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  <title>Love-Sick</title>
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  <description> cos love makes you weak!!! 
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   <title>Work!</title>
   <description>   All of my life; I lived with&nbsp;one dream      
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   To reach on the top, to make my own league     
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   Worked day and night out, with just one belief     
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   My dream is never far, it   </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2574&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 07:32:07 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>My Journey</title>
   <description> Torn pieces floating in the air. 
 Blocking my vision. 
 Refusing to settle down with the dust that sets the pace. 
 A&nbsp;million of them running in hundred different timezones. 
 Taking the pleasure in the ride to a place that never arrives. 
 A&nbsp;peace that's never silent. 
 A&nbsp;journey that never ends,  
 Setting the pace for a rythmatic chaos intrinsic to its movement. 
 Now i become the torn piece. 
 I&nbsp;know not where i go, 
 I have to keep moving through the chaos, 
 But the road never ends. 
 And so does my journey. 
 I can't see ahead nor where i came from. 
 The chaos brings the music. 
 I become part of it.  
 Now i am the chaos. 
 And i dont want to settle .  
 For time doesnt exist for those whose journey never ends. 
 I become time and i last forever. </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2571&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2006 09:05:50 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Do I belong to anybody</title>
   <description>some words i need to keep which i said to myself i strive hard n harder to live the life as i want   everyday a new challenge some pose questions some answers forbidden   i look to myself me is the same being or a changed one    the blues of heaven seem to call me my heart keeps on beating just for you   do i belong to anybody?   o o hold on time to go now but the mind factory will go on churning n churning           till i survive.....  </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2543&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 14:07:10 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Hope</title>
   <description>  Emily Dickinson wrote,   </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2540&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2006 12:54:28 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>The Myth of the New India</title>
   <description> Here is an article that i came across on the NewYork Times website. This article has been written by Pankaj Mishra..check it out! 
    
  The Myth of the New India   
  
 INDIA is a roaring capitalist success story." So says the latest issue of Foreign Affairs; and last week many leading business executives and politicians in India celebrated as Lakshmi Mittal, the fifth richest man in the world, finally succeeded in his hostile takeover of the Luxembourgian steel company Arcelor. India's leading business newspaper, The Economic Times, summed up the general euphoria over the event in its regular feature, "The Global Indian Takeover": "For India, it is a harbinger of things to come  </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=2539&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2006 04:57:51 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Rain............</title>
   <description> at last it rained in vizag.....cant wait to go to the beach and have a 'bhutta' .....hmmm ....missing hyd!  
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1879&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2005 04:22:31 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>A party in Vizag!!</title>
   <description> Hey ppl....well the last blog i was explaining a little about my "experiences in the US". Last week i landed in Hyderabad ..relaxed for a couple of days and moved to Vizag...this silent port city or town not sure yet of Andhra Pradesh.  
 What a contrast to where I was for 3 months .....US. Its definately hotter....people are friendlier ....the beaches are cleaner.... 
 I was so shit pissed that i had to come here for my project for HSBC. But when i landed here the impression that i had has changed a little. with 3 discotheques.....TEN DOWNING STREET and Shoppers Stop coming soon....this place is cheap man!!!! Nothing like going to the beach and sipping a beer over the weekend ....looks like the cops are cheap here too..... 
 been to a place called "Chrome" a pub in vzg. The interiors were great and ambience was ok but what impressed me the most was girls with Skirts !!!! Not that i drool over it but i was told that this place is a piece of orthodox shit ....but the crowd at the place amazzed me...probably i would have felt that the place was shitty if this was in hyderabad .....but not bad for vzg....way to go.... 
 the only shitty thing abt this place is that you pay before each order!!! 
 keep blogging....keep breathing..... </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1608&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2005 11:53:31 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Story of a Hyderabadi in the US</title>
   <description> United States Of America..... 
 My port of entry was Philadelhpia and was supposed to drive from there to this silent state of Delaware. Cleared immigration pretty easily (as supposed to some regular grilling) and my first impression about the country was already made....an african-american guy walked right infront of me with two kids..on his t-shirt was written  
 "Why are these Kids calling me Daddy??" 
 Got picked up by a guy who was holding a placard with my name(literally raped my  name)...an experience has begun...one that is gonna teach me more about  my country in the days to come...comparision is ineveitable for a person landing in the US for the first time... 
  Driving on the Route 95 inter-state highway to this small town of Wilmington in Delaware, i could feel the freeze in the breeze already...what americans call Wind-chill. Traffic signal...no body around..our Limousine was the only car on the X-roads... lucky,my driver stops the car and waits for the signal sipping over his coffee...country music being played in the background. Sub-consciously my Indian brain was gettign rest less...remembered punjagutta x roads ....2:30 am ...red light...no cars around ...no cops around...wroooooooooom....there i go...but here this guy was sipping coffee ...huh....tough for a guy whose mind set about driving on the roads was "Hyderabadi". Dint understand if i had to be proud about that. 
 Been two weeks...the place was getting colder and colder...being a strict vegetarian (on the dinner table..heheeh), was finding it a little difficult eating the bread-butter-jam shit...everyday i used to look at the menu at my office cafetaria ..vegetarian section had only two options....1)cheese pizza 2) egg-plant topping Pizza....Two weeks and have been eating only dish 1 ..remember i am a pure vegetarian. Now I was gettin frustrated and asked Kim, the lady at the counter if i could have a look at "EGG-PLANT".. told her that this plant is rare in India...she was amazed and went in to get one for me...to my suprise it was a fukin Brinjal.. may be most of you know this ...i dint ...remembered this song from hyderbadblues2 "Hi-Tech vitech bhaingan ku bolo...". Realized having been educated so well....i am still an illiterate in this country.  </description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1586&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2005 19:01:32 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>Mama Im coming Home....</title>
   <description>   " Times have changed ....    
    Good times are strange...    
    Here I come But I aint the same...    
    Mama I'm coming home"    
   I can sing this song all this week...another week in the US and I will back in India. Feels great being&nbsp; in the US&nbsp; but feels even better coming back to your mother land....especially Hyderabad. Lots to write after I come back.....   
   see ya all soon....   
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1512&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2005 15:33:32 +0000</pubDate>   
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   <title>India</title>
   <description>Been a month i am here in the US.....each day the only thing i realize is that this is not my country....this is not where i belong to .....Miss you India!!!</description>
   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=1473&amp;blogId=238</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2005 08:32:44 +0000</pubDate>   
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