final" now I felt weird cuz I actually found that sensible. Even if it is final let it not be called so. Who know what the future holds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the fight with the cab driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"AC dalo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Per Km dho rupaya extra hoga saab"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"kisne bola? Maine poocha office pe waisa nahi hai"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lik what the fuck's goin on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"AC dalo bhai  yeh kya tera baap ka gaadi hai kya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The driver was infuriate. He parked the car on a side and said get out of the vehicle. I was of course a happy bystander in all this while the fighters burnt their asses tryina show each other who is bigger. But I appreciate the driver for standing his ground thats quite an achievement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine u r a driver who lied to ya customer for extra money and then even when u got caught u stood ur ground called up office n told them before this dude starts talking and then have the guts to sto pd vehicle n demand that your passengers get out cuz they foul mouthed you.  Wow! Guts tht gotta be appreciated. and comin from the side that bore the brunt is quite a compliment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm wondering what the future holds as the gang filters itself one by one. Am like..ok so what are we gonna do. There's a difference between going out with someone to have fun with them and taking someone out with you while u r havin fun so u can use him as ur personal spectacles and make him ask the tariff details while u weild ur plastic money like you're some fire breathing dragon only people don think so they see through ur facade like i do. Like we can see thru water on broad daylight. And they're not buying ur innocent smiles and wrinkled white ass. All i'm sayin is i played along cuz i had no choice. I couldn have refused cuz the other choice was to be stuck at a strangers place with balls for dinner. I'd rather take the deep sea i said but wen the time is right the treatment shall be meeted out who knows what the future holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010986498974373557-3373556509576785431?l=metravellog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/feeds/3373556509576785431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-knows-what-future-holds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/3373556509576785431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/3373556509576785431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-knows-what-future-holds.html' title='Who knows what the future holds?'/><author><name>Vinay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SRmaVI91JEI/AAAAAAAABq8/aymlsa9w0TY/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010986498974373557.post-4128225189086078951</id><published>2009-03-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:39:45.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='function'/><title type='text'>All for one</title><content type='html'>Day 3, 23 Feb: &lt;div&gt;This is the day where i fulfill the purpose of my visit. It's Aashna's birthday  23 Feb and my aunt's wedding day. The get together was top class. there was amazing food and this superp milk sweet that tasted like a refined version of milkmaid. There were two cakes one for the baby and one for her creators. The evening was  a get together with around 32 kids I had the time of my life with one of the kids who brought a bow and arrow for a gift and started crying in ten seconds after his entry cuz no one said hi to him. Kids. He had four servings of cake and took home another piece. The entire apartment's kids had come down and they were one loud riot. I played Numero uno while i was not serving. We had cake potato chips coke and sweets. As if the lunch ad the cake wasnt enough evning we had a serving of Tandoori butter roti with two side dishes. If all I've been saying bout till now is food, thats how it was. I SO wanted to sleep in the noon but ended up playing soccer with a bunch of kids armed with a tennis ball :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped with suggestions for the supposed decorations it dint turn out as good as expected but wat the hell? Twas all for a one year old baby she couldn have known the difference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010986498974373557-4128225189086078951?l=metravellog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/feeds/4128225189086078951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/4128225189086078951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/4128225189086078951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-for-one.html' title='All for one'/><author><name>Vinay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SRmaVI91JEI/AAAAAAAABq8/aymlsa9w0TY/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010986498974373557.post-4369779368276559510</id><published>2009-03-08T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:31:17.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelogue'/><title type='text'>Sea of Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SbS3L1bo0hI/AAAAAAAACbs/5aGbCsCwlJM/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 feb, 2009 Sunday&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day began late and slow but caught up pretty soon. Decided to go for shopping in two splits. The morning batch went to Central..the place for all sorts of accessory and clothes shopping. I got myself fila floaters and a white t shirt that had a guitar on it :D my 13 year old cousin got a pair of shoes worth 2k. 1k over my purchases :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back home. Grandma inquired bout the rates before passing her comments on the goods. Grandpa made Fried rice with some new spices he'd bought. He said I'm the raitha specialist n made me do the onion raitha. After the feast comes the siesta. I said I'll pass and watched Slumdog millionaire. Slept midway thru couldn stand the movie after all the hype. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Evening, uncle took us to this GRAND hotel that had the best interiors i'd ever seen. The roof was filled with bottle like glass cases that were filled with light the lights gradually changed and since they were the only light source for the entire hotel, the hotel changed colors as the lights did. Refer pics for a better idea. The entire room changes colors when these bulbs go on. It was something I'd never seen before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SbS3L1bo0hI/AAAAAAAACbs/5aGbCsCwlJM/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SbS3L1bo0hI/AAAAAAAACbs/5aGbCsCwlJM/s400/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311071274526102034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SbS3Lvmk5fI/AAAAAAAACbk/nzMfi8NOFjY/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SbS3Lvmk5fI/AAAAAAAACbk/nzMfi8NOFjY/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311071272961369586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SbS3LMCmv5I/AAAAAAAACbc/ZDoOP-NZP40/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SbS3LMCmv5I/AAAAAAAACbc/ZDoOP-NZP40/s400/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311071263415254930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like a sea of lights that consumed and flushed the entire room and the mood changed with each color. The USP was that the lights changed color gradually not abruptly. So one minute you're in the dark and before you know its too bright. The restaurant was aptly called bleu :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me n my cousin took the liberty to check the loo. n he passed the verdict nothing worth mentioning there though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010986498974373557-4369779368276559510?l=metravellog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/feeds/4369779368276559510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/03/sea-of-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/4369779368276559510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/4369779368276559510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/03/sea-of-lights.html' title='Sea of Lights'/><author><name>Vinay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SRmaVI91JEI/AAAAAAAABq8/aymlsa9w0TY/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SbS3L1bo0hI/AAAAAAAACbs/5aGbCsCwlJM/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010986498974373557.post-1704198837661222357</id><published>2009-02-26T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:45:37.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelogue'/><title type='text'>Guest Of Honour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SaeaBPbndiI/AAAAAAAACbM/aBrvOnG61n0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was greeted at the Railway Station by a Toyota Innova  AC car with a driver whom uncle affectionately called Basha Bhai. Dude had eye lashes so thick, I thought it was eye liner at first. The weird thing about trains is they make me wanna bathe. Especially the toilets, I strictly avoid using them but on this occassion I went in there quite frequently thanks to babes on that end of the compartment. Andhence the necessity, the compulsion rather, to bathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food. Home made. The best a man can ever get. Anddhen you're with grandparents they tend to look at eating as more of a daily task. Something as uninterestings Brushing your teeth. One simply has to do it on time. So that they can move on to the next thing  schedule. Which is sleep. However, I dint sleep this day, cuz the hep gang was bout to arrive by a little later than noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The start was slow but it gradually picked up later n reached a crescendo. But the VIP arrived only by evening. And by did we enjoy her company or wat. Aashna was intimidated by so many people hogging her like a pack of wolves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle said "she feels like she's come to a zoo". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A zoo where the animals aren't caged", I added.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SaeaBPbndiI/AAAAAAAACbM/aBrvOnG61n0/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307380031992329762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st February 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010986498974373557-1704198837661222357?l=metravellog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/feeds/1704198837661222357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/02/guest-of-honour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/1704198837661222357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/1704198837661222357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/02/guest-of-honour.html' title='Guest Of Honour'/><author><name>Vinay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SRmaVI91JEI/AAAAAAAABq8/aymlsa9w0TY/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SaeaBPbndiI/AAAAAAAACbM/aBrvOnG61n0/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010986498974373557.post-2474300494695695378</id><published>2009-02-26T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:38:42.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelogue'/><title type='text'>The Train</title><content type='html'>The moment I stepped into the train, I saw this talkative guy. He was sitting all alone but he had that look on his face n I could tell he was eager to start a conversation with just about anything that crossed him n I happened to be that thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among a lot of other things he told me, the following hold a special space in my heart I will never forget the way he told me this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: "See, pippal need ishtable governa ment. Do you have a boat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Boat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: "Boat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "If I had a boat, why'd I travel by train?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: "No. Do u have right to cashte a boat?" he said showing his index finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conversation ended with me screaming my lungs out "I have no interest in politics AT ALL. AT ALL!!@"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M dream  train journey would be opposite a hot chick who travels alone n the rest of the passengers are either a family minding  their own businesses or young bachelors who look worse than me :D However this time, I traveled with the loud mouthed UP politics spewing guy and the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) A bald headed call center guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) One fat married guy with his not so fat wife who broke her hand recently, it was bandaged n he was showeriing her with all the attention that made me sick to my gut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) One Rajasthani kid, fair slim, brown hair, Paan in mouth keeps to self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) One guy who looked like Strict officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;==Once I realized these were my co-passengers I sort of prayed that the hot chick dint show up==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010986498974373557-2474300494695695378?l=metravellog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/feeds/2474300494695695378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/02/train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/2474300494695695378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010986498974373557/posts/default/2474300494695695378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metravellog.blogspot.com/2009/02/train.html' title='The Train'/><author><name>Vinay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vf0M28MJ1Ag/SRmaVI91JEI/AAAAAAAABq8/aymlsa9w0TY/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
