<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:17:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Life And Times of Neelakantan</title><description>The Regular Occurences In My Weird Life.</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-6251527449448101231</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-10T23:34:44.478+05:30</atom:updated><title>Typical Americans</title><description>How dumb can this Captain be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nata2.info/humor/pictures/americans.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nata2.info/humor/pictures/americans.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the image to view it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-6251527449448101231?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2007/02/typical-americans_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-7655414325850471105</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-08T22:22:52.531+05:30</atom:updated><title>Check out some of my Terragen pics</title><description>http://www.orkut.com/Scrapbook.aspx?uid=13534172116070562514&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are in my Album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-7655414325850471105?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2007/02/check-out-some-of-my-terragen-pics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-5775023972618623913</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-05T01:48:04.818+05:30</atom:updated><title>My Lungs come in handy.</title><description>No I aint donating organs. Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days ago, some guys raided the DPL fuseboxes outside our house( thos 440V ones). anyway DPL guys told us to be on the lookout for power cuts when the street lights are still on. So today the power goes but street lights are still on. Guess what? Two guys had switched off the power connection at the fuse box which was unlocked(except for a crappy interlock) So Our house being at the corner I shouted  and those guys ran off before we could chase them. There was a big gathering. Everyone abuses the night guards and their agency owner. The upshot is, we have to get new night guards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-5775023972618623913?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-lungs-come-in-handy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-1121422394920990419</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-26T19:11:37.239+05:30</atom:updated><title>D.A.V.'s Republic Day becomes Public Spectacle.</title><description>Republic Day Celebrations in our school have never been eventful. The same old Parade, P.T. and cultural programme, not to mention the boring speeches. Not this time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school was doing the Mass P.T. after the Parade. There's this stupid exercise where we have to jump,clap and turn. Then we have to sit down for the exercises done while we're sitting. Just as we were doing the last turn and about to sit down, There's a loud explosion. Everybody ws startled but we thought it was just firecrackers. Suddenly the drum beats stopped and we saw parents and teachers running toward the basketball court. Apparantly what happened was that there was a guy filling up baloons with Gas and his cylinder exploded. Our principal("Pintoo") was imploring the parents to keep calm. There were kids sitting quite near the cylinder and luckily no kid was hurt. The man lost a leg, which flew off with the cylinder and landed somewhere in the overgrown area behind where we were sitting. Again luckily the cylinder did not fall on the students who were just sitting down. The chief guest nicely insulted pintoo. After the programme, the parents gheraoed the principal's office. Four teacher's were standing in front of the door asking the parents to calm down. Man, we thought he was going to get beaten up. But since no kid was hurt the parents did not beat him up. damn eventful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-1121422394920990419?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2007/01/davs-republic-day-becomes-public.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-7873845245068100955</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-08T16:55:43.787+05:30</atom:updated><title>KBC 3 promo</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BdIRRUuOmJw' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BdIRRUuOmJw'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This ad is a bit wierd. Does it make any sense at all? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-7873845245068100955?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2007/01/kbc-3-promo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-5877932067511158301</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-08T01:27:24.365+05:30</atom:updated><title>12 Days Of Indian Christmas</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VBfdZHksr9Q' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VBfdZHksr9Q'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've added YouTube to my blog and here's the first video&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-5877932067511158301?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2007/01/12-days-of-indian-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-7250561061021052992</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-08T01:33:00.864+05:30</atom:updated><title>Some funny cartoons</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTkND_9rh8o/RaFR2AOaZMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f15tdKRpq98/s1600-h/grim02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTkND_9rh8o/RaFR2AOaZMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f15tdKRpq98/s200/grim02.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017381448082678978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some funny cartoons from a site I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's The Not-So-Grim Reaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTkND_9rh8o/RaFRqwOaZLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3lakyHF98t0/s1600-h/grim03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTkND_9rh8o/RaFRqwOaZLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3lakyHF98t0/s200/grim03.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017381254809150642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-7250561061021052992?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-funny-cartoons_08.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTkND_9rh8o/RaFR2AOaZMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f15tdKRpq98/s72-c/grim02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-1793095125343255958</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2007 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-03T00:16:58.767+05:30</atom:updated><title>Well, Nose to grinding stone for some time.....</title><description>My Class XII pre boards starting soon...well day after tmr actually. heh heh heh ....&lt;br /&gt;Then its study for boards and competitive, Man Class  XII Sucks. Have to give all these stupid entrance exams and get good results. GRRRR.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-1793095125343255958?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-nose-to-grinding-stone-for-some.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-8650417822853833692</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2006 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-03T21:14:53.678+05:30</atom:updated><title>Exams Coming...Aaaahhhh!!!!!</title><description>Well Exams xoming in 12 days. I have suddenly realized that I have a humungous amount to revise. The tottering pile makes my knees go weak. Have to revise Physics,chem and maths. CRAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my half-yearly supply of various items has arrived. Translation:"Sis  ter has arrived from Singapore". I usually manage to get her to buy a couple of useful things from ther. like a 25pack of DVD-Rs, some books(Peter Norton's guide to Linux, P.G.Wodehouse, Asimov...). So i am sorely tempted to read those but sigh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-8650417822853833692?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/12/exams-comingaaaahhhh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-9159923758202950748</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-25T15:20:58.511+05:30</atom:updated><title>Dhoom Machaale</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saw Dhoom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on Friday. Not bad. Expected a bit more. There's no story to speak of, the music sucks, and they've ruined the ending. Uday Chopra is just the comic relief, Bipasha is eye-candy. Hrithik looks  cool and the stunts are great. The effects are rather impressive. The scenery is also good. Aishwarya .... is all right but not really a meaty role. and NO bikes till the last 10-15 mins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hrithik's disguies are also quite  good. And Hrithik's entrance and Abhishek's entrance rocks. The movie's watchable but I wouldn't recommend it to anybody looking for a story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-9159923758202950748?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/11/dhoom-machaale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-5196377936114930562</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-21T16:30:33.321+05:30</atom:updated><title>Voices In My Head</title><description>What am I? Just a bunch of atoms, with certain electrical signals inside some specific atoms. Sometimes I wonder what made man develop the capacity for abstract thought. Why did he not stick to seaching for his next meal? Why did he develop greed,avarice and pride? Why are some people's neurons more efficient than others? Why am I writing so much crap? My neurons need to be cleaned...Round II of My extistential Angst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-5196377936114930562?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/11/voices-in-my-head.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-5643877928372961463</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2006 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-18T22:04:06.487+05:30</atom:updated><title>Zonal Informatics  Olympiad....And Aching Feet</title><description>Went for the Zonal Informatics Olympiad. It was held in Kolkata. Means had to take an early morn train. The teach who went with  us was..How should I put it?...A Nincompoop!!!!! First He's really nervous.(He's new you see) We got into the train and reached Howrah at right time(8:45 AM) we told him to take a ferry and cross the river and take a taxi from the other side. But No...He WILL take a prepaid taxi from the station. Net Result: Got stuck coming out of Howrah station and going to Rabindra Setu. The Traffic there literally crawls. Add some really "interesting" odours and you have a bad time. It took us half an hour just to cross Howrah Bridge. Reached Venue(Park Street) a bit late. Went to give the exam. Was all right. Questions were a bit wierd. But all right. Exam over at 1:00. This guy want to take a train called Shaktipunj which leaves Howrah at 2:15 P.M. We reached Howrah at 1;50 P.M. and suggested that we go by Coalfield Exp.   No. Pack Something to eat from the Food Plaza and go to the platform. It being a Long Dist train and since we didn't have Sleeper class tickets. had to get into general. God Almighty .No place to sit, no place to stand properly. Had to stand all squashed up for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Hours&lt;/span&gt;. My poor Aching feet. We were all cursing the guy pretty frequently all through the journey. Oh. and We had to pay for our tickets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-5643877928372961463?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/11/zonal-informatics-olympiadand-aching.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-4046483963354803178</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 10:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-17T19:09:15.765+05:30</atom:updated><title>Stupid West Bengal Govt.</title><description>Apparantly the WB govt is planning to  pass a bill which allows all non-commercial parties to post posters and graffiti on anybody's walls, as long as they 'ask' them. Yeah Right. They can't control the naxalites, calcutta is one of the most polluted cities in the world, people are dying of hunger and disease and all they can think about is graffiti. And We vote these people to power. Get Ready to wake up to A Graffitied Bengal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-4046483963354803178?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-west-bengal-govt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-1476772909572031608</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:34:16.905+05:30</atom:updated><title>Seminars and Cultural Programmes</title><description>Stupid title but It makes it look like I attend seminars. Actually The seminar was in the morning and for me Dad. There was some stupid cultural program in the evening for which we went. Dear God.....Imagine a group of mentally deficient chickens all dressed up in stupid apparal and suffering from an advanced form of epilepsy. That would be like the dances performed. Now Imagine a girl who's being paid a fiver for every vowel she draws out, a rupee for every thank you she says and 50p for every "That was a great performance'....You've got the announcer.  Then add some waiters who either think you're invisible or who can see only you...a wierd orchestra, a bunch of chattering ladies, some kids running berserk...awful food set in an atmosphere of Bengali songs and The Lost World ....My Evening in toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've switched to Blogger BETA. Some people are complaining about it. Let Me see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-1476772909572031608?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/11/seminars-and-cultural-programmes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116315206732852584</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.886+05:30</atom:updated><title>Well, This Sucks....</title><description>Question: Which is worse, a running nose or a blocked one?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: A running one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take a break from school for a couple of days. Reason:-Cold and Sore Throat.  So didn't go to school. Got the home-500 plan, decided to see when night unlimited starts. Night Unlimited my foot. 0200-0800 is night? They should call it morning unlimited. Still have to complete a computer project, an EVS project and submit a Chem project. Yup, I'm a master procrastinator. :-)) Plus this house is nice and cool in summer. But its damn chilly already. brr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116315206732852584?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-this-sucks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116274869749288443</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.821+05:30</atom:updated><title>Existential Angst</title><description>Why am I Alive? What use of my being alive? Why am I not famous or rich? Why are some people rich and famous while some are doomed to mediocrity? Is there something special in these people? These are some questions that reverbrate in my head. Sometimes I feel I'm just wasting my time. Sometime's I feel that I'm not doing anything worthwhile. Then again I feel like doing something that will make the world remember me. Ah Woe Is Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116274869749288443?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/11/existential-angst.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116240400395434264</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.753+05:30</atom:updated><title>Damn Winter Timings</title><description>Today, I got up all "fresh" , wishing I didn't have to go to school. I got ready and reached school at 7:10 A.M. I figured  I must have arrived earlycoz the cycle stand was empty...then it struck me. Today was the day from which winter timings started :-X (8:00 to 2:00 instead of 7:30 to 1:30). But I wasn't the only one. There were some other ppl who were like me.They also forgot that winter timings started from today. Then while about to return home my Bajaj spirit had a flat, had to go to the nearby shop and fill it up. Net Result:- reached home at 2:35 P.M. Mom was worried and called my friend to see what the matter was. I had forgotten to tell her about the timing change and top it up with the flat.... Anyway I returned home rather irritated. Damn Timing change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116240400395434264?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn-winter-timings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116222603423801583</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.687+05:30</atom:updated><title>Orkut Spat</title><description>My First spat on Orkut. it all started out with me visiting my friend's community "The Radicals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=22725242&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I scrapped a few criticisms about the Aims. The first time he was nice and cool. When I made a more detailed criticism, he got annoyed and banned me. No problem actually cause i've got another ID and if he bans that too, then another and ad infinitum. But lets see what he says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116222603423801583?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/10/orkut-spat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116214550315324145</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.596+05:30</atom:updated><title>Anti Climatic Comedy</title><description>The time:10:25 P.M. I was just about to start eating when...There's a knock at the gate.The Watchmen were outside saying that they thought they saw someone in the bushes but they had omitted to bring their torch so could we lend them one. Now our torch doesn't work and we told them so, and sent them to our,well...not next door, but neighbour. Mission Bring Torch Failed. They don't have a torch. So me and my dad decided to go with them and examine the matter. Guess what? The "Man' was actually some dogs feasting on the junk dumped after the afore mentioned party. What an Anti-Climax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116214550315324145?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/10/anti-climatic-comedy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116214529564452015</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.527+05:30</atom:updated><title>The Party</title><description>Some friends of me mom were annoyed that we hadn't invited them to a party to show them our new house. So mom decided to invite them over today. First we had to spruce up the house, order chairs, arrange chairs,etc,etc... The big day finally dawned, with me wishing I was a thousand miles away ;-) . So the guests started arriving, I hooked up with a couple of friends and managed to while away the time. There was an emergency when one ofthe guests car had a breakdown  near our house while coming and we had to go and tow the car to our house. later after lunch all the men, decided to go and see if we could repair the car(I'm obviously including myself among the men) We couldn't. So called the mechanic. He said he's coming in half an hour. I don't know which clock he follows but he turned up after 2hrs and a lot of phone calls. After coming he tinkered around with the engine, declared that the fan belt was cut and it needed to be taken to the garage. After that i sorted the rubbish in the house(plates and cups) and dumped them some place away. We got some nice presents including a carpet, a set of 3 casseroles, a mobile holder, a set of 6 glasses and various other presents. What a day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116214529564452015?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/10/party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116206032846542296</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2006 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.456+05:30</atom:updated><title>I've Installed Doom 3</title><description>They said:-"Doom 3 won't run if You don't have a Graphics card". I told them :-"Is zat zo? Sez You." I've just been playing Doom 3 and guess what...I don't have a graphics card.Only an IGP which is really crap. So don't you believe it when they tell you that You won't be able to play Doom 3. Sure You'll have to turn off all the eye candy but did you install it to play it or ogle at it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116206032846542296?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-installed-doom-3_116206032846542296.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116204417291200480</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2006 14:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.069+05:30</atom:updated><title>We Tried to screw dataone...</title><description>Well, The ISP that most of my friends and I use is BSNL's Dataone. We decided "lets take one Unlimited Plan and share the costs."  Today we tried to see if one can login from two or more places at the same time. Unfortunately We can't. I'm going to see if I can find some method of doing this. If we manage to do this, well.....Dataone's in for a hell of a loss. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116204417291200480?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-tried-to-screw-dataone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116197248281342700</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:25.005+05:30</atom:updated><title>Orkut's catching on here</title><description>Orkut's getting real popular here in School. Earlier it used to be a couple of people....Maybe. Now everyday a couple of more people join the group. And they are online a lot too. Wierd, this  sudden Orkutting fad. It'll wear off but I personally prefer IM. It's way easier to talk using IM but Orkut is great for making friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116197248281342700?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/10/orkuts-catching-on-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116195911624534069</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:24.938+05:30</atom:updated><title>Something About Me</title><description>&lt;span style=""&gt;This Should Have Been the first post but eh who cares. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nice, superb, intelligent person who is unbelievably talented. Oh and I can lie with a poker straight face. Jokes Apart  I'm still in High School(going to complete it) and I plan to go for Computer Science. Let's See What Happens.&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/36689206-116195911624534069?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-about-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36689206.post-116195044850648276</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 11:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:10:24.863+05:30</atom:updated><title>Me first Blog</title><description>After hearing about blogs day and night, I decided to start my own. What's to it, Just  create an account, and start posting. So now the Internet has another burden to support...ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36689206-116195044850648276?l=life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://life-of-neelakantan.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-first-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>