<?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-20616551</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:24:54.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare2DreamBig</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreaming is not as easy as it looks requires courage,yet Dream,Dream and dream Big!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20616551.post-115022946685020634</id><published>2006-06-13T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:13:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this blog is moved to http://dheeraj.wordpress.com</title><content type='html'>Ill now keep blogging at wordpress at http://dheeraj.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dheeraj.wordpress.com/"&gt;my blog at wordpress use this link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is moving...&lt;br /&gt;dheeraj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-115022946685020634?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/115022946685020634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=115022946685020634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/115022946685020634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/115022946685020634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-blog-is-moved-to.html' title='this blog is moved to http://dheeraj.wordpress.com'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</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-20616551.post-115019272627005440</id><published>2006-06-13T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:58:46.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can live without YOU....</title><content type='html'>Today is 10th day ,i havent talked to you.Not because i didnt want to but beacuse i wanted to make myself realised that i can... yes i can live without you.today i saw you  on a busy road where you were talking to a strange person,you were laughing, kind of enjoyement was on ur face like fire.i wanted to talk to you that time but i couldnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the very first day when we met.it was cold night. i was in a dark room ,you were also with me.that day i shared the things which i never shared with anyone believe me you were d first one and you are and you would be.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can live without you my dear cig. i can live without you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-115019272627005440?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/115019272627005440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=115019272627005440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/115019272627005440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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great and impressive. &lt;br /&gt;"That was awesome performance dude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ass : an unworthy and hated person. &lt;br /&gt;"I cannot be friends when you act like an ass." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ball : a fun time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ball [slightly offensive] : a testicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang : a powerful effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beast [offensive] - an ugly woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo - a young woman considered sexually attractive but of limited intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitchy [slightly offensive]: moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like my friend, even though he can be really bitchy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booze: alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boozer : a pub &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bull: bullshit; lie. &lt;br /&gt;bullshit [offensive]: lie; dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;cheesy: cheap; lacking in good taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciggy - slang for cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap [slightly offensive] : something worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap [offensive] : excrement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap [slightly offensive] : falsehoods and lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ding-dong - argument or fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geek: an unattractive person who works too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glitch: flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goof : make a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goof : a silly and foolish person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goof off: waste time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goof up: make a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goofy: silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gut: a person's stomach; belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guts: courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horny:  in the mood for sex, sexually stimulated;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerk: stupid or annoying person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naff - something which is cheap and nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naff off - a milder version off fu*k off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nut : odd or crazy person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nut : someone passionate about something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nutter - crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuts [slightly offensive]: testicles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nutty - eccentric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss [slightly offensive] - to urinate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed - drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed (off): angry; upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss-head - a habitual drinker or alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss-up - a big drinking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw up: to make a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw-up: a person who makes a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----dheeraj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-114868257040187035?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/114868257040187035/comments/default' title='Post 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main inhi andhero main&lt;br /&gt;isi khwahis ke saath ki kabhi toh jujhe meri yaad aayegi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main janta hun ki bhula diya hai tune mujhe magar bar bar rah-rah kar mere dil main &lt;br /&gt;khyal aata hai..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;dheeraj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-114864413348230633?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/114864413348230633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=114864413348230633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/114864413348230633'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-114798832801137570?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/114798832801137570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=114798832801137570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/114798832801137570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/114798832801137570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/2006/05/interview-with-god.html' title='The interview with GOD...'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</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-20616551.post-114772010887928039</id><published>2006-05-15T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:08:28.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gud link!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~wolfand"&gt;&lt;b&gt;link&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-114772010887928039?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/114772010887928039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=114772010887928039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/114772010887928039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/114772010887928039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/2006/05/gud-link.html' title='gud link!!!!'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</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-20616551.post-114762065255395282</id><published>2006-05-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:41:06.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~adhanda/junk/prettyboy1.swf"&gt;listen from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;--dheeraj&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-114762065255395282?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/114762065255395282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=114762065255395282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/114762065255395282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/114762065255395282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20616551.post-113778335662824941</id><published>2006-01-20T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:55:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hann..Thats fine but............</title><content type='html'>Thats fine but....thats what my mentor said ,when i explained him one algorithm and its implementation.i dont know how much effort i put in to understand that algo,but came to know what ever i did was not enough for him...i am not saying  he was wrong ,perhaps or certainly i was not able to explain perfectly..but this word "but " really sux...hope next time i will only hear from him : "thats nice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During understanding that algo i dont remember how many times i thought "why do people need to write code in assembly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-a-way day was good because i did something  waise ..i am not sure how much value that will create yet i am happy...and that is good thing in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dheeraj :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-113778335662824941?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/113778335662824941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=113778335662824941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113778335662824941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113778335662824941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/2006/01/hannthats-fine-but.html' title='Hann..Thats fine but............'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</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-20616551.post-113750466992331524</id><published>2006-01-17T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:08:05.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of The Best joke I Ever Heard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post is oucome of my timepass i did today in my office, this post is fom that website.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A man was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said: "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess".He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again and said: "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week."The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out: "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want". Again the man took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.Finally, the frog asked: "What is the matter ? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me ?"The man said, "Look I'm a software engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog is cool." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Might Be An Engineer If...&lt;br /&gt;You have no life - and you can PROVE it mathematically.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy pain.&lt;br /&gt;You know vector calculus but you can't remember how to do long division.&lt;br /&gt;You chuckle whenever anyone says "centrifugal force".&lt;br /&gt;You've actually used every single function on your graphing calculator.&lt;br /&gt;It is sunny and 70 degrees outside, and you are working on a computer.&lt;br /&gt;You frequently whistle the theme song to "MacGyver".&lt;br /&gt;You know how to integrate a chicken and can take the derivative of water.&lt;br /&gt;You think in "math".&lt;br /&gt;You've calculated that the World Series actually diverges.&lt;br /&gt;You hesitate to look at something because you don't want to break down its wave function.&lt;br /&gt;You have a pet named after a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;You laugh at jokes about mathematicians.&lt;br /&gt;The Humane society has you arrested because you actually performed the Schrodinger's Cat experiment.&lt;br /&gt;You can translate English into Binary.&lt;br /&gt;You can't remember what's behind the door in the engineering building which says "Exit".&lt;br /&gt;You have to bring a jacket with you, in the middle of summer, because there's a wind-chill factor in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;You are completely addicted to caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;You avoid doing anything because you don't want to contribute to the eventual heat-death of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;You consider ANY non-engineering course "easy".&lt;br /&gt;When your professor asks you where your homework is, you claim to have accidentally determined its momentum so precisely, that according to Heisenberg it could be anywhere in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;The "fun" center of your brain has deteriorated from lack of use.&lt;br /&gt;You'll assume that a "horse" is a "sphere" in order to make the math easier.&lt;br /&gt;The blinking 12:00 on someone's VCR draws you in like a tractor beam to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;You bring a computer manual / technical journal as vacation reading.&lt;br /&gt;The salesperson at Circuit City can't answer any of your questions.&lt;br /&gt;You can't help eavesdropping in computer stores... and correcting the salesperson.&lt;br /&gt;You're in line for the guillotine... it stops working properly... and you offer to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;You go on the rides at Disneyland and sit backwards to see how they do the special effects.&lt;br /&gt;You have any "Dilbert" comics displayed in your work area.&lt;br /&gt;You have a habit of destroying things in order to see how they work.&lt;br /&gt;You have never backed up your hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't bought any new underwear or socks for yourself since you got married.&lt;br /&gt;You spent more on your calculator than on your wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;You think that when people around you yawn, it's because they didn't get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;You would rather get more dots per inch than miles per gallon&lt;br /&gt;You've ever calculated how much you make per second.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite James Bond character is "Q," the guy who makes the gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;You understood more than five of these jokes.&lt;br /&gt;You make a copy of this list, and post it on your door (or your home page !)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-113750466992331524?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/113750466992331524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=113750466992331524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113750466992331524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113750466992331524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-of-best-joke-i-ever-heard.html' title='One Of The Best joke I Ever Heard.'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</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-20616551.post-113690710016869973</id><published>2006-01-10T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:31:40.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i need "Killer Instinct"?</title><content type='html'>Today i came to know thai i urgently need to review "Design of God for me" from HLD to coding.while designing me, he/she (yup..i am talking about God who has created me  ,not sure about gender) forgot to implement certain necessary API's ( deliberatily or accidently)...API's i trually need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most urgent API i truelly neeed is API related to --&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;killer instinct".&lt;/strong&gt;Instict can be defined as a inborn behavioural charactristics of a person but what is killer instict..hhuummmnnn?? ok let me try to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never-ever  played any game to win,never-ever studied to TOP, Perhaps i am not programmed to do so...There's always been my philosophy to play any game of life ( yeahh.. life indeed is a game , i forget sometimes) and it is where killer instict comes into the picture, its "widambana" of life that people will forget how hard i tried or ? or how well i played the game , they do remember who is wearer of  " crown of the success".Linkin park's one song describes it very well..... have a look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apartWhat it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I triedso hardAnd got so farBut in the endIt doesn't even matterI had to fallTo lose it allBut in the endIt doesn't even matter".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;killer instinct means play to win!!! ,whatever be  means... but winning is the only truth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why am i writting all this crap?? why do i need killer instinct ??only answer is life is compelling me to do so..so  now onwards i 'll try to priorities tasks,complete them ,and will use them ( yeah i said use).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares will i be able to do so or not...(frankly speaking me also dont care)..but i need change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning life..slowly..gradually....&lt;br /&gt;Dheeraj -:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-113690710016869973?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/113690710016869973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=113690710016869973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6624/2073/1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6624/2073/320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My definition---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.L-oss O-f V-aluable E-nergy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.A state of mind in which a person is far away from reality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.If a person has nothing to do and wants to waste his precious time ,a better time pass is love for them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precautions---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Love but only with him/her who is willing to waste his/her time with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Never love twice,atleast not in "one life".there are reasons for that---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why will i never love again.......?&lt;br /&gt;It came like a slight rain on a dry desert, falling gently and&lt;br /&gt;Quietly. But it was more than enough. The memories came flooding back. I&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had forgotten her but then I realized that i had forgotten&lt;br /&gt;just how beautiful she was! I thought i had laid aside her thoughts but&lt;br /&gt;no,it was just my feelings for her that i had hid in the most secure&lt;br /&gt;corner of my heart. And now i could feel the pain returning.After a&lt;br /&gt;long time I was feeling. Really feeling.....feeling and sensing the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never imagined what affect one glance of her would have on me.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if it had been just a day before that we had parted. one&lt;br /&gt;long years of separation-every second seemed like time without end. But your&lt;br /&gt;sight has erased those one long years from the memory.The memories&lt;br /&gt;of the time we had spent together have come back.Those evenings by the&lt;br /&gt;lake-side throwing pebbles into the silent water,those long walks-hand&lt;br /&gt;in hand in moonlit nights,those long chattings and those moments of&lt;br /&gt;infinite silence we spent together looking into each others eyes.......&lt;br /&gt;The very thought makes the heart ache.Oh! how glad am i to see you! I&lt;br /&gt;am speechless.Words don't come out only the tears keep rolling down&lt;br /&gt;the cheek.Sometimes tears convey what mouth fails to speak. I want to&lt;br /&gt;clasp you in my arms,behold you for eternity,touch you but if only i&lt;br /&gt;could.Alas you were mine.&lt;br /&gt;Does not&lt;br /&gt;You had invited me on your marriage.I would have come if i could.I&lt;br /&gt;felt happy for you but it would have been difficult for me to hide my&lt;br /&gt;emotions.I hope you understand.I know you do but if only you had&lt;br /&gt;understood me a bit earlier.I had calmed myself thinking that you are&lt;br /&gt;happy.But now the pain has returned- the pain of separation,the pain&lt;br /&gt;of lost love.What hurts is not that you are not mine but that once you&lt;br /&gt;were mine.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know how much i still love you, how much i still care&lt;br /&gt;for you, how much i still adore you.But you see i don't have that much&lt;br /&gt;courage left in me which i had when i had expressed my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Time and fate have snatched that belief,that confidence i had in myself&lt;br /&gt;.I hope you will probably understand my silence for if you can't&lt;br /&gt;understand my silence you will probably never understand my words.&lt;br /&gt;I will never love again for if i am true to myself and my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;I can never lose you .You will always be there in my thoughts,in my&lt;br /&gt;mind,in my heart,in my words,in my poems,in my writings and in&lt;br /&gt;everything i do. No one can probably take your place ever."Days will&lt;br /&gt;pass and turn into years but i will always remember you with silent&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love&lt;br /&gt;dheeraj :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-113663830279855729?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/113663830279855729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=113663830279855729&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113663830279855729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113663830279855729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-will-i-never-love-again.html' title='WHY WILL I NEVER LOVE AGAIN?'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20616551.post-113663722671791082</id><published>2006-01-07T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T04:33:46.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i smoke??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6624/2073/1600/smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6624/2073/320/smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6624/2073/1600/smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6624/2073/320/smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is post is certainly first time on this blog of mine ,but this is a thing which i usually keep forwarding,not because i want to increase awareness or point out benefits of smoking but only reason is many-a-times some set minded people ask me this million dollar Q-Why do i smoke,answer lies in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a good emotional crutch. In a bar, waiting for a girl, and feeling nervous? Light up a cigarette, it washes all feelings of trepidation away!&lt;br /&gt;Salves against boredom. One of the great things about a smoke is that it is a good way to while away an idle ten minutes. Got a compulsive personality? Feel uncomfortable and frustrated when you don't have anything to do? Smoking is for you! You too can light up when waiting for a bus or a taxi, and not feel annoyed for one second that said bus or taxi is late, cos lets face it man, you're smoking and nothing could be further from your mind than boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my objective is to hide my emotions from myself and not feel them, smoking certainly helps me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use smoking to avoid feeling unpleasant emotions such as sadness, grief and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A general rule of life is that the sort of people who moan about smokers, and prissily insist on non-smoking sections, and invite me to put my cigarette out, are the most irksome bastards around. By smoking, i annoy them, which is a good thing in itself. Plus i get to sit in the smoking section, where all the cool people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, remember that there is more to life than good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dheeraj&lt;br /&gt;keep SMOKING(S-end M-sgs O-f K-ool E-ssense)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-113663722671791082?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/113663722671791082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=113663722671791082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113663722671791082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113663722671791082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-do-i-smoke.html' title='Why do i smoke??'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</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-20616551.post-113655424140275966</id><published>2006-01-06T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T05:30:41.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we need change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6624/2073/1600/change.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6624/2073/320/change.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is a rule of nature and we are part of mother nature,does it mean this is why we need change,certainly not!we need change because nature compells us to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many other reasons also---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love -(you may laugh but it is true i have seen many people who changed themself entirely because his/her beloved wanted to do so).&lt;br /&gt;2-Just for change- yes , my logical senses are working nicely ,sometimes i want to change myself because i want a change.it may be a change of quitting any habit,or changing my job or whatsoever is reason, but i need change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there may be many reasons to change but most important thing in process of changing ,i think,should be change for happiness of my heart ,mind and soul.if change is creating any kind of disturbance in any of these three,i always try to change myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in pic here tells a very valuable thing about change.(hope i will                                                                                                     remember this always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       dheeeraj -:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20616551-113655424140275966?l=dfordheeraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/feeds/113655424140275966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20616551&amp;postID=113655424140275966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113655424140275966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20616551/posts/default/113655424140275966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dfordheeraj.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-do-we-need-change.html' title='Why do we need change?'/><author><name>Dheeraj sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856201351549890096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
