<?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-10969964</id><updated>2012-02-11T18:41:01.468+05:30</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='People'/><category term='दिवाली wishes kosha tlte'/><category term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>TLTE: The Longest Thread Ever</title><subtitle type='html'>http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=1021997</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-8330467876430951626</id><published>2009-05-05T12:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:03:15.097+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Eir, Beer, Phatte, Hum</title><content type='html'>Ek rahen Eir&lt;br /&gt;Ek rahen Beer&lt;br /&gt;Ek rahen Phatte&lt;br /&gt;Ek rahen Hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you guys? Let's catch up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-8330467876430951626?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8330467876430951626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=8330467876430951626' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/8330467876430951626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/8330467876430951626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/eir-beer-phatte-hum.html' title='Eir, Beer, Phatte, Hum'/><author><name>Kanupriya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/383481664_3b06b40d2a_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-6954905766984626076</id><published>2008-11-06T19:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:00:05.221+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Megha</title><content type='html'>Nov 7: 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older. (Changed)&lt;br /&gt;Wiser (Not sure)&lt;br /&gt;Still going to college and cursing trains. (Not changed)&lt;br /&gt;Going to different college. Girls College. (Change)&lt;br /&gt;Role in college. She is a lecturer now. (Big change)&lt;br /&gt;Still finding excuses to bunk colleges. (Not changed)&lt;br /&gt;Scrap count. (Changed by a ton, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;Blogging (Changed, getting better)&lt;br /&gt;Empty expressions :O (Not changed)&lt;br /&gt;Second favorite expression: Tamater (Not changed)&lt;br /&gt;Adored by other TLTE members (Not changed)&lt;br /&gt;Oh… I almost missed this. She finally took a phone (Change change change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe Wish you many many happy returns of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EppRak-PioM/SRL_OhAv6bI/AAAAAAAABQM/tY25iL1x-hU/s1600-h/HBM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EppRak-PioM/SRL_OhAv6bI/AAAAAAAABQM/tY25iL1x-hU/s400/HBM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551539194292658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-6954905766984626076?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6954905766984626076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=6954905766984626076' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/6954905766984626076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/6954905766984626076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-megha.html' title='Happy Birthday Megha'/><author><name>Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EppRak-PioM/SRL_OhAv6bI/AAAAAAAABQM/tY25iL1x-hU/s72-c/HBM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-7935723666791269327</id><published>2008-10-19T03:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:09:57.784+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>TLTE - As It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qez4-3G1iRo/SPpXCFyhUQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nCKs34ULojU/s1600-h/TLTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qez4-3G1iRo/SPpXCFyhUQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nCKs34ULojU/s400/TLTE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258611208333906178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Talk of joblessness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I must say, I was disappointed to find BD, Kiddo, TD and Sumeet missing :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-7935723666791269327?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7935723666791269327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=7935723666791269327' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/7935723666791269327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/7935723666791269327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2008/10/tlte-as-it-is.html' title='TLTE - As It Is'/><author><name>Kanupriya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/383481664_3b06b40d2a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qez4-3G1iRo/SPpXCFyhUQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nCKs34ULojU/s72-c/TLTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-5588073333969404051</id><published>2007-12-14T20:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:52:50.102+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!! Shobhit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EppRak-PioM/R2KXdOeRx5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSUO8bWkzU0/s1600-h/happybday+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EppRak-PioM/R2KXdOeRx5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSUO8bWkzU0/s320/happybday+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143840252767618962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Teddy Bear  &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      ~From Yashu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This pic is made by Yashu, From rest of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Shobhit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-5588073333969404051?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5588073333969404051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=5588073333969404051' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/5588073333969404051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/5588073333969404051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-shobhit.html' title='Happy Birthday!! Shobhit'/><author><name>Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EppRak-PioM/R2KXdOeRx5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sSUO8bWkzU0/s72-c/happybday+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-2939342556904352025</id><published>2007-11-07T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:28:33.043+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='दिवाली wishes kosha tlte'/><title type='text'>Diwali ki shubhkamnayein!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Wish you all a very very happy diwali! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/1886880989_cf821a183a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/1886880989_cf821a183a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/1886880989_cf821a183a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-2939342556904352025?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2939342556904352025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=2939342556904352025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/2939342556904352025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/2939342556904352025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/11/diwali-ki-shubhkamnayein.html' title='Diwali ki shubhkamnayein!'/><author><name>kosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261521409336591685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/1899678069_95d8f5e505_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/1886880989_cf821a183a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-6171065479369799812</id><published>2007-11-07T03:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:10:56.268+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!! Megha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last year (&lt;a href="http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/7-november.html"&gt;in this post&lt;/a&gt;), someone commented in "Happy Birthday to whom this post is dedicated to...". The picture which was supposed to be Megha-pie(pi) was interpret as something written in Chinese to some people. Thank fully you all knew about Megha's Birthday, or better, I should say like this, you all are smart people. But this time, not taking any risk (Reality check: I don't have any other idea this time, so thought just to create a &lt;i style=""&gt;smile&lt;/i&gt;), going straight away as the topic of this suggest 'Happy Birthday Megha'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Birthdays… Though many a times when we are asked by others &lt;i style=""&gt;What's the plan for the big day&lt;/i&gt;, we tend to reply &lt;i style=""&gt;nothing much&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i style=""&gt;it is just another day&lt;/i&gt;. But in reality, we feel good, we feel good … we feel special.. about a fact in which our contribution is zero, still it feels like that the day belong to us and presence of family and friends make it more joyous. Up above immortal angels used to wonder why mortal humans celebrate their birthdays'. One more birthday means one year closer to death.. so why. Immortal angels envy mortals for our jest .. for our mortality. It is a special day, Megha, so celebrate it to the fullest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Megha is one of the most adored members of TLTE, thanks to her billi-hood and sister-hood. One who does not fit in any other category is placed in most adored category… I know, Megha will just ignore over   characters I wrote and will quote this line and will say &lt;i style=""&gt;Achha main kisi kaam ki nahin hun.. hai na.&lt;/i&gt; Megha, quite an interesting character, likes to play dumb, so be beware her favorite sport is &lt;i style=""&gt;mindgames&lt;/i&gt;, --- after writing (even thought provoking) poems if you ask why she has written it, ---she will say &lt;i style=""&gt;aise hi maan kia to kuchh likh dia&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i style=""&gt;utna nahi socha&lt;/i&gt;. Thoda bahut achha likh bhi leti hai…. A few of her blogs which I like (more) …. &lt;a href="http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiness-angel-tlte.html"&gt;The Happiness Angel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-search-of-words.html"&gt;In Search of Words&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-were.html"&gt;If I Were........&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2007/06/bottle-of-ambrosia-please.html"&gt;A bottle of Ambrosia please...(!!!)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2007/05/ellipses.html"&gt;Ellipses...&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2007/04/guide-every-step-i-take.html"&gt;Guide every step I take...&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2007/03/show-will-go-on.html"&gt;The Show Will Go On...&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/12/m-y_05.html"&gt;....M A Y A.......&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/08/solitude-vs-loneliness.html"&gt;Solitude Vs Loneliness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/08/raindrops-to-rainbow.html"&gt;Raindrops to a Rainbow ..&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/05/be-something.html"&gt;Be something...........&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_16.html"&gt;Natkhat Badli&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/04/dualityyou-n-me.html"&gt;Duality~~~~~~~~~you n me (must read)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/03/drop.html"&gt;A  Drop&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-lonely-island.html"&gt;On Lonely Island..........&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/01/megha.html"&gt;~~~~~Megha~~~~~~~&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/01/rendezvous-with-silence.html"&gt;A Rendezvous with Silence....&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2005/12/yu-hi-kuch-dil-se.html"&gt;Yu hi kuch dil se………&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2005/12/gloom.html"&gt;~~~GLOOM~~~~~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2005/12/gloom.html"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She will always agree to whatever you say and then will never do them. Like she said she will send &lt;a href="http://saugaat.blogspot.com/2006/07/most-unusual-award-recipient-me.html"&gt;this picture&lt;/a&gt;… but leave this one, she didn't even send any of her pic. She is like moody wind, soothes you with her presence and you think she is going to stay there for a while but  … like the wind she blows with her own free will. Ask her something and she will say… &lt;i style=""&gt;achha yeh bhi batana parta hai kya? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Most of us (atleast I do) believe that she cannot even scream at anyone but she claims that she has slapped some people. If she is angry or gets hurt, she will not say anything to anyone, just will stop talking with everyone and then people will start speculating and blaming or scolding someone who is suspicious, though innocent. In short, bechara koi aur daat khata hai…&lt;i style=""&gt;You can write other funny incidents or habits or dialogue, obviously related to Megha in comments section. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And all this makes you very special (Right?) Yes.. I almost forgot. She likes giving names to others and in return she got only more names. She liked to be called as Princess, rose, senorita, gudiya, meggy, megs, tubelight, official tubelight, empty tubelight, rampyari, billi, shona and my personal favorite Megha. Happy Birthday Megha once again. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;a href="http://tucmuc.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-more-net-social-with-images.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff17/tucmuc/ocasion/B_a03.gif" title="For more images like this, click here" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-6171065479369799812?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6171065479369799812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=6171065479369799812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/6171065479369799812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/6171065479369799812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-megha.html' title='Happy Birthday!! Megha.'/><author><name>Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff17/tucmuc/ocasion/th_B_a03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-5302419239958147289</id><published>2007-10-22T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:52:50.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Happiness Angel ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKeYW3yIgDg/RxxBxX1uWJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y7TFQBGzA5Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124042792509528210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKeYW3yIgDg/RxxBxX1uWJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y7TFQBGzA5Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those are few days;&lt;br /&gt;When all you can feel is the emptiness …&lt;br /&gt;You start questioning your own existence;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel the goodness has evaporated;&lt;br /&gt;You imagine “trust” as mere word in the dictionary&lt;br /&gt;Life strangely feels so unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you find everything so uncomfortable ….&lt;br /&gt;From nowhere a friend arrives&lt;br /&gt;Like a God sent Angel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can correlate to what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Not many words required to convey;&lt;br /&gt;Within no time; unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings you back to your world&lt;br /&gt;You see everything falling in place&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;Comforting you as before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word “thank you “is small to&lt;br /&gt;Express all the gratitude …&lt;br /&gt;Life definitely feels a little more blessed&lt;br /&gt;With you around the happiness angel …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-5302419239958147289?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5302419239958147289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=5302419239958147289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/5302419239958147289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/5302419239958147289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiness-angel-tlte.html' title='The Happiness Angel ~~'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKeYW3yIgDg/RxxBxX1uWJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y7TFQBGzA5Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-117590413605573497</id><published>2007-04-07T05:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:25:17.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vini's Engagement.</title><content type='html'>Its been more than fifteen days since the first engagement of a TLTE member. I am so sorry that I was lazy enough not to pen down the events of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans were to meet Tirth and then, I had no idea. Left everything for Tirth to assure we reach the place by eleven. First time ever in this semester I had to wake up early in the morning. Had to place a knife on the neck of my friend to make him drop me at iima in the wee hours of the day. Tirth was ready and we were in the bus to Baroda within minutes. First time I was traveling to Baroda unlike Tirth who has already been to that city. It was one of the good highways I have seen in the recent past. Tirth dozed off soon as he was tired(lack of sleep last night) and I was left all alone to myself to watch the TV in the bus. And to my horror it was none other than Himesh reshmiyya on the video. I don't understand. What's with Himesh and the drivers ranging from autos to buses? They had a video casettee of his songs recorded!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing aside such never ending thoughts, I thought of the recent ceremonies I had been to. There are none where I had been before time. Every time I go, its just when the groom ties knot or the pundit shows them the star in the end or even worse just have the dinner and return. This time I am going to have the opportunity to watch every moment and event. Never ever in my life I attended any mallu wedding or engagement. For that matter, I never attended any engagement and I have no idea what happens and when, except for a few flashes of the ring exchange between the couple and plates exchange, with coconut in it and saree's and fruits beside it, between the parents of the couple. Tirth's knowledge in this aspect is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we were in the city and got down the bus to find an autowalah who led us to a restaurant as we were dead hungry. Tirth managed everything. I don't speak much Hindi and with auto drivers, never ever. Its a long story. Tirth had some work to do with internet and it is quite obvious that we had a difficult time to find a cyber-cafe in a city where people don't understand what a cyber-cafe or internet is. Thankfully there was a computer in the reception of the restaurant and it indeed had an internet connection. He completed his work and even checked orkut. Then we headed for the place and we were much much before time that we found it hard to get inside where a very few people were there whom neither I know nor did Tirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for the best. Stand outside, wait for vini to come. Called her and heard from her that she will be there in ten minutes. Tirth called her again and I don't know what they talked(ask him) but it took more than ten minutes to wind up mean while I noticed a missing 'h' in the name of Vinit&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a nair on the name plate over there. They also replaced 'o' with an 'a' in Vinod men&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n. They later changed the 'a' but didn't place a 'h'. Unfair. tch tch! We waited in the adjacent hotel reception hall while she came and we then entered into the hall where the ceremony is about to take place. We see her and she see us. Laugh. Hi hi hi. She comes.. asks not to be terrified by the way she looks. But with all the jewelery adding a mere fifteen kgs to her already burdened weight by the Saree, she looks awesome and shy and kind of a bride :D. She is not at all tensed. We didn't talk much as she has to go to perform the rituals or whatever she has to do before the groom comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there was lots of time left and Tirth was on phone while Vini poses for the pics like a model. Though she asked not to tell anyone, haha, I don't care. The camera man asks her to place her chin on the hand and hand on the chair and pose with legs crossed and she obliges. Background was already setup with few pots with flower plants and fern. Lots of snaps they shot.&lt;br /&gt;Yashu, bug her to release them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock is ticking and the hall is filling up with the relatives and few children are running around upsetting some of the elderly people around. We preferred to sit on the chairs at a particular place where we can see everyone. Tirth notices that we both are the only ones in our twenty's. Everyone else is either below ten or above 35. Then Vinod enters the room along with his friends. Figured it out from the dressing style. Before going on to the stage to perform whatever the pundit says, he talked to elders taking their blessings.. In fact he looked like he generally talks much. I fear what happens to him after sometime this year :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vini and Vinod are then brought together, onto the stage , and they then proceed to exchange rings. Cameras click, they smile, again the cameras click and pundit hands over few papers to the elders down there. Curious we went down to see what it was only to notice that is some kind of agreement on which they were signing, might be some documents to submit to the government that they are a couple now? Then the parents exchange the plates as I have thought. Now started the actual funny thing. Pundit then asked the couple to stand up and introduce themselves and their family members to other. It was something that should be seen. Vini saying I am vini, *mother name* she is my Ma, *father name* is my father and so on. After introducing everyone to everyone, a stream of relatives parade up and down the stage continuously making short conversations and posing for photographs. The couple smiled, received gifts, smiled and so on... Since it is daytime and there is no reason to rush, relatives and friends took their time to climb on the stage and talk to the couple and of course have them photographed with the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple stood there while the relative kept coming and talking to them posing for the photographs.They should have been hungrier than all. Though they don't accept,its a fact and it should have been very hard to stand there all the time doing all that. Of course they loved that too, I guess. The rest of the ceremony was as you would have at any reception of any culture. There was a huge table with food, buffet style. People started dining merilly while soft sensuous music played in the background. The couple were still standing on the stage where they kept smiling for the cameras and kept getting gifts. They should be hungry but they waited a long time to start their meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was delicious, ice cream was good and the whole room was filled with kind of a delicious smell. Everyone enjoying their meal chit chatting with neighbours while we talked to vini and vinod. The talking part was done by Vini and Tirth while myself and Vinod did become good listeners for sometime. In the mean time, Kosha called and the once room partners talked for some time and then due to the packed schedule of Tirth and myself, we had to leave soon after the lunch. I had just seen a complete mallu engagement. It was indeed much more classy and much more fun than the typical ring exchange I have thought of. I loved the ambience, the lunch, the ice-cream and the chocolate topping. Tirth was talking about vanilla and wine(is it wine?) chocolate topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected a Chicken 65 or fish tikka to be served. So did Tirth, unfortunately for us it was only a rich, delicious, vegetable flavored meal and we had to be satisfied with that. :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to home, thankfully there is no himesh reshmiyya this time and I didn't even know when I was consumed by the deep sleep. We were back to Ahmadabad. By the time the auto dropped Tirth at iim, I was in a semi-sleep state and yet again forgot to ask for the treat. Next time Tirth, treat first and then and then only, anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it guys, the engagement ceremony of our beloved vini. Congrats once again Vini and Vinod :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-117590413605573497?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/117590413605573497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=117590413605573497' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/117590413605573497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/117590413605573497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/04/vinis-engagement.html' title='Vini&apos;s Engagement.'/><author><name>Mohan Kodali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12015473482337318588</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-117274244515719231</id><published>2007-03-01T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:17:27.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HTB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hail The Board!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7712/571/1600/463025/friends.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7712/571/320/728860/friends.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/10969964-117274244515719231?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/117274244515719231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=117274244515719231' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/117274244515719231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/117274244515719231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/03/htb.html' title='HTB!'/><author><name>Kanupriya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/383481664_3b06b40d2a_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-117074531693704642</id><published>2007-02-06T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:25:30.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday chandu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7404/1427/1600/134558/Mohan%27s%2021st%20Bday%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7404/1427/400/123162/Mohan%27s%2021st%20Bday%20036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-117074531693704642?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/117074531693704642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=117074531693704642' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/117074531693704642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/117074531693704642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-chandu.html' title='Happy birthday chandu'/><author><name>Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-116967876492762397</id><published>2007-01-25T04:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-25T04:16:04.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Special TLTE MEET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truly! A special meet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;# It happened in Kolkata. Considering the low concentration of tlte members in Kolkata, it was an achievement.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;# Two guys from IIMs and great Bhav and one non reliable Indian.. totally non reliable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date, time and venue ..everything was finalized after a series of phone calls. Oh! I forgot the date, let me recall. I went to my cousin’s place that day. It was Sunday. Ahh! It was 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Jan. the first Sunday of 2007. Venue: Barista Café, time 6pm. The plan (actually my plan) was to take dinner at bar-be-que [restaurant]. I reached Barista at 6:10 pm and Tirtho [First IIM Guy], Angad [Second IIM guy] and Raja [Non reliable Indian] were already present there. Although I had never met and I have a very bad memory when it comes to distinguish faces, I had no difficulty in recognizing them. Now say it my smartness [which I will really prefer] or say that there was only one table with only 3 guys and NO GIRLS. My hi, their hi. [Cool part of guys, the introduction or greeting part is really brief. Nothing like, Ohh God! Good to see you. You totally look different from your pic,…. You must have lost some weight since the last meet. MUAHH..!! blah blahh] :D . I had a good look of the trio and what I noticed; there was one thing in common. They all were having coffee or some drink without me :O. Instantaneously I excused myself saying that I was going to get something for me. I directly headed towards one of the attender and asked him “Where is the loo”. We spend some 10 minutes after that and it was decided that we would go to some egg roll shop [IIM guys said that “it is the best in the business”] which was near to this place. In the mean time we had some click click from mobile cams [Angad mail/upload the pics]. Oh I forgot to mention that I was full because of late and heavy lunch at my cousin’s place. So I recommended that we should leave the dinner plan which was seconded by Raja because he also had a late lunch. Raja had fever too that day. 103 degree F. :O . But some how his “doc” uncle [see the AMRIKAN touch] managed to make him fit for the meet. Raja and I were first to reach that place and Angad and Tirtho were very late. Finally when they arrived we saw Angad limping. We made some jokes and four egg chicken rolls were ordered. Then standing on the road and eating the rolls, Angad and Tirtho started talking HUGE NUMBERS. Salary 100,000 $. Stupid not dollar, pound. Yeah Yeah I remember. 100,000 pounds. I thought it is better to be quiet now. Then Raja came to rescue. He dragged me out of their conversation and he started telling me about his gfs and his affairs. Oh gosh! That was a long list. Sorry I cannot tell the names, I promised Raja [Yes, of course I will tell you in pms] Raja…Ka .Ka k..k… Kuchh nahi bataunga :P. Then it was decided that we would go to the near by mall..FORUM. That place was like always… crowded and Raja was making some offensive comments on &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; [Now totally a typical desi AMRIKAN]:P. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here after much discussion it was finalized that Angad and Tirtho would watch movie from 8:45 pm and I and Raja would head back to respective residence [I hate calling my flat HOME :P]. After getting the movie tickets we tried Hand Hockey/Soccer [Whateva!!]. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First Match: Angad Vs Tirtho, Tirtho WON.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angad you really suck man. I had played once only this game and I would surely beat Tirtho… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second Match: Raja and Angad: “Bhav you play against Tirtho]. I was thinking, these people hate Tirtho or what. Anyway I accepted and I thought I would play loosely. First goal, stylishly scored by me.Oh! somehow Tirtho managed to have one goal too… A..a..AA! whats happening. I lost :O :(. [Morale of the story: if you have beaten a girl in hand soccer in your first game does not make you a great player :p].&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Third game: Raja Vs Tirtho: Tirtho scored 20 goals and Raja won just by 1 goal. Final score Raja 13, Tirtho 12 .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angad who was watching this game got excited and challenged Raja for one game. Let them play till then let me tell you small funny incident. After all it is meet, we should include more members. I saw a weird dream on Sunday night. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; amazed &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Indies&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Saurabh scored 98 in his comeback innings. Chandu called me that day. Resultant was my dream. I saw Chandu in my dream :P. He had come to my place to meet me. And he had scored 280 runs in a 50 over one day match. He was the new hero. Pepsi team was following him to sign the new contract. He was sitting on sofa and pepsi wale were putting banner of the wall behind sofa so that they could get a pic for their ad :P. I asked chandu “yeh sab aise hi chalega kya”. He replied “ha yaar… yeh log pichha hi nahi chhorte” :P Chandu, I got you a pepsi contract atleast treat me with one pepsi :P. Oh the match was also over. Raja won.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we headed to food plaza. Tirtho and Angad had some Turkish roll. Time to include some more members in the meet. Tirtho and Raja made me to call Kosha and Vini. Rings and no answer. [Lucky :) me] Tirtho was going to sms them, saying, it was he who was calling and not Bhav :P. [may be who knows :(.] . Finally Vini picked up the phone. Angad, Raja and Tirtho talked with her … aur mujhe hi nhi dia [Kamal hai mera phone aur mujhe hi nahi dia] :P Then Kanu’s no was dialed. Raja called her and this time I said I would definitely talk to her although I didn’t even know her personally… no scrap exchange, nothing. Just we were aware of each other’s existence. I snatched the phone [fone to cheen lia bewakoof bolega kya]. I started talking you know her [we have some common friends in orkut]. Interestingly, I came to know she is living with one of my orkut friend. [Orkut ki mahima .. aparampaar]. Then Kosha’s number came :P. Thank God! It was 8:50 pm by then. :P. I and Raja left Tirtho and Angad there and we planned to meet at next weekend. Now that didn’t happen, but for me first TLTE meet was great. Angad and Tirtho had lots of similarities while Raja was totally different. I don’t want to judge them or comment on them based on one meeting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have 3 pics in which only 3 of us are there so I am not posting them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-116967876492762397?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/116967876492762397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=116967876492762397' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/116967876492762397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/116967876492762397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2007/01/special-tlte-meet.html' title='Special TLTE MEET'/><author><name>Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-116712728066846960</id><published>2006-12-26T15:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:31:40.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Was it the thread or was it the people???</title><content type='html'>I know its a bad thing to go off topic in the very first live itself...&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant wait to make this point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME BLOGGING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THIS BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to the lesser important things like the topic of the blog...I always thought its more the kind of ppl tht come to TLTE, than the actual thread/place, that made that place so great...&lt;br /&gt;but now thinking back i think its more like the place.&lt;br /&gt;The thread got deleted and that was end of it. I mean, thr's a seperate community and all...&lt;br /&gt;but that thing is more like a tomb stone these days, if u know what i mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dnt know if its with others too or its just me,&lt;br /&gt;after the thread got deleted (killed? murdered?? slaughtered??? )&lt;br /&gt;slowly i drifted away from almost all the tlte ppl i met and so interacted with in the thread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know of all the ppl tht will/may read this blog... 50% doesnt know me, 49% doesnt remember me and the rest 1% will say 'wat crap! i just talked to him yday"... i can rele see only guy appreciating this effort...ya, u gt it right..just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get back to the topic before this turns into a classic literary examaple of "bad digression".&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had this piece in the drafts for last three months thinking i will finish off one day ans then post...but now i realise, tht the mood is gone and i can no longer finish this up. so am posting this incomplete one, i so hate to waste my efforts :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post originally written by &lt;strong&gt;KIRAN(Alchemist)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-116712728066846960?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/116712728066846960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=116712728066846960' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/116712728066846960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/116712728066846960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/12/was-it-thread-or-was-it-people.html' title='Was it the thread or was it the people???'/><author><name>Aurora</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-116284007191264090</id><published>2006-11-06T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:44:57.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>7 November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/1600/happy%20birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/200/happy%20birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/1600/megha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/320/megha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like prime numbers and 7 is one of my favorite number. Usually I don’t have any favorites but in case of numbers, yes I do have certain inclination towards to this 7.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why? I don’t know [and it is not only me &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ask a number of different people to give you any number between one and ten, and most will choose seven. Ask people to name their &lt;span style=""&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; number between one and ten, and again most will say seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;] .&lt;/span&gt;… probably because&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;There      are 7 colours in the rainbow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;There      are 7 sur in the sargam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;There      are 7 days in a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;There      are 7 pheres in shadis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;July      is the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; month of the year [earlier September used to be the      seventh month of the year and from there only it got the name SEPTember]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;There are      7 horses in the chariots of sun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;There are      7 wonders in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…the list is endless. Just one more addition to it. Your Birthday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/1600/GN%20Happy%20Birthday%20Hat%20L.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/200/GN%20Happy%20Birthday%20Hat%20L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/1600/candles-happy-birthday.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/200/candles-happy-birthday.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Here is the cake&lt;br /&gt;but we also want one bite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/1600/thumb_5_Slice_of_Chocolate_Layer_Cake_16x20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/200/thumb_5_Slice_of_Chocolate_Layer_Cake_16x20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here is your gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/1600/aaa.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7404/1427/200/aaa.sized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-116284007191264090?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/116284007191264090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=116284007191264090' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/116284007191264090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/116284007191264090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/7-november.html' title='7 November'/><author><name>Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-116011782759160481</id><published>2006-10-06T12:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:27:07.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Itna na mujhse tu pyaar - Chhaya (1961)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/PcmP4tjoCpY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/PcmP4tjoCpY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kosha shared this video with me.. and since them I am continuously hearing this song. &lt;br /&gt;If anybody has the mp3 of this song, send that across to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me nostalgic about the Rangoli days... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-116011782759160481?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/116011782759160481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=116011782759160481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/116011782759160481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/116011782759160481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/10/itna-na-mujhse-tu-pyaar-chhaya-1961.html' title=''/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-115163440520954396</id><published>2006-06-30T07:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:26:57.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Vins !!</title><content type='html'>30th June 1982 : A Star was born ;)&lt;br /&gt;30th June 2006 : The celebration continues ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/1IMG_2468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/1IMG_2468.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/11IMG_2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/11IMG_2474.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish u Success in all ur future endevours, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vinitha !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling as always.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-115163440520954396?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/115163440520954396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=115163440520954396' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/115163440520954396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/115163440520954396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-bday-vins.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Vins !!'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-115092345086030884</id><published>2006-06-22T02:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-22T02:27:30.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>Hi friends i am back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of posting one my journies here with some pics but ended up posting in my blog. so redirect your visit to my blog ;). do give me any critical comments on the pics. They will help me develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx kishore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-115092345086030884?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/115092345086030884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=115092345086030884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/115092345086030884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/115092345086030884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>kishore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104722933051675694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/129655297_b8324329ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-115014743919469233</id><published>2006-06-13T02:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:53:59.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing People</title><content type='html'>Hi friends, Most of the people dont know me here. I think its my fault. Lost much interest in orkut after our thread got deleted never made attempt to do any thing about it and lost in time.  But this blog always pulled me in.  Ever since i was invited to this blog a long time back(i think mohan invited me??) i was a regular visitor, reading every post that you guyz make, enjoying every bit of fun you were sharing. I always felt great happiness when i see people talk about how then met during their meets, how they teased each other etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i dont know many here. Once of the first people i talked on that thread was probably bd then raja, tinni, alch, pramod, ritesh, adi, vinitha, mohan, kosha, phoeb and lots more. I always remember the times when i was new to the country uk and used to feel lonely at times until i met this group. I remember how i used to share everything like a tough problem in the lab or getting good marks in an assaignments or the tough life i initially had or the joy of completing the project. It was real back in those days. There were great discussions as well right from technical stuffs to religious, linguist problems in india etc etc and we always had a company where people used to dispel their knowledge in those fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to enjoy tinni's posts, ritest's serious posts, adi's warm words, little quarrels between phoebz and alch and phoebz peotry, mohan and raja encouraging my photography, vinitha always wishing me in my scrabook, and so on. I have a happy life now but i would always be thankful to so many people here who encouraged me throught those almost two years, sharing my joys and sorrows and congratulating me at every step. I never imagined i would make such a great friends online whom i may never meet in real but whom i know better than many i know in real life. Tlte certainly was a warm place and i would always remember for that. I hate when i make posts like this but i knew from a long time that this post would be coming up sooner or later  and it is a tribute to each one of you. All the best in your lives and keep in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kishore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-115014743919469233?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/115014743919469233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=115014743919469233' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/115014743919469233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/115014743919469233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/06/amazing-people.html' title='Amazing People'/><author><name>kishore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12104722933051675694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/129655297_b8324329ea_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-115008376375365413</id><published>2006-06-12T09:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:12:43.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Revival !!</title><content type='html'>Aajkal sab TLTE ko bhool gaye hai..&lt;br /&gt;the new one.. and the old one too !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems, everybody is busy in his own life and day to day activities !&lt;br /&gt;One reason could be that the main thread (and meeting point for all of us) is deleted !!&lt;br /&gt;But, at least.. make it a point to keep in touch pals.. once in a while...  :))))) either thru blog or TLTE comm. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;heres a try at reviving the things.. let me see how it goes from here :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-115008376375365413?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/115008376375365413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=115008376375365413' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/115008376375365413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/115008376375365413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/06/revival.html' title='Revival !!'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-114672516287739450</id><published>2006-05-04T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:46:14.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TLTE meet in Bangi -&gt; Yashu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yashu &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had another TLTE meet in Bangi, it was suppose to be for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adi, &lt;/span&gt;as he is leaving for Israel on Thursday. 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So everyone were busy checking his new mobile, and they all suddenly started to talk about their office @-) which I don't understand @-)…Later we learnt that Adi met with an accident, so we rushed to the hospital to see him, and Samyak went to fetch his bike from the service station. We went to the hospital "Hosmat". We rushed into the Casualty room without any passes or anything. It was an minor accident and the nurse dint allow us all to stay there for long as we were making noise and we were too many of us :D.. So we came out and stood outside for a long time discussing what to do next and as well waiting for Samyak. It was Pommu's time to treat us all, firstly cause he got a new job with a very high pay, and secondly cause he got a new mobile and he's in love! :P…….. Pommu wanted to treat us in "Coffee world", but when Mipple told him that his breakfast costed him "700 bucks", Pommu changed his mind and took us all to "pizza hut" in 60 or 80 or 100 feet road! And not to forget, Vini won a bet with Mipple. The bet was if Bangalore's leela palace is a 7 star or a 5 star, Prankul made few calls and found that it's a "&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;font&gt;7 star&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;, as Mipple lost the\nbet he\'s treating us all in the &amp;quot;7 star Leela palace&amp;quot; next weekend at 7 :D… &lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Heard that &lt;font&gt;he\'s applied for a loan&lt;/span&gt; in &amp;quot;his&amp;quot; ICICI\n:P)… Anyways, we reached Pizza hut in the heavy traffic. Mipple and Kosha sat\nnext to each other *love birds, I wont write much about that :D they have been\nsweet to me :D* .. And Samyak was busy clicking the pics of our &amp;quot;TLTE model\nPommu&amp;quot;. Pommu was modeling and well everyone were clicking his pics, heard that\nhe needs them for his \'matrimonial\' add :D… &lt;mipple&gt; ..&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Viju was busy \'smsing\'\nin her mobile, and vini was busy \'collecting the forks to fight\' and was helping\npommu to give a better pose :D.. And Prankul bhaiya was busy getting calls from\nhis \'sweetheart\'. :D.. He used to go out of the pizza hut every time he gets a\ncall……. \'\'Aha public\'\'… :D :P :D.. And when the \'Cheese garlic bread\' arrived, there\nwas a fight for it :D…. And even for some fruit in the salad @-) which no one\nbut Pommu and Samyak liked :D… And there was a fight for the cheque between Mipple,\nPommu, Samyak and Prankul :D, fight on who won\'t pay it :D.. Well at last Pommu\nhad to pay it :D.. I forgot that I was the kid around seeing the big aunties\nand uncles fighting :D.. Vini fights with forks and knife @-).. Really\ndangerous :D… And they all ragged me :(( :(( :((..&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;In short, we had a really nice time and nice lil treat from\nPommu for his job and his first love affair.. Next weekend it\'s a treat from\nMipple :D.. And there are many treats left :D… Mipple\'s job, Mipple getting a\nbhabhiji for us ;;), and Prankul\'s First love anniversary ;;) ;)) and so on…&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;And hope Adi gets well soon.. We missed Adi a lot, the meet\nwould have been more fun with him around :) &lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;What I feel about everyone on My first TLTE MEET :D&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;7 star"&lt;/span&gt;, as Mipple lost the bet he's treating us all in the "7 star Leela palace" next weekend at 7 :D… &lt;font&gt; (Heard that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's applied for a loan&lt;/span&gt; in "his" ICICI :P)… Anyways, we reached Pizza hut in the heavy traffic. Mipple and Kosha sat next to each other *, I wont write much about that :D they have been sweet to me :D*&lt;br 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short, we had a really nice time and nice lil treat from Pommu for his job and his first love affair.. Next weekend it's a treat from Mipple :D.. 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We missed Adi a lot, the meet would have been more fun with him around :) 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D(["mb","\n\n&lt;p&gt;Vini Aunty– She\'s not talkative as people think :D&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;Kosha Aunty– She\'s really sweet :D&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;Mipple Uncle– He\'s talkative :D :D&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;Pommu Uncle– He\'s stupid and dumb :D&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;Prankul Bhaiya– I can\'t tell bad about him! :( I won\'t get a\nrakhi gift!! :-s&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;Samyak Uncle– He\'s a born photographer :D, he doesn\'t keep\nhis cam away!!&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;\u003d))&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;So do tell me what you people thought about me :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yashu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;\n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;DONT UNDO ANYTHING :p :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;\n&lt;font&gt;U CAN ADD SOMETHING MORE IF U WANT TO :p.... :d 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Kosha Aunty– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;She's really sweet :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Mipple Uncle– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;He's talkative :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Pommu Uncle– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;He's stupid and dumb :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Prankul Bhaiya– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;I can't tell bad about him! :( I won't get a rakhi gift!! :-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Samyak Uncle– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;He's a born photographer :D, he doesn't keep his cam away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-114672516287739450?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114672516287739450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=114672516287739450' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114672516287739450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114672516287739450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/05/tlte-meet-in-bangi-yashu.html' title='TLTE meet in Bangi -&gt; Yashu'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-114373342283921787</id><published>2006-03-30T21:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:13:42.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NAVRATRE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/730/1308/640/100_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/730/1308/320/100_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NAVRATRE TO EVERYONE !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114373342283921787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-navratre.html' title='HAPPY NAVRATRE :)'/><author><name>Chitrangada</name><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-114277427237475427</id><published>2006-03-19T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:47:52.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why No Noise</title><content type='html'>Hey come on ppl ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats up wid u guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets do somthing abt our TLTE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat say ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n say smthing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u love TLTE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-114277427237475427?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114277427237475427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=114277427237475427' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114277427237475427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114277427237475427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-no-noise.html' title='Why No Noise'/><author><name>Chitrangada</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-114233379552105712</id><published>2006-03-14T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:26:35.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!! No New Post !!</title><content type='html'>So many bloggers in TLTE.... but  no one cares to blog here in TLTE [:(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isaki sazaa milegi.. baraabar milegi !! [:x][:x][:x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuruaat kis se ki jaaye.. sazaa dene ki [:P] ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-114233379552105712?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114233379552105712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=114233379552105712' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114233379552105712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114233379552105712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-new-post.html' title='!! No New Post !!'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-114104439918024789</id><published>2006-02-27T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:45:15.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I am posting this on behalf of Mipple as he is not a member of TLTE blog yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TLTE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(A B'Day gift to a friend who gave me friendcircle in bangalore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE: 25 th Feb, tomorow is Adi's B'day. What i can gift him...... hmmm...thinking..... ??? ok let me think, meanwhile i will take you to past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year yr 2005, Landed up in bangalore. Having no friend circle in bangalore. Having no clue where to start looking for friends i joined orkut followed by TLTE and had few chats with Tirtho, Kanu and KP... for rest of the crowd i was unknown. I used to give the attendance in the community everyday... everyday!! yes i remember....&lt;b&gt;good morning!! and HTB!! [:)]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine day met Adi in TLTE community. Had a chat with him and came to know that his office is near to my place...we exchanged our numbers and the very next moment he called me up. I was totally surprised!!. We had 1/2 hr long talk and then we exchanged some scraps in our SB's.&lt;br /&gt;One fine day he called me and asked "Mipple, Milte hai?" in his own known style[;)]. Oh thats sounds good!! :)... gr8!! i thought and responded in positive. We met on sunday, as i remember at Forum[where else can we meet in bangalore that to when it is sunday :D ]. Once we became friends he introduce me to many other guys and gals in bangalore. The list of friends goes like this: Vini, Samayak, Kosha, Pramod, Yogesh, Prankul. And i met them in the same order as far as i can recollect it. Also because of him i met someone special in my life, who became part of my life now. She is my girlfriend [:)]. And i will not shy this time to say so [:)]. I specially&lt;b&gt; thanks Adi&lt;/b&gt; for this &lt;i&gt; ....agar tum na hote toh is kashti ko kinara na milta...zindagi main koi sahara na milta&lt;/i&gt;... Adi this line is for you. Thank's Dost for this wonderful friendship and for everything you have given me when i was lonely. And its because of you i met my life patner [:)] &lt;b&gt;Thank you for everything&lt;/b&gt; once again. And i must say i will keep this friendship alive till my last breath.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks TLTE for giving me such wonderful friends in this life [:)].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey btw i was thinking something..... a gift for ADI...... so i did...the thinking!!. I Have decided something different for him to gift. Made 2 collage of the TLTE group members. I dedicate these to ADI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Enjoy Madi Adi!!  [:)] "&lt;/b&gt;  (in Adi's known style.... [;)] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADI"  [:)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PEOPLE WHOM I KNOW THROUGH TLTE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4468/896/1600/TLTE%20collage11.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4468/896/320/TLTE%20collage11.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pahichan Kaun?? [:O]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4468/896/1600/TLTE%20collage22.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4468/896/320/TLTE%20collage22.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I know them...(DP of every TLT members)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=1021997"&gt;&lt;span id="lblName" class="L"&gt;The Longest Thread Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/10969964-114104439918024789?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114104439918024789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=114104439918024789' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114104439918024789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/114104439918024789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-adi.html' title='Happy Birthday Adi!!'/><author><name>kosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261521409336591685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/1899678069_95d8f5e505_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113949314914499064</id><published>2006-02-09T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:43:39.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Journey Till So Far............</title><content type='html'>On this 12 feb I m goin to complete my 1 yr in TLTE. Inexpressible journey till so far. Something very special is there in TLTE which unite us so strongly and day by day it become stronger n stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if we talk abt my entry to TLTE thn I think it was one of the controversial entry in TLTE. I m the culprit behind starting of “verification” thread, lots of discussion , made everyone to think who is this megha who is curious to join comm..&lt;br /&gt;Ise kehte hain dhamkedaar entry!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;At tht time I was very new to orkut and in TLTE I know only kanu tht too 4m rajput comm., through her profile only I came to know abt TLTE. TLTE name itself strike me and my curiosity bring me here.&lt;br /&gt;By mistaken I made this mistake of joining but never knew this would gave me such a wonderful frd circle.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna to apologize everyone for my wrong entry and I felt guilty for this everyone contributed to comm thn only they became mem and me without doin anything wanna to be a part of this&lt;br /&gt;,really mujhe asa join nahi karna chayee tha…..&lt;br /&gt;And thnks kanu if we didn’t met I never get chance to be mem of TLTE and interact with nice ppl here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day kosha,ritesh,saras,samyak, tirth(this time I written ur name correctly), pramod were present.&lt;br /&gt;irritating part of tlte is giving intro.....((((((&lt;br /&gt;didn't remember how many times i gave intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLTE give me so many titles so many names.On first day itself I got title by samyak “phoolbai”:XXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;Everything abt TLTE is so fascinating whether it is leg pulling, vins &amp;mine conspiracies , making PJ , flirting, reporting,spying on other SB,completing milestone,etc everything we ppl r really mad hum kuch bhi kar sakte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few ppl who heard my voice like kosha,vins,samyak,mipple,angad,tirth&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is special but vins &amp;amp;kosha r very close to me. (trio of TLTE)&lt;br /&gt;M not getting perfect words for both of u well kabhi kabhi khamoshiya bhi sab kuch keh deti hain thnks to orkut &amp;amp;TLTE so tht I get chance to met with both of u. and specially vins my sweetest, lovely frd in tlte jiske jaisa koi ho hi nahi sakta and there is no doubt I m big fan of her . she is always present for supporting me ., lots of things were quite similar in both of us .&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget my billi gang ( vins abhi tak naam hi nahi soch payi::::((((] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yaa robbery gang too jiska sara profit saras hi le gaya .....kosha,vins aur mujhe kuch mila hi nahi:XXXXX ( thnks saras i forgot abt this gang)&lt;br /&gt;TLTE changes megha to megs .bring so many changes in me :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;hats of to TLTE who made my this yr one of the memorable yr. Thnks all of u mujhe abhi tak jhelne ke liye:DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLTE rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113949314914499064?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113949314914499064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113949314914499064' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113949314914499064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113949314914499064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/02/journey-till-so-far.html' title='Journey Till So Far............'/><author><name>Aurora</name><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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113917125825039579</id><published>2006-02-06T01:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:01:46.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Feb 06,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Chandu… Sabka bandhu .. &lt;shakti&gt;&lt;/shakti&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Mohan aka chandu -&gt; most adored in tlte group, though I don’t know about all members and even I don’t know all the members. But as far I have seen, everyone knows him and he seem to know everybody. No ego clashes with anyone and no serious relationship with anyone either (u know what I mean…love bug ). He was the second person from tlte who scrapped me. :). He read everyone’s blog, every post of tlte group and sometimes, he even start reading other people’s scrap books :). Thus he keep track of things and he has rightfully earned the title of “tlte reporter”. Outside tlte he used to play comp games a lot, but now he is concentrating more on his studies. He is the link between the old members, regulars members and new members of tlte. Three cheers for chandu…..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;And today, we are all here to give bumps to that Chandu… err we are here to celebrate his birthday :). In the end, formally,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Chandu and many many happy returns of the day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@due to some time zone problem this post is showing feb 5,I posted it on feb6 but tlte moderater is in some other time zone :P&lt;br /&gt;now where is my cake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...my fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113917125825039579?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113917125825039579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113917125825039579' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113917125825039579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113917125825039579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-birthday.html' title='Another birthday'/><author><name>Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113860816755860749</id><published>2006-01-31T03:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:34:31.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tirth's and Kiran's b'lore Visit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This post should have been posted long time back but I wasn’t having access to TLTE blog now I thnk I can post it bindas!! :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Its all about the meet that happened in b’lore on 30th December, 2005. But this time it included the very own bong turned gujju dada tirtho (from IIMA) :DDDD and Kiran aka alchemist from ITIB. The others were the usual members --- to be specific 4 b’lore TLTEians whch included  -- kosha, Pommu, Samyak and myself . Actually it was a surprise meet and the surprise factor was tirth  Tirth, Samyak, kosha and myself had a surprise meet on 29th dec. U can call the meet on 30th dec as a sequel to the one on the previous day :DD. Tirth was on a bharat darshan sort of tht too within 4 days time :DD Hats off to u tirth for having spared some of ur valuable time for we poor b’loreans :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had met kiran earlier also on my way to baroda. A silent guy as I had mentioned he never takes the initiative unless and until his sweetheart’s name is not mentioned ;)))) But overall a very sweet, silent and all the more shy person :PPP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at the usual meeting spot Cauvery Emporium, MGRoad. Since we had met late and since it was a weekday, can say almost weekend, I mean Friday :D, we met late arnd 7:00 pm. Kiran, Kosha, Samyak and myself were the first ones to reach the meeting point. Thereafter we were waiting for tirth and pommu(the late-latif) to arrive.  Finally by the time pommu and tirth came it was almost 8:00 pm. The nxt headache thn was to decide upon where to have our dinner. We ended up suggesting sagar’s (famous for veg. food), Andhra restaurants(whch tirth totally boycotted), some other fast food restaurants and donno wht all :Ooooooo Finally we ended up with Chung wah (A Chinese restaurant :DDD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now once at the restaurant, the ordering part started and during ordering some complications occurred. Tirth being a hard-core non-veggie did the non-veg ordering part and myself ordered for prawns whch I hope bcame the culprit for spoiling the mood of many in the gang (not mentioning much coz don’t wanna spoil ppls mood again) :))  Sorry guys for having done tht. But yup have to mention Samyak scolded me a lot for tht, but thnx to tirth, kiran and pommu for getting me bak to normal :))) Mind it pommu left soon after the starters coz his parents were in town and spl thnx to him for having made it this time for the meet :PPP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During the main course we (included kiran, kosha, Samyak, Tirthankar and myself) were pulling each others legs, doing a fultoos time pass watching clips on tirth’s laptop. There was also a romantic chemistry happening between a 1 yr old girlie and tirth. She was consistently staring at tirth and he was also blushing a lot :PPPP We took snaps of tirth’s sweetheart as a memory for him :PPP waise bhabhi choti hai lekin kaafi sahi thi ;)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once completed with the dinner party we decided to make a move. After dinner Kiran, tirth, Samyak and myself had a meetha time with the meetha paan from a paan shop nearby. After mincement it was rose giving ceremony ;))). Tirth gave rose to both the so-called ladies of TLTE kosha and myself :DD. Samyak was quick enuf to capture those moments on his digi cam. It was tirth who was doing the blushing while giving the rose, rather than the ladies :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally once completed with the party kiran and tirth left for their respective destinations hostel and railway station respectively. And we three TLTEians were all set to get bak to our destinations. Wow wht a wonderful way to party with outsiders :DD Sahi main TLTE rocks !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Truly Tirth a nice surprise and kiran thnx for making up the time. I thnk surprise parties should b organized more often :P So tirth when is ur nxt surprise party :DDD:PPP A gala time arnd the end of new yr thnx a lot TLTE buddies :))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113860816755860749?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113860816755860749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113860816755860749' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113860816755860749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113860816755860749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/01/tirths-and-kirans-blore-visit.html' title='Tirth&apos;s and Kiran&apos;s b&apos;lore Visit!!'/><author><name>Athena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00757876269914360402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/112786879_70c226d72d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113862207238240375</id><published>2006-01-30T17:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:34:34.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paratha Party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This weekend was something special with a “Paratha Party” happening at the TLTE headquarter, b’lore. Venue : Mipple’s house. As per our plans all the TLTEians in b’lore were supposed to gather at mipple’s house and then prepare parathas for lunch. But as it would have been, finally there were only six TLTEians – Adi, Kosha, Mipple, Prankul, Samyak and Myself. The others who didn’t turn up, u missed a hell lot of masti, food and music :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The party began 1 hr after the scheduled time all coz of some late-latifs and late-latifs only :DDDD Finally all of the members and the raw materials for the paratha party were ready by 12:40 sharp :DDD Now mipple was assigned the task of making the dough for paratha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/1636/320/mipple%20with%20dough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mipple with Dough!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kosha was taking care of the potatoes required for paratha. Mind it kosha is very particular abt cleanliness :PP She ended up washing the potatoes ample amount of times before they bcame a part of our delicious parathas :DD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/1636/320/kosha%20with%20her%20potatoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kosha With Potatoes!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Adi helped in chopping the tomatoes and all the more in devouring a lot of them. I guess if he would have chopped sincerely and ate less we would have had 2 plates of tomatoes :DD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/1636/320/adi%20with%20tomatoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adi Struggling with Tomatoes!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Prankul was pretty happy chopping the chillies (bahot achche se kaattha hai, achcha cook banegaa :PP). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/1636/320/pranks%20with%20chillies.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pranks Struggling with Chillies!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;        &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Myself was pretty busy chopping gingers whch took hell lot of time :DDD But u knw wht my ginger cutting art imbibed curiousity in pranks, adi and Samyak :PPP. Pranks was so mesmerized he all the way went home to get his handy cam to shoot my ginger chopping art!! :DDD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/1636/320/vini%20chopping%20ginger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Myself Struggling with Ginger!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;        &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oops someone is missing, yup our very own spammy aka Samyak. Surprised where he vanished – he was pretty much busy time passing taking photos and shooting videos :DDD Samyak ne kaafi madad ki hamaari -- khana khatam karne main :DDD And haan he tried cutting my finger also (Megs make a spl note, next isi ko tapkana hai :DDD) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/1636/320/samyak%20doing%20tp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Samyak caught time passing!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;      &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally Kosha tai did the baking part of the paratha. Mind it the major credit goes to our very own chef of TLTE mipple who did all the paratha making. Even I tried hands at baking and got loads of scolding. Finally I ended up the cooking ceremony by making salads JJ I had always believed the phrase “Too Many Cooks Spoil The Broth” But it turned out to be totally wrong. This time so many cooks made the paratha party a huge success. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;        &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Meanwhile during all these paratha making tantrum we were having a gala time -- pulling each others legs (the usual stuff), dancing, playing mischiefs and listening to some fabulous and mesmerizing songs – spl thnks to adi and his ipod :PPP waise forgot to mention mipple was the most luckiest coz he could listen to his favorite song -- Ek baar Aaja Aaja (from aksar). Every time tht song used to come mipple and myself used to dance like nythng and in the end found all of them dancing to the song :DDD In btwn pranks, adi and myself tried killing spammy but alas lagta nahi spammy itni jaldi marrne waalon main se hai :DDD. And haan thnx to pranks for capturing all those moments live!!! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;         &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once everything was ready we helped ourselves with the delicious parathas, curd, achchar, salad, sauce and juice :)) Wow wht a delicious lunch JJ It wasn’t only coz of the parathas but coz of the effort we had put in and the time we spent making the lunch tht made it all the more delicious. An awesome lunch far better than any 7-star or 5-star hotel :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/1636/320/Party%20Time%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Party Time!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;        &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once the party was over pranks left all the more coz he had some work. And to be frank pranks missed the best part of “Paratha Party”—we had the party concluded by bumps for Samyak. Mind it here kosha and myself didn’t leave a single moment to kick Samyak.. aahh wht a time it was.. Samyak xpecting more such moments!!! :PPPPP Finally everyone bid adeau and thus ended the best moment in TLTE meet I had ever had!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion : Sahi main agar meet karna ho toh aise jahan everyone knws each other. The memories of this TLTE party was awesome, xpecting more such parties. A gr8 time to remember throughout our lifetime. Thnx everybody for making the day this time (first time) without any nakharas :DD!! :)))))&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113862207238240375?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113862207238240375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113862207238240375' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113862207238240375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113862207238240375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/01/paratha-party.html' title='Paratha Party!!!'/><author><name>Athena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00757876269914360402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/112786879_70c226d72d.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113858931708385926</id><published>2006-01-30T08:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:18:37.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>M(B)aking of TLTE  !!</title><content type='html'>Banglore TLTEians this weekend had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paratha Party &lt;/span&gt;at Mipple's place.&lt;br /&gt;Hum logone wahan pe TLTE ka logo banaya and pakaya bhi !!&lt;br /&gt;The way our frendship is started and got stronger day by day, ye TLTE logo bhi waise hi aaram se mast sek-sek ke acchhe se pakk gaya !! :))))&lt;br /&gt;Heres for u, a visual treat .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M(B)aking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of a TLTE !! &lt;/span&gt;[:P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kaccha TLTE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/Sampic%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/Sampic%28007%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/Sampic%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/Sampic%28008%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Pan me bake ho raha  TLTE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/Sampic%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/Sampic%28010%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Ultaa Pultaa TLTE for complete baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/Sampic%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/Sampic%28009%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Baking done... and ready to serve TLTE [:P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/Sampic%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/Sampic%28011%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/Sampic%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/Sampic%28012%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/KSheshrao103246/My%20Documents/Bluetooth/inbox/Sampic%28007%29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113858931708385926?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113858931708385926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113858931708385926' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113858931708385926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113858931708385926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/01/mbaking-of-tlte.html' title='M(B)aking of TLTE  !!'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113809532972532535</id><published>2006-01-24T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:05:29.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Which tree are you? :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dec 23 to Jan 01 - Apple Tree &lt;br /&gt;Jan 01 to Jan 11 - Fir Tree&lt;br /&gt;Jan 12 to Jan 24 - Elm Tree &lt;br /&gt;Jan 25 to Feb 03 - Cypress Tree &lt;br /&gt;Feb 04 to Feb 08 - Poplar Tree&lt;br /&gt;Feb 09 to Feb 18 - Cedar Tree &lt;br /&gt;Feb 19 to Feb 28 - Pine Tree &lt;br /&gt;Mar 01 to Mar 10 - Weeping Willow Tree &lt;br /&gt;Mar 11 to Mar 20 - Lime Tree &lt;br /&gt;Mar 21 (only) -Oak Tree &lt;br /&gt;Mar 22 to Mar 31 - Hazelnut Tree &lt;br /&gt;Apr 01 to Apr 10 - Rowan Tree &lt;br /&gt;Apr 11 to Apr 20 - Maple Tree &lt;br /&gt;Apr 21 to Apr 30 - Walnut Tree &lt;br /&gt;May 01 to May 14 - Poplar Tree &lt;br /&gt;May 15 to May 24 - Chestnut Tree &lt;br /&gt;May 25 to Jun 03 - Ash Tree &lt;br /&gt;Jun 04 to Jun 13 - Hornbeam Tree &lt;br /&gt;Jun 14 to Jun 23 - Fig Tree &lt;br /&gt;Jun 24 (only) - Birch Tree &lt;br /&gt;Ju n 25 to Jul 04 - Apple Tree &lt;br /&gt;Jul 05 to Jul 14 - Fir Tree &lt;br /&gt;Jul 15 to Jul 25 -Elm Tree &lt;br /&gt;Jul 26 to Aug 04 - Cypress Tree &lt;br /&gt;Aug 05 to Aug 13 - Poplar Tree &lt;br /&gt;Aug 14 to Aug 23 - Cedar Tree &lt;br /&gt;Aug 24 to Sep 02 - Pine Tree &lt;br /&gt;Sep 03 to Sep 12 - Weeping Willow Tree &lt;br /&gt;Sep 13 to Sep 22 - Lime Tree &lt;br /&gt;Sep 23 (only) - Olive Tree &lt;br /&gt;Sep 24 to Oct 03 - Hazelnut Tree &lt;br /&gt;Oct 04 to Oct 13 - Rowan Tree &lt;br /&gt;Oct 14 to Oct 23 - Maple Tree &lt;br /&gt;Oct 24 to Nov 11 - Walnut Tree &lt;br /&gt;Nov 12 to Nov 21 - Chestnut Tree &lt;br /&gt;Nov 22 to Dec 01 - Ash Tree &lt;br /&gt;Dec 02 to Dec 11 - Hornbeam Tree &lt;br /&gt;Dec 12 to Dec 21 - Fig Tree &lt;br /&gt;Dec 22 (only) - Beech Tree&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cedar Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Confidence) -- of rare strength, knows how to adapt, likes unexpected presents, of good health, not in the least shy, tends to look down on others, self-confident, a great speaker, determined, often impatient, likes to impress others, has many talents, industrious, healthy optimism, waits for the 1 true love, able to make quick decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestnut Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Honesty) -- of unusual stature, impressive, well-developed sense of justice, fun to be around, a planner, born diplomat, can be irritated easily, sensitive of others feelings, hard worker, sometimes acts superior, feels not understood at times, fiercely family oriented, very loyal in love, physically fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cypress Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Faithfulness) -- strong, muscular, adaptable, takes wat life has to give but does not necessarily like it, strives to be content, optimistic, wants to be financially independent, wants love, affection, hates loneliness, passionate lover which cannot be satisfied, faithful, quick-tempered at times, can be unruly &amp; careless, love to gain knowledge, needs to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elm Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Noble-mindedness) -- pleasant shape, tasteful clothes, modest demands, tends not to forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but not to obey, honest &amp; faithful partner, likes making decisions for others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humor, practical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fig Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Sensibility) -- very strong minded, a bit self-willed, honest, loyal, independent, hates contradiction or arguments, hard worker when wants to be, love life &amp; friends, enjoys children &amp; animals, few sexual relationships, great sense of humor, has artistic talent &amp; great intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fir tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Mysterious) -- extraordinary taste, handles stress well, love anything beautiful, stubborn, tends to care for those close to them, hard to trust others,yet a social butterfly, likes idleness &amp; laziness after long demanding hours at work, rather modest, talented, unselfish, many friends, very reliable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazelnut Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Extraordinary) -- charming, sense of humor, very demanding but can also be very understanding, knows how to make a lasting impression, active fighter 4 social causes &amp; politics,popular,quite moody,sexually oriented,honest, a perfectionist, has a precise sense of judgment &amp; expects complete fairness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hornbeam Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Good Taste) -- of cool beauty, cares for its looks &amp; condition, good taste, is not egoistic, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads a reasonable &amp; disciplined life, looks for kindness &amp; acknowledgment in an emotional partner, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with its feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very conscientious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lime Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Doubt) -- intelligent, hard working, accepts wat life dishes out, but not before trying to change bad circumstances into good ones, hates fighting stress, enjoys getaway vacations, may appear tough, but is actually soft &amp; relenting, always willing 2 make sacrifices 4 family &amp; friends, has many talents but not always enough time 2 use them, can bcome a complainer, great leadership qualities, is jealous at times but extremely loyal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maple Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Independence of Mind) -- no strong of full love impress. to wants life, complicated easily, learns memory, good complexities, many has nervous, sometimes experiences, new for hungers self-confident, proud, ambitious, reserved, shy &amp; originality, imagination &amp; person, ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oak Tree &lt;/strong&gt;(Brave) -- robust nature, courageous, strong, unrelenting, independent, sensible, does not like change,keeps its feet on the ground,person of action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olive Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Wisdom) -- love sun, warmth, kind feelings, reasonable, balanced, avoids aggression, violence, tolerant, cheerful, calm, well-developed sense of justice, sensitive, empathetic, free of jealousy, love to read &amp; the company of sophisticated ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pine Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Peacemaker) --luv agreeable company, craves peace &amp; harmony, love to help others, active imagination, likes to write poetry, not fashion conscious, great compassion, friendly to all, falls strongly in loev but will leave if betrayed or lied to, emotionally soft, low self esteem, needs affection, reassurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poplar Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Uncertainty) --looks very decorative, talented, not very self-confident, extremely courageous if necessary, needs goodwill &amp; pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, great artistic nature, good organizer, tends to lean toward philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rowan Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Sensitivity) -- full of charm,cheerful,gifted without egoism,likes to draw attention,love life,motion,unrest &amp; even complications,is both dependent &amp; independent,good taste,artistic,passionate,emotional,good company,does not forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walnut Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Passion) -- unrelenting, strange&amp; full of contrasts, often egotistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous, passionate, no compromise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weeping Willow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Melancholy) -- likes to b stress free, luv family life, full of hopes &amp; dreams, attractive, very empathetic, love anything beautiful, musically inclined, love to travel to exotic places, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with when pressured, sometimes demanding, gud intuition, suffers in love til they find that one loyal, steadfast partner; love to make others laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Love) -- quiet &amp; shy at times, lots of charm, appeal, &amp; attraction, pleasant attitude, flirtatious smile, adventurous, sensitive, loyal in luv, wants to luv &amp; b loved, faithful &amp; tender partner, very generous, many talents, love children, needs affectionate partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ash Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;( Ambition) -- extremely attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, doesnot care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with fate, can be very egotistic, reliable, restless lover, sometimes money rules over the heart, demands attention, needs luv &amp; much emotional support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beech Tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Creative) -- has gud taste, concerned about its looks, materialistic, guoo organization of life &amp; career, economical, gud leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birch Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Inspiration) -- vivacious, attractive, elegant, friendly, unpretentious, modest, does not like anything in excess, abhors the vulgar, love life in nature &amp; in calm, not very passionate, full of imagination, little ambition, creates a calm &amp; content atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113809532972532535?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113809532972532535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113809532972532535' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113809532972532535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113809532972532535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/01/which-tree-are-you-d.html' title='Which tree are you? :D'/><author><name>sanju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657741854664672632</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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113677573278487296</id><published>2006-01-09T08:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:32:12.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>B'day celebration in Bang</title><content type='html'>Its not that we want u all ppl to feel envious about banglore TLTEians, but we here are literally having a bang !!&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we celebrated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bade bhaai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yogesh&lt;/span&gt;'s B'day (29th Dec) in banglore, that too with proper ceremony of makeup and bumps [:P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, this time the meet happened without much (or no) emails exchanged (otherwise, email thread cross 100 every time we have to decide on the meet :P ) and most of all were present except two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bhaai ka b'day hai to cake aise hi cutegaa [:P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/IMG_0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/IMG_0383.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vine ne make up kiya, maine to bass cake kheela raha hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/IMG_03861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/IMG_03861.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chalo bumps bhi de hi dete hai.. bahot bhaari hai.. :( (Thts Adi, Kosha, Mipple and Pommu trying hard to give bumps) It was happening on the road [:P][:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/IMG_0389.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/IMG_0390.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113677573278487296?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113677573278487296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113677573278487296' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113677573278487296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113677573278487296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2006/01/bday-celebration-in-bang.html' title='B&apos;day celebration in Bang'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113576335738984507</id><published>2005-12-28T13:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:19:17.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Tradition of TLTE meet continues</title><content type='html'>Wouldnt you know it, This one is in Bangalore as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore, The garden city, the youth city, the IT city or what it shouldve more appropriately have been.....the one-way city. Its a place that has amused my imagination for sometime and ater a lot of unsuccessfull attempts, I finally managed to make it there the weekend before last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now apart from being all those things, bangalore is also the headquaters of TLTE, so lots of TLTE'ians to meet. I called almost everyone i could get hold of, but only 4 of em' turned up. Mipple, Yogesh and the 2 beautiful 2 be true vinitha and kosha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet at Garuda Mall @ MG road on saturday at 5pm. Due to a fantasitic traffical situation, which is apparently pretty common in b'lore, I manage to make it there by 5.15 and wait for them along with my cousin. We finally manage to meet each other by 5.30. My cousin, who i guess was quite apprehensive about meeting my freinds , took his leave immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us treid to find a place to settle down, walked quite a bit and on the way met a couple of mipple's friends. They joined us and we walked up to a closeby 'oh! so terrible' cafe coffee day. Having being irritated by a terribly honky traffic jam and later at the noisy crowdy multiplex, I was looking forward to sitting cosily in the cafe away from the noise and din and have a pleasant conversation. But i was in for a surprise as the place turned out to be worse than the rest with the constant  grinding sound of the coffee machine and loud music which they wouldnt turn down even after numerous requests. The place was so that i couldnt hear the guys sitting just a couple of feet away. I ended up having a terrible headache and I guess everyone was aware that i was quite uncomfortable. Surprisingly, none of the others had a similar nightmare. I guess they were all too used to bangalore by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we were quickly out of the cafe and it did not take long for my headache to subside after that. We talked our way back to the mall where mipple took leave to watch some movie along with his friends. So it was just me and the girls for a while as we waited for yogesh. It was here that i came a lil into my element and started taking part in the conversation. Upto here i was little more than a silent spectator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best thing TLTEians can do is talk. Its our defining element and came into play as we sat there and started talking about anything under the sun. &lt;br /&gt;Some interesting observations :  Vini &amp; Kosha love kids. The moment they see anything under 6 in the crowd, they point it out to each others and giggle, much to the dismay of the person trying to talk to them. Although its kinda funny really, u cant help laughing at the guy standing behind the kid checking his clothes and zippers wondering why two cute girls are laughing at him. Ever been in a smiliar situation before? blame the kids! The beauties ofcource do not realize this as they're too busy goggling (notice how it rhymes with giggling :P) at the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogesh finally arrives sometime later and after exchanging a few pleasentries we continue doing what we were best at...talk. After sometime we start roaming about the mall looking for batteries to get the camera working and then cliked a few pictures of us along with the christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kosha had to leave prety soon and the rest of us got back to base....talking. This was my fav phase in the whole meet. Pretty soon the talk led to us pulling each others legs. My personal fav was my attack on the alleged cat of TLTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tumko dekha to khayal aaye kuch aise&lt;br /&gt;bandariya ne billi ka costume pehna ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;bina madari ke jamura kamal dikha raha hai&lt;br /&gt;tamasha dekh log phek rahe ho paise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcource it wasnt just me pulling thier legs, I faced a bit of the music myself, but then sher aur billi ki ladayi mein jeet to sher ki hogi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we split up after soemtime as it was getting pretty late and all three of us had some commitment to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it ends...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My View of the Profile of the participants involved in the meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mipple&lt;/span&gt; : Havent known him long, talked to him just a couple of times on TLTE before meeting him. Great guy, fun to be with. Has some very generous friends ;). Unfortunatly i couldnt get to know him much as he left pretty early and most of the time we spent was during the time i had the headache. Anyways hope to see him again to get to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vinitha&lt;/span&gt; : Well, I've known her for quite sometime, online, but a face-to-face does change the prespective a lot. Firstly, she is way more beautiful than she seems in her pics (dont tell her i said this, we arnt done with our fighting yet :P). But then she's more than just beautiful. She's someone who can give u a headache in 10 mins flat!! Shes the only one i know who talks as much as or maybe even more than i do. But shes very sweet and very caring, someone who'll make you feel comfortable pretty soon. Overall a great friend to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kosha&lt;/span&gt; : The Stranger or more aptly The Beautiful Stranger. I finally understood what madonna meant in that song. &lt;br /&gt;Well the first thing you notice about her, apart from her beauty, is that she's tall, so tall that she can give u a complex. And then she's so smart she'll give u a complex. But then she's complex herself. Not someone you'll get to know completely in the first meet. But then we'll meet again wont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yogesh&lt;/span&gt; : The first thing you notice about him is that he's cool. He's cool, composed, relaxed and at ease in a restless city. He's someone you can get very comfortable very quickly. Plus he has a biiiggg heart. Great guy to be friends with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113576335738984507?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113576335738984507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113576335738984507' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113576335738984507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113576335738984507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/tradition-of-tlte-meet-continues.html' title='The Tradition of TLTE meet continues'/><author><name>Sher-e-Punjab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14980511010041336569</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113565841869674092</id><published>2005-12-27T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:43:19.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kiddo's B'day !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3085/662/320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish the very own Kiddo of TLTE family a very very HAppy B'day !!&lt;br /&gt;Its Taru's B'day today... &lt;br /&gt;The Kid of TLTE is growin up now [;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poore ho saare khwaab tumhaare...&lt;br /&gt;pare rahe TUMse dukh dard saare...&lt;br /&gt;Dua hai yahi HUM sabki us se...&lt;br /&gt;TUM par usaka karam hameshaa Barase !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhaare liye Cake bhi hai.. woh abhi upload nahi ho raha hai.. &lt;br /&gt;baad me jab hoga to kaat dena !! [:P][:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many haapy returns of the day Again !! [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Samyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113565841869674092?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113565841869674092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113565841869674092' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113565841869674092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113565841869674092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/kiddos-bday.html' title='Kiddo&apos;s B&apos;day !!'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113548937235525097</id><published>2005-12-25T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:35:27.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's wishing all TLTEians a very very Merry Xmas, and a wonderful festive week to welcome the festive season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope Santa fulfils all your wishes, and one gets all the happiness in the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A toast to the TLTE family as well....May it goes closer and stronger..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm taking Kanu's word for this one...TLTE meets are always fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met Gopala last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Saras and Tinni[;)] yesterday. And as always, it was lovely fun...It was Xmas eve, and Mumbai looks like a bride, with all the lights and decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although Saras made me wait for 45 minutes (&lt;i&gt;us se bada late lateef koi nahi hai&lt;/i&gt;) and later made a lot of fun of me, by shouting that I had a "funny face" so that everyone who looked at me started to lauch[:o]!!! So of course he kept looking at me and kept laughing, and even proposed a business idea (that all comedy movies should have my pic stuck on the screen at one side constantly, even if the movies was horrible, people would die laughing =)) ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And of course the rest of the time, saras just kept missing Vini[:P], while Tinni had to leave early[:)].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot to add...we did a very crazy thing, that could verey well be the next TLTE-am trend. For dinner, we were sitting in this restaurant, trying to debate what to order, as all of us were fine with abslutely-anything, and none of us could decide. So finally I(who else) got a brilliant idea...We shortlisted three items of choice, and wrote them on chits made of tissue paper. Then we called the waiter and let him pick up one of the chits. No wonder the waiter was grinning all through after that:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So next time, when u cant decide waht to order, try this one[:P]!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But in short, we had a blast, and we all exchanged a lot of TLTE secrets!![:P][:P]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm looking forward to meet Ment, Kanu and SM in Jan. Don't you ditch me either of you!!![:D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take care all...and have a blast this festive season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TLTE Rocks! Touchwood[:)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113548937235525097?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113548937235525097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113548937235525097' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113548937235525097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113548937235525097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113532998589582711</id><published>2005-12-23T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:56:26.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TLTE</title><content type='html'>I joined TLTE pretty late than it started and always opened the thread to find some unknown ppl playing some or the other game, &lt;br /&gt;so refrained myself from posting there.&lt;br /&gt;But, in a way I knew many ppl beforehand most of us were regular in posting at India Comm. and some in "Above U" thread.&lt;br /&gt;I found Ted involved in almost every discussion happening there and was really amazed to see the points he come up with for debate.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, he later also involved in TLTE and I myself also jumped in sometime later. I used to browse it throught the day.&lt;br /&gt;I was mostly accompanied by Ted, Shobhs, Kosha-Dosha, Kiddo, Adi, Pommu, Yogi, Saras, Vins, Tinni (can't recollect all though) came later. I became quite regular there and we were a gang always racing towards milestones.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. looking back at it, it seems all foolish but we were very much involved in this foolish mad race for milestones!! There were too many ppl coming in and then disappearing. &lt;br /&gt;But, we gang never gave up. Somehow, ppl started giving attention to their scrap numbers more than TLTE and slowly slowly, we all used to communicate thru SBs. TLTE was no more interested and I found too many new ppl there to discuss the things with. So, mails/Scraps/Chat reduced our posts !! Milestones in each others SBs becmae more important. Mad ppl we were.. really !!&lt;br /&gt;Phone numbers were exchanged and everybody came closer than expected. It seems like we all were an old college group scattered around the globe. &lt;br /&gt;Offcourse, there were fights/conflicts amongst different members, but never paid attention towards it.&lt;br /&gt;But theres definitely more in life than just pulling legs, people had their crushes, crushed for that too [:P]. Anyways, thats the part of any friends groups, hai na ??&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to meet so many TLTEians and conversed with most of members thru phone and all... the TLTE family as I call it, really always felt good in pulling each others legs !!&lt;br /&gt;I met Vins, Saras, Gopala, Adi, Pommu,Prankul, Yogesh, Kosha. (want to meet u all remaining )&lt;br /&gt;Talked with Tinni, Deeps, Raja, Shobhs, Ted, Kiddo, Kanu, Richa. (want to add more names here... soon)&lt;br /&gt;Thts the way it is...&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on.. and relations become strong !! Hope we all TLTEians will be with each otehr thru all the thick and thin !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!! TLTE Rocks !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113532998589582711?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113532998589582711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113532998589582711' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113532998589582711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113532998589582711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/tlte.html' title='TLTE'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113491924563662328</id><published>2005-12-18T20:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:52:54.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ARBIT POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is some random post so the moderator reserves the right to delete it anytime it is desired... Actually I didnt know what to write that may be more relevant at this space coz I havent interacted much with the veterans here ... so i will bring up something that i enjoy very much.. The movie "Sholay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What the F**K??"&lt;/em&gt;.. if that is what in your mind after reading the first para then plaease click on the &lt;strong&gt;X &lt;/strong&gt;at the top right hand corner of the window and accept my apologies for wasting your time...else read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday evening it was pizza coke and Sholay... Sholay?? Why Sholay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is one of the movies I am never tired of watching (included in the list are Jaane bhi do yaaron, Chashmebadoor, Amar Akbar Anthony, Chalte Chalte, Golmaal, Masoom, Baat Ban Jaye, Rang Birangi, Baaton Baaton mein, Andaz Apna Apna )....and what better way of doing it than on big screen....Now you don’t get to see many English movies in Aalborg, forget about Bollywood movies so we got a projector and constructed this whole setup…and it was really worth the effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Sholay did not open to a very good response way back when it was released and caught on later ...But for me the movie is a super duper uber hit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fav guy in the movie ..."&lt;strong&gt;Gabbar Singh&lt;/strong&gt;"... unarguably 'THE' most famous character of Indian cinema... Even Raju Shrivastav and Sunil Pal have recited his dialogues at the GILC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Kitne aadmi they?"&lt;br /&gt;"Katili Nachaniya"&lt;br /&gt;"Jo dar gaya, samjho mar gaya"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeh haath mujhey de de Thakur"&lt;br /&gt;"Bahut yaarana lagta hain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many such more dialogues which have crept into our daily parlance... which have become part of everyday milieu...I dont think any other movie has had that kind of penetration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fabulous dialogues, the plot of the movie is racy, fast paced, action packed and one in which you can't escape for a leak and come back thinking that u havent missed anything significant.... one stays glued to the seat from starting to the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is excellent, both background and songs and RD Burman's 'Mehbooba o mehbooba' is simply AWESOME... each of the songs gel so properly with the movie.. its not forced upon you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ramesh Sippy, RD, Salim Javed, AB, Dharampaaji, Amjadbhai and everyone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2690/707/400/IMG_14352.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Lalit a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;Aawara Sajde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113491924563662328?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113491924563662328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113491924563662328' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113491924563662328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113491924563662328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/arbit-post.html' title='ARBIT POST'/><author><name>Lalit Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2690/707/1024/Copy%20of%20upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113421738244658836</id><published>2005-12-10T17:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:53:02.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Chennai Meet (my account of it)</title><content type='html'>For quite some time I'm being asked to narrate down my account of the Chennai TLTE meet. As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words - let me take u down my memory lane, and share with u the wonderful time we had there.&lt;br /&gt;(For those who don't know it, the five of us from my university (me, Isha, Pooja, Shobhita and Shruti) went to Madurai to attend a techfest, and on the way met Angad and Shobhit at Chennai.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First we went to the Spencer's, Chennai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/Shobhit-Kanu-Angad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/Shobhit-Kanu-Angad1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The TLTEians - Shobhit, Kanu and Angad (aren't we happy? :-p))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/5%20at%20Spencers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/5%20at%20Spencers.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Five of us - Pooja, me, Shruti, Isha and Shobhita (The beauties))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/Spencer%20Ground%20Floor%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/Spencer%20Ground%20Floor%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(With Shobhit (extr Left) and Angad (extr Right) at Spencer's, Chennai (Beauties and the beasts ;-) ))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next we went to the Besant Nagar Beach, Chennai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/Kanu-Shouting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/Kanu-Shouting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I, shouting at Shobhit (the angry young woman :-p))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/Hum-Tum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/Hum-Tum2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Happy again - Shobhit and Kanu (Half Titatnic :-p I'm not all tht happy, apparently! :-p))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/Beach%20-%20Angad%20%26%20Kanu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/Beach%20-%20Angad%20%26%20Kanu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(With Angad, the shareef bachcha (I thot so!))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/Beac%20-%20SSKP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/Beac%20-%20SSKP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Fultu masti at the beach!!)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/Kanu%20on%20Horse%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/Kanu%20on%20Horse%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Some horse-riding, too! (You know, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;horse ;-) (Shobhit ki khushrang yaadein :-p))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/DCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/DCH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I call it the DCH pic. We enjoyed A LOT!)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/SK%20at%20Table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/SK%20at%20Table.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I guess the restaurant by the beach was called Verona's (Shobhit eats so much! He ate my burger, too. :(( :-p))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/SK%20at%20Station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/320/SK%20at%20Station.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Time to go. With Shobhit at Chennai Station.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the most wonderful days of my life! And know what, we even missed our train to Arakkonam :-p. But no regrets, 'coz I didn't want the day to end, it was so good. Thanx Angad and Shobhit, for being such wonderful hosts. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suggestion: Never miss a TLTE meet. They're SO MUCH fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113421738244658836?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113421738244658836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113421738244658836' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113421738244658836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113421738244658836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/chennai-meet-my-account-of-it.html' title='The Chennai Meet (my account of it)'/><author><name>Kanupriya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/383481664_3b06b40d2a_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113342719528177028</id><published>2005-12-01T14:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:23:15.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Better Safe Than Worry !!</title><content type='html'>Today is Worlds AIDS Day !!&lt;br /&gt;The title says it all !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in here just to spread the word .... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BD has full right to delete the topic ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113342719528177028?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113342719528177028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113342719528177028' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113342719528177028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113342719528177028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/better-safe-than-worry.html' title='Better Safe Than Worry !!'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113298157327674283</id><published>2005-11-26T10:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-26T10:39:13.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Saras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all the love in the world!&lt;/em&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/10969964-113298157327674283?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113298157327674283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113298157327674283' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113298157327674283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113298157327674283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-saras.html' title='Happy Birthday, Saras!'/><author><name>Kanupriya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/383481664_3b06b40d2a_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113290750156766970</id><published>2005-11-25T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:02:07.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>Genesis? “Not another nostalgic post!” the freshers would crib. But what the heck! &lt;em&gt;facchey hi hai na &lt;/em&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started as a guy’s &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=1&amp;nst=1"&gt;weirdest figment of imagination&lt;/a&gt;, culminated into a really long thread, a community, a blog, and even matured into real-life meet-ups. The soul; the driving factor behind all this is beyond me to fathom. I could just hope to portray my observation through a flashback link montage. This flashback is only a small fraction of events that formed the thread. Given the time constraint, that’s the best I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, the thread didn’t have any shape; no concrete thing to push it forward – except of course, that it has to the longest thread. Veterans Tirtho, Indrajit(I hate to call him Raja) and Sumeet helped give the thread some tangible shape. More like giving it an engine that’d push it forward, come what may.  Although you could find my post in the second page, my journey actually &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-11965096"&gt;began&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-11274529"&gt;scribble games&lt;/a&gt;. I think Kanu started her’s from there as well. Same goes for SM. The genesis of the name &lt;em&gt;TLTE &lt;/em&gt;however began &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-16480898"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games changed, but the participation persisted. “Sorry, had a call. wats goin on w/ the story? howz Mr X?” , &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=291&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-13321576"&gt;an example excuse&lt;/a&gt; by a member for missing a few minutes of action – the thread was gripping indeed. With all the excitement, there were down times as well. However TLTians like Sowmi, kept the ship from &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=31&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-13834658"&gt;sinking&lt;/a&gt; time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you browse across pages, you’d realize how easily people struck rapport with each other. The connections were instantaneous – no ego, no prejudice, no apprehensions. The &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-16469780"&gt;nicknaming process&lt;/a&gt; commenced as well. We’d often &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-16512493"&gt;raise each other’s spirits&lt;/a&gt; during times of distress. And even had &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-17449559"&gt;online birthday parties&lt;/a&gt;, where we would cut virtual cake! Some relationships got formalized, like for example: &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-16931465"&gt;Net sister&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although majority of time was spent on playing all sorts of games, we had a few occasional breaks with serious chats as well. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=141&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-18520405"&gt;Intellectual property rights&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-14833668"&gt;current (masala) affairs&lt;/a&gt; – you name it, we discussed it all. I even got to &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;na=3&amp;nst=-2&amp;amp;nid=370-1747574-16480898"&gt;improve my Hindi&lt;/a&gt;. You wouldn’t believe! I had managed to start a &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=471307&amp;tid=2594694&amp;amp;na=1&amp;nst=1"&gt;war&lt;/a&gt; in the Hindi community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One peculiar thing about this thread was that although most of the threads in the India community got spammed by trolls, TLTE was spared. I don’t know why. That said, TLTE did have its share of trolls. Harsh tried his best to &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;amp;tid=1747574&amp;na=3&amp;amp;nst=-2&amp;nid=370-1747574-22830875"&gt;troll spam&lt;/a&gt;, only to concede defeat to a unique display of collaborative combat by TLTians. Two TLTians were awarded the highest award for valor – &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;amp;tid=1747574&amp;na=3&amp;amp;nst=-2&amp;nid=370-1747574-23921952"&gt;TLTE chakra&lt;/a&gt;. This collaborative effort was possible because TLTE was already consolidated and corporatized with its very own &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;amp;tid=1747574&amp;na=4&amp;amp;nst=0&amp;nid=370-1747574-18606355"&gt;board members&lt;/a&gt;. It was only later when we made it compulsory to hail the board – HTB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly auxiliary &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;amp;tid=1747574&amp;na=3&amp;amp;nst=101&amp;nid=370-1747574-33596471"&gt;Yahoo conference meetings&lt;/a&gt; started happening. Conference meetings were too fast to follow; I was too accustomed to the pace of the Orkut thread. So my attendance in these meetings were limited :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then our godmother Kanu came up with an idea of a &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=1021997&amp;amp;tid=7284915"&gt;TLTE blog&lt;/a&gt;. The blog was to have articles on TLTE experiences. The &lt;a href="http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/02/visual-stuff.html"&gt;initial days&lt;/a&gt; were however tumultuous. We didn’t have many members who blogged or would want to blog. There was no original banner or design to identify this blog with. I spent a good amount of time working on the CSS and banner for this blog. The initial design was however rejected ( . In a livid state, I made another banner in 2 minutes time, which fortunately was liked by all (what fools na? :P ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New TLTians are already part of what followed. The blog itself documents most of it. So instead of harping on more, I’d request freshers to blog more on their TLTE experiences so that we oldies could have an insight on their perspective. May the spirit of TLTE live forever for us to cherish -- keep blogging. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113290750156766970?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113290750156766970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113290750156766970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113290750156766970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113290750156766970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/11/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.wordpress.com/avatar/bdsays-128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113243438867503915</id><published>2005-11-20T02:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-20T02:48:30.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day, Raja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/1600/Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7712/571/400/Bday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choicest B'day wishes for Raja - the King B-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113243438867503915?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113243438867503915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113243438867503915' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113243438867503915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113243438867503915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-bday-raja.html' title='Happy B&apos;day, Raja!'/><author><name>Kanupriya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/383481664_3b06b40d2a_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-113135949471348620</id><published>2005-11-07T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:06:37.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TLTE Celbrates B'day of ..</title><content type='html'>Kosha.. and Megha !!&lt;br /&gt;Its their respective b'days in this november... on 4th and 7th !!&lt;br /&gt;I wish them both..(X-factors..) on behalf of all the TLTE family members..&lt;br /&gt;a very very Happy..prosporous..joyous.. and beautiful and enjoyful b'day !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that all the dreams of both the girls come true .. in this coming new year for them !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.. a b'day treat is pending ..&lt;br /&gt;Megs to theek hai..pune me koi nahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kosha Dear... aap treat (no DUTCH this time...) kab de rahi ho.. and kahan ??&lt;br /&gt;Ye place kahan decide karega.. ki gift me tumhe kya milega [:P] (*juzz..kidding..)&lt;br /&gt;seriosuly speaking.. koi gift nahi milega [:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. N'joy !!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the past... and mark ur mistakes... and don't repeat them in the coming years !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful time ... and a gr9 future ahead !! [:)][:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Samyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-113135949471348620?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113135949471348620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=113135949471348620' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113135949471348620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/113135949471348620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/11/tlte-celbrates-bday-of.html' title='TLTE Celbrates B&apos;day of ..'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112970200686331386</id><published>2005-10-19T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-20T17:41:24.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>are Yaaron..</title><content type='html'>Dosti... badi hi haseen hai..&lt;br /&gt;Ye na ho toooooooo... kya firrrr...&lt;br /&gt;Bolo ye zindagi hai..&lt;br /&gt;Koi to .. ho raazdaar...&lt;br /&gt;begaraz.. tera ho yaar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri harr ek.. Buraai pe daante woh dost ..&lt;br /&gt;Ghum hi ho dhoop to saaya bane..&lt;br /&gt;tera woh Dost !!&lt;br /&gt;Naache bhi woh.. teri khooshi me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are yaaron...... dosti..badi hi haseen hai .&lt;br /&gt;ye na ho to.. kya firrr.. bolo ye zindagi hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaronnnnnnnnn........ !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Samyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112970200686331386?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112970200686331386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112970200686331386' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112970200686331386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112970200686331386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-yaaron.html' title='are Yaaron..'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112867854372027987</id><published>2005-10-07T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:19:03.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No new posts?</title><content type='html'>What's this? No new posts? Where's everyone busy? Kuchh nahin to yahi likh do ki kya chal raha hai aaj-kal! :-w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja, YOU start. B-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112867854372027987?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112867854372027987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112867854372027987' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112867854372027987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112867854372027987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-new-posts.html' title='No new posts?'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112606821813463351</id><published>2005-09-07T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-10T15:03:19.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A TLTE meet…..finally in chennai :)</title><content type='html'>As the day finally comes to an end, I cant help looking back and musing over one of the most fantastic days I’ve had for quite sometime now.&lt;br /&gt;Rocking! There are no other words for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began on a pretty sad note with dixit not being able to make it to the meet and I was left stranded alone with a strong sense of nervousness I feel every time before I meet a girl (ofcource, my inborn ability to screw it up every time doesn’t help either &lt;&gt;). But I was looking forward to this meet for quite sometime now, being my first TLTE meet, so I wasn’t going to miss it for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not sure if we can call this is a TLTE meet cause I haven’t met kanu on TLTE but... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I began towards the railway station and guess what I meet shobit on the bus( trust me I had no clue of this guy being a TLTE veteran). Anyways we start talking and soon realize that we’re pretty much in for the same reason. Get this, Shobit comes all the way to Chennai from b’lore missing classes and risking the possibility of a surprise test just to meet kanu (and some minor work which dint get done anyways :D). Now that’s something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at the station a couple of minutes late and run up to their compartment in the train. We look around and see a group of girls wearing BV badges, realize that they are kanu’s teammates shobita,pooja,isha and shruti. We start talking among ourselves waiting for kanu. Finally kanu arrives after 15 mins and one look on shobit’s face and you can clearly guess that he thinks the trip is worthwhile already :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , we stuff up their luggage in the cloak room and walk up to the ladies waiting room where the girls freshen up a bit while me and shobit sit outside wondering why do girls always take so long to get ready!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a loooooong wait the girls come out, all wearing pretty hip dresses which definitely would not be allowed in their collage. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop Spencers, the shopping mall, where we decide to have lunch at a decent restaurant and shop the rest of the afternoon. The screw up’s were about to begin :(.&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave up on locating the restaurant we were looking for and decide to have lunch in spencers itself. We endup at subways and have a subway each which was rather costly and totally tasteless. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the girls are pretty exited bacause the shopping is about to begin. From here on we split into 2 groups, shobit &amp; kanu and me and the rest of the gang and it stays pretty much the same way for the rest of the day. Pretty sad that I dint get to talk to kanu as much, but we can always make up for that, eh kanu? ;). The best part about the split was that I now received the undivided attention of 4, rather beautiful girls, who laughed pretty much at everything I threw at them and made we wonder if I’ve graduated from a PJ master to genuinely funny. How ever I heard them laugh at some regular common-talk later on and realized that they keep laughing at everything and no great promotion for me :((.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours of rather uneventful shopping, with no one buying anything at all. We decide to leave for the beach a little earlier than planned mainly because of the weather god’s generosity, the climate being surprisingly pleasant at 4.00 pm in Chennai :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally meet dixit just before leaving for the beach, although only for a few minutes :(. Anyways we then began for the most eventful part of the day, to the beach. We play at the beach for more than an hour and a half, throwing water at each other and having a lot of fun. Shobita slipped quite a few times, I slipped once too :((. Shruti finds a rent-a-horse at the beach and borrows it for sometime. All the girls climb the horse one by one and have a lot of fun. Finally, the highlight of the day, shobit tries climbing the horse, fails once, has another valiant go at it, we all try to help him as he manages to get his feet on either side of the saddle, tries to gain balance, loses it and falls on the other side of the horse face down into the sand. All of us including the horse I guess have a hearty laugh as we continue playing at the beach till all of end up pretty wet and muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/763/871/1600/Girne%20ki%20jagah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/763/871/320/Girne%20ki%20jagah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we decide to dry ourselves on the shore. As we walk back, shobit and kanu get talking again and forget the fact that they’ve left us far behind. Anyways the rest of us dry ourselves at a mirchi store on stools as I unleash another round of PJ’s followed unsurprisingly by a lot of laughter :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after a quick but tasty dinner we end up at the station where looking at the long queue at the ticket counter we realize that they wont be able to get tickets for the 8.15 train. We end up getting the tickets for the 9.15 one and talk some more for an hour as shobita,shruti and isha excuse themselves to the ladies waiting room to get freshened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the end arrives as they board the train, have the goodbye talks and leave. Shobit and I immediately walk up to the next platform where he boards his 9.45 train back to b’lore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it ends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112606821813463351?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112606821813463351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112606821813463351' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112606821813463351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112606821813463351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/09/tlte-meetfinally-in-chennai.html' title='A TLTE meet…..finally in chennai :)'/><author><name>Sher-e-Punjab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14980511010041336569</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112598836831776461</id><published>2005-09-06T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:27:02.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hiiii!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi TLTE wasio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Totally new to blogging and to some extent on tlte too. But I have read the Vinni's account (second orkut meet) and so i know some of you...who dont even know me. ...blah blah!!. hard to remember all the facts and names though....it was just liking reading some story in which i often get confused about the names and identity of the characters. An invitation was sent and i joined ...becoz now a days i really excited about blogging. but itne dino me kisi ne naya blog post nahi kia. So i m here to post and first who dont know me...Ahmm!!. I am bhavesh,studying engg, iit kgp. (All these trivial things ...). I dont know what to post here....so i am borrowing one post from my blog....because it is slightly off-the-track. Hey people last me last me name dekh ke...poora ka poora blog skip mat mar dena... hehe. ...waise as u wish. Just this time....i m copy past-ing this post(from my blog) ..because i really dont know what to write here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;"&gt;This entire animal kingdom including homo sapiens are divided in two groups i.e. MALE and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FEMALE. In case of human beings girls, women, ladies (females) are considered as the &lt;i style=""&gt;fairer sex. &lt;/i&gt;I hold the same view. I find girls more attractive and beautiful and cuter than boys (Naturally!!). I don’t know what girls think. For a change lets take a look on other species of the animal kingdom. There are many species and in some species the physical difference between male and females is prominent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking the attributes of male and female, it seems Nature has gifted them equally. Female has got the wonderful ability of parturition, and males are gifted with other physical attributes, like strength, beauty etc. Now here comes the catch. In general (I don’t know about each and every species) males are more attractive than females. For example, peacock (male) has the beautiful feathers a wonderful bluish body while the peahen (female) has a dull brownish body and is also featherless. Male cuckoo can only sing. Cock has crown on its head. Lion has the beautiful mane. Male sparrow has the black coat. And there are countless examples (if any one of you know about any species in which female is more attractive then do write that in comments please). Now the obvious question is why this universal rule of Nature was not followed in case of human beings. Human beings may be exception. After all every rule has an exception (this is a rule too and so there must be an exception of this one also :P). Or there is something else. From the recent past, our society has been patriarchal in nature. Males were the rulers. Human beings are smarter than the rest of the animals. So it need more entertainment. Now the kings or the rulers need entertainment. They had poets singers etc in their services. Poets, singers use to write about the beauty of woman because that would please the king. Gradually in poems and songs this philosophy gets stronger that females are the symbol of beauty. Slowly and slowly this impression become deep rooted. Now everyone think females are the symbol of beauty (I change my desktop wallpaper everyday and most of the times these are pictures of actresses or sports-women). This can be the reason for our consideration. For confirmation we have to wait for Martians. (jadoo se puchha chahiye tha hrithik ko :P). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here I am not trying to make any point. When I came across this idea, I was fascinated (because it was different). So I wanted to tell, or rather share this idea with you all and just have a reaction. For some this idea might not be new and some might not like this idea at all. I leave all this to you. Please comments and let me know how you all feel about this idea. Lastly, I want to say that beauty is not an attribute of some object, rather it is the specialty of the eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112598836831776461?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112598836831776461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112598836831776461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112598836831776461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112598836831776461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/09/hiiii.html' title='Hiiii!!!!!'/><author><name>Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112431998834970604</id><published>2005-08-18T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:09:13.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Invite Gen-Next to Blogging World</title><content type='html'>Well, probably what I write here would be more appropriate coming as a thread in TLTE community, but since there've been no blogs &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/12.gif" /&gt; here for a long-long time, I'll just add a new blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;a new idea. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/14.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just for inviting the new generation of TLTE members to the blog (as is apparent by the name of the blog &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/09.gif" /&gt;). Most of the "oldies&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/14.gif" /&gt;" have already had their say (or so it seems &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/28.gif" /&gt;), resulting in a slower pace of blog-writing compared to what we initially had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure new faces like Adi (yes, he's a new face&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/47.gif" /&gt;), Vini&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/04.gif" /&gt;, Kosha&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/05.gif" /&gt;(she's already a member?&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/12.gif" /&gt;) , Angad&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/50.gif" /&gt;, Mohan&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/21.gif" /&gt;, Megha&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/39.gif" /&gt; and Tinni&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/13.gif" /&gt; will be having a lot to share. And anyway, bachchon ko padhna-likhna sikhaana chaahiye. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/22.gif" /&gt;==&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/28.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give in your suggestions&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/33.gif" /&gt;/views&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/34.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/35.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/14.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112431998834970604?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112431998834970604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112431998834970604' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112431998834970604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112431998834970604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/08/invite-gen-next-to-blogging-world.html' title='Invite Gen-Next to Blogging World'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112115320490565691</id><published>2005-07-12T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:56:44.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An old story</title><content type='html'>A SHORT,RACY MEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even though i had said and still think,this one had become slightly irrelevant now, since u ppl had asked me to, i though what the hell, I'll post this too !!!:D&lt;br /&gt;And so, i'm back(ok ok I know i'm posting too much these days on this blog, sorry, last one) with a description of a short sweet racy meeting between me and Tirtho the last time i was in Bombay(gosh! that was quite a trip1 I met so many ppl..but just missed out on vini and spammy :( )&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was pretty funny the way it happened, and even though it was short, it was memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BACKGROUND&lt;br /&gt;well, I guess everyone knows that our IIMA fresher was due to join college on 23rd June, for which he flew to Bombay 22nd morning, and had a connecting flight to Ahembadabad in the evening. So basically, he was alone and free the whole day in bombay, and coincidentally I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLEAK POSSIBILITY&lt;br /&gt;Of crse, we all knew abt all this in advance, but being a weekday, all of us(me, Gopala and Saras were busy with our work and it was next to impossible to meet him during the day, which was wen he was here(he had a 6:50 flight).i wanted to, but there was no way I could rush out for a few hours and come bak. And so, it was not going to happen.Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED THE MANIPULATOR&lt;br /&gt;until of course Ted used his manipulative mind and conveniently landed very very near to the place where I was. Listen to his explanation:"I was just roaming around all day, and knew this place and landed up here by chance!!!"Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;And so he comes up there and gets into a cyber cafe and I get a simple sweet scrap that says:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm at the cyber cafe opp. HBCSE"(I was staying in the HBCSE hostel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE LUCK&lt;br /&gt;It was sheer luck that I read the scrap when I did, because I was not online and my program was stuck and I was busy working at 4:15. Then at 4:30, it suddenly worked and I was very happy, and I decided to take a 10-minute orkut brk veofre gettin bak to work till 6:30. so luckily, I got that scrap. And I really wanted to run out of BARC and meet him, but the catch was the time. It was past 4:30. and I was 3.5 kms inside BARC, with lots of security nonsense at the exit gate. I asked him how long cd he stay, he said 5:15 max. I couldn't let go of that chance, esp after I hadn't been able to meet him when he last came to delhi. So I took the risk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN ACT, AND WALK&lt;br /&gt;..and it paid off!But not before a lot of effort. I ran and hunted for my mentor, found him luckily at the same floor. Then acted as if I was really ill and told him abt headache and God-knows-wat. Of crse, he's very very sweet, and he immediately asked me to go(plus he was scared that I would faint, because he stronlgy believed that I dont eat and drink at all!!!!). So I ran bak, told Ted to wait, and came out.&lt;br /&gt;Being the odd time that it was, I had no option but to walk(run) down at lst 2 kms, contend with the stupid security and then take a rick to reach where Ted was. It was 5:20 i guess when I reached, and I finally finally saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "RICK"ETY TALK&lt;br /&gt;It was late, but luckily the airport wasnt too far from where we were, so we took the same rick, and finally finally got to talking face to face!!Interestingly, none of us took more than a nanosecond to recognise each other, as if we had met so many times!&lt;br /&gt;And then we could chatter for the next hour for everything under the sun and on the Net, till I finally dropped him at the Departure Lounge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it...and though it was short, it as fun and exciting! Watsay Ted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112115320490565691?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112115320490565691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112115320490565691' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112115320490565691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112115320490565691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/07/old-story.html' title='An old story'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112071710758127821</id><published>2005-07-07T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:48:27.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Meet... ~ VINs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm talking abt the meet wud take an entire life-time coz it appeared to me as if a chatter box competition was being held with no one backing out of speaking.. finally I was the winner in chatting. As per Spammy’s special request the meet has been divided into four sessions [:D][:D][:D] which I thnk is less to talk about :&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;[b][u] 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Scene : [/u][/b]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[b]Vins Meeting Spammy : [/b]&lt;/span&gt; Scene badhiyaa tha lag raha tha jaise DDLJ ke sharukh aur kajol mil rahe hain lekin yahin toh twist aatha hai. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kajol (matlab myself) already in train and sharukh (spammy) on platform [:D][:D][:P]. waise bhagne ki zaroorath bhi nahi padhi kyunki the train had a gud time halt at pune [:P][:P] and haan I should mention it here… I identified spammy rather than he identifying me [:x][:D][:D]. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aage ka kissa train ka sunaun ki nahi sunaaun I don’t know kyonki then again train ki tarah yahan bhi bore ho jaayegaa spammy [:D][:D] nyways spammy mere liye dher saari chocolates lekar aaya tha…. Aur haan the chocolates were utilized in the most efficient manner. I remember eating 2 out of them and the rest were shared at many moments in our meet. The first one was given to a poor beggar, the nxt to a singer who sang I thnk some sunny’s song and being spammy favorite actor he was lavish in giving an entire dairy milk to the kid and some with an uncle in our bogie and finally the last one with saras and poornima (my frnd). [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][:D][:P]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From his orkut scraps and after chatting with him on YM I had thought spammy would be a chatter box but all my hopes were shattered. He is a very shy kind of a person. [:D][:P] &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He will never speak up unless and until u take the initiative or talk about &lt;st1:personname&gt;kosha&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;. [:D][:D][;)] I thnk the only topic where spammy can suggest u some thng is [b] &lt;st1:personname&gt;kosha&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; [/b]. Everytime I used to mention her name he used to blush like nythng. His blushing used to be a boon especially when the train was passing through those dark tunnels, his blushing used to brighten up the tunnels [:P][:D][:D].&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Than again I introduced spammy to my so called uncle frnd on train who added fuel to the fire of boring spammy. He was interested in literature and books and talked abt all sorts of novels and literature books he had laid hands on which obviously bored spammy to the max. [:D][:D]. Sorry spammy from my uncle [:D][:D]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once I reached Dadar there was another frnd of mine (Ajith) waiting there 2 receive both of us and thn it was the local train trip tht was interesting. Spammy was happy tht he managed to get into a local in such rush but thn again throughtout our journey from Dadar to Kanjurmarg he was under constant tension of how he will manage to get down the train?? [:D][:D] kyon sahi hainaaa spammy?? [:P][:P] (waise thts a secret so don’t pester spammy much on this topic) [:D][:P]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SAMYAK Says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was my first TRAIN experience all alone… and mostly I was busy looking for tht Bogie Number and Seat no. than looking for Vins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. And yeah… not to mention… Vins  pics are so less seen and she is totally different than wht her pics shows !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dher saare Chocs nahi… sirf 5 the… and I was hungry so I got them with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I din’t share much of my chocs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank God, I got these chocolates, I gave Vins and Saras such a a great memory of that cool fight where Vins actually ran to Ladies Toilet to have the whole Chocolate and Saras helplessly waiting outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It was quite a scene !! and I was the lonely audince for the most romantic fight a TLTE could had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Already I was speak so less… and mentioning her name was like not letting me any chance to speak up at all [][]. Whenever I opened to say something… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Tum fenk rahe ho ..”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; OR “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fenko Mat…”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; were Vins reply. So I accepted to keep mum than speak something which no ones gonna believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncle &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: It wasn’t so boring actually. I felt bad for myself for the lack of knowledge English literature and mainly the language English. Who kaa hai na.. APun ki Angrezi thodi kachhi hi hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;[b][u] 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Scene : [/u][/b]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We reached IIT finally and my beautiful ex-dept. (KReSIT). There we met another load of frnds all mallus to be specific and were there in my lab for sometime waiting for the so called saras suryavanshi to arrive. Finally after a long wait of half an hour [:D][:D] or so called mr.saras landed at KReSIT. To be frank I met him personally to reduce the shock tht spammy would have otherwise have had if he would have met him first [:D][:D]. But truly speaking he is a very cute person with childish face [:D][:D]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;Saras&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; : A cool and sweet person. I thnk kiddo(taru) didn’t allow saras to speak [:D][:D] otherwise he is also very gud at chatting [:D][:P]. The first reaction tht I had whn I saw him for the first time was (saras sorry to say this) “Toh aap hain saras. Tum toh ekdum chote bacche ki tarah ho”. The [b]”tum”[/b] in the second line is not to be ignored kyonki dekhne se pehle tak elderly respect tha lekin dekhthe hi mujhe ehsaas hua ki ek chota sa bachcha itna respect deserve kartha bhi hai [:D][:P]. I have consulted gopala and decided upon calling him kiddo3 .. gopal &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; support required once again [:D][:D]. If nyone has ny other suggestions on some childish name plzz come forward [:D][:P]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we… I mean spammy, saras and myself made ourselves comfortable in a lonely spot in KReSIT [:D][:D] and chatted a lot. Mind it all this while saras was perspiring a lot.. lagtha hai kuch zyaada hi mehnath ki thi janaab ne beauty parlour waali ke saath shaam ke meet ke liye [:D][:P][:P]. The talk was ultimate discussing about &lt;st1:personname&gt;kosha&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; whnever spammy was supposed to speak and saras and myself didn’t have nythng to speak at all it seemed [:D][:D]. Throughtout this chatting time we were waiting for someone special in my life my Big B(my brother). Finally my big B arrived and we went for dinner together. This time the we included five of us Vinay(my brother), Ajith (introduced earlier), Samyak, saras and myself. All of us went to the canteen in IIT and had dinner. Now its left to the saras and Samyak to describe about their dinner experience.. mine was fabulous [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]. Then we went back to KReSIT. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Samyak, saras and myself were once again together and chatting. Now there was utter confusion as to wht to chat about at 12:00 in the night [:D][:D] &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ya not to forget I introduced them to one another orkut frnd of mine whom it seemed they liked a lot (name nahi batha rahi kyonki phir shaayad saras aur Samyak ka no. katt gaya toh) [:D][:P][:D] and thn I thnk arnd 1:30 a.m we left for our respective hostels and on the way we talked to tinni. I thnk tinni has nitrous oxide all arnd her… she laughs a lot but thts a cute laugh [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]. Before separating out it was decided that we will meet the nxt morning for shopping.. but unfortunately kahani main waapis twist aa gaya mere bhayya ko mere saath shopping karni thi and finally big B and myself went for shopping and thn after lunch with my big B I met Samyak and saras by arnd 3:15 in the noon [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SAMYAK Says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Local Experince was Great !! &lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my umbrealla in the rush to get in &lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KReSIT&lt;/b&gt; or Kerala &lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_surprise.gif" border="0" /&gt;: How would u feel when u are surrounded by the people who speak in a language u don’t understand a word of &lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_surprise.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_surprise.gif" border="0" /&gt;!! I was waiting for saras to show up like anything. It was horrible listening Mallu all around ‘coz of not understanding a bit of it. Saras came in finally.. a nice person he is .. was busy translating to me what these people may b speaking. It was sucha hilarious translation, truly amazing !! One would really doubt whether Saras too knows mallu or what… but he din’t knew Mallu by then at least &lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vins forgot about the special friend, the Dog, who accompanied me while Saras and Vins were busy discussing with each other [:P}[:P] Thank God, the Dog din’t speak Mallu &lt;img src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt; !!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;[b][u] 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Scene : [/u][/b]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thereafter we walked down to Hiranandaani (HN) where we were supposed to meet Gopal. On the way we passed through the lake in IIT.. the most perfect spot for couples in IIT [:D][:D]. It was quiet windy and about to rain. Throughout the trip to HN saras was the person cursing me all the time (Kitna tez chalthi ho).. I thnk kiddo3 is very slow at walking [:D][:D]. Lagtha hai abhi abhi chalnaa seekha hai [:D][:P]. Nyways Samyak never complained abt my walks [:D][:D]. Finally we reached HN and once gopala arrived the nxt task was to finalize the venue wherein we can continue with our fattas and leg pulling [:D][:D]. And after lot of thnking we decided upon [b]MOCHA[/b]. There’s a gud news [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;].. with HN’s MOCHA our gr8 gopala completed his trips to all MOCHAs in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bombay&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; [:D][:P][:P]. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the best part about our chat in MOCHA was it was raining heavily outside and we could view the beautiful scene and were able to enjoy it to the fullest [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm once inside MOCHA I felt as if HN ppl had cut of lights frm this place (just kidding) .. Really MOCHA is a cool place especially for love birds [:D][:D]. Its dim light and romantic environment didn’t dissuade nyone of us frm putting forth fattas and creating a very unromantic atmosphere in and arnd the place. Once started chatting it was &lt;st1:personname&gt;kosha&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; who was the discussion topic coz spammy was in the limelight throughout the talk. It used to be like I used to just utter ‘Ko..’ and spammy wud start blushing and with gopal’s and saras’s full support Samyak face used to brighten up to provide full-fledged light in the dimly lighted MOCHA [:D][:D]. And then as we continued with our talk we realized that there were two groups amongst 4 of us. One of the team consisted of Samyak and saras and the other obviously consisted of gopala and myself [:D][:D]. It was gopal who supported all my decisions and thoughts and Samyak and saras uselessly opposed it to lose the argument. [:P][:P][:P]. Then we finished off with whtever we had ordered and finally took snaps of all four of us at different spots in HN. But unfortunately the snaps r right now in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;baroda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and so will be couriered to me say within 15-20 days time.. so ppl have patience and don’t curse me for the same [:D][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SAMYAK Says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The meet with Gopala was FANTASTIC. He such a cool person, mostly in “LISTEN MODE” always and giving verdict whenever Vins seek a favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While Vins was busy watching rains outside, me and Saras too I guess watching chicks inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Had Pics there, clicked by the waitor and yeah couple of pics of a COUPLE are also there which I know will never see the ray of light ever !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gopala.. u rock Buddy !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saras was already heck tired by all days activities and was cursing Vins for making him walking such a lot and that too walking fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;[b][u] 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Scene : [/u][/b]&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter we walked down once again back to pavilion [KReSIT], this time alongwith the lawyer. [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]. Now once again saras’s curse was the sole company throughout the trip [:D][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]. The walk back appeared to me as a revision of all the stuffs we had talked in MOCHA. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nyways finally we reached KReSIT. And once again sat there for sometime and then finally by arnd &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="19"&gt;7:00&lt;/st1:time&gt; decided to make a move and get our luggage and get bak to our respective destinations.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was decided that Samyak and gopal would get down at Dadar frm where he will catch a bus for Pune, &lt;st1:personname&gt;Saras&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; was supposed to accompany me uptil Bandra [:D][:D]. But once we got down at Dadar. Not to forget during our local train trip once again it was spammy and &lt;st1:personname&gt;kosha&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; being discussed and ya spammy lost his umbrella [:D][:D].. he wanted a special memory to be paid to his umbrella so I m mentioning it here [:D][:P]. Gopal had a sudden change in his plan and he accompanied saras and myself uptil BANDRA Terminus. And there were three ppl who finally said tata bye byee to me for my departure to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;baroda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][:D][:D].&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;[b] Finally I would like to say it was a gr8 moment .. coz I met all new ppl and tht to such cute ppl. I didn’t expect it to be so interesting. I don’t know about the rest in the meet but ya I surely enjoyed it to the max. Especially meeting Samyak, saras and gopal was gr8 [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] hope to meet u all again sometime in future [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]. [/b]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In short I wud like to describe the ppl I met [&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samyak &lt;/span&gt;: A total frank person who can talk about nythng.. but ya keeps mum whn it comes to &lt;st1:personname&gt;kosha&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; [:D][:P][:P]. A very sweet-natured person who tolerated a chatter box like me the max during our orkut meet. To be frank he doesn’t take my fattas to heart and get senti otherwise I wud have had a hard time cajoling and coaxing him to come bak to normal [:D][:D][:D]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saras&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: A very sweet person similar to a small kid.. Kyon kiddo3 [:P][:P]. Unlike on orkut he talks less, but kiddo (taru) this time he talked coz he wanted to compete me here also it seemed [:D][:P][:P]. A very cute person who can b very childish at times. I will never forget the choclate fight we had in KReSIT.. and all the taunts and small fights we had during our meet especially &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; comments on walks. I thnk u shuld walk a lot [:D][:P]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gopal &lt;/span&gt;: A very matured person and supporting kiddo very much caring [:D][:D]. A person whom I wanted to meet and met now. He is truly very sweet and caring.. more coz he supported me throughout our meet [:D][:D].&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SAMYAK Says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MEET OF LIFETIME !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It never Felt like I was meeting Vins for the first time.. Thnx to her good talktaive nature.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at her posts.. and u find she uses "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" too much !! Its not just in posts... she really smiles/giggles a lot !! a LOT really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; .. after every of her sentence !! a TRUE FATTA QUEEN SHE IS !! In the whole session I had met her, she was mostly quite around 90-100 seconds only !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Must be thinknking abt building a house alongside Hills and settling donwn with HER TO BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet gave me a frend like Saras.. he is a sweet heart Guy... thnx to him, he made my arrangements for sleeping !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and also worked as my GUIDE to show me tht IITB campus around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gopala is a cool Dude.. a true Wakil !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  and he really comes in to help u in taking decisions and giving VERDICTs !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheres Vins insisted of our heights being same, Gopala actually favored me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/i_funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ofc.. I m Heighted than u ..Vins !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regards,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vini.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luv...&lt;br /&gt;~ S A M Y A K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112071710758127821?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112071710758127821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112071710758127821' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112071710758127821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112071710758127821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/07/mumbai-meet-vins.html' title='Mumbai Meet... ~ VINs'/><author><name>Samyak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7twAErbnsE/Sxfd-J2nC3I/AAAAAAAAPVI/ztnfiENgyYo/S220/samy1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112065183875350793</id><published>2005-07-06T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:41:55.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ek meet ki kahani, Saras ki zabani</title><content type='html'>Hi ppl,&lt;br /&gt;Even though this should have been posted long ago by now, and certainly not by me, still looks like i'm the only good kid left in TLTE..so I'm posting the 25th-26th June meet story of Saras, Vini, Gopala, and spammy.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of angry smileys for all of them who havent done that, but hopin that now they will come up with corrections and additions..I'm posting wat Saras told me..in his own words :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th June....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5:30 PM ..Pune me spammy mila vini se aur uske saath aaya..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab iske bare mein only spammy and vini can tell:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 PM ..they are at Kresit IITB..she called me and i sadi i'll be there in 30 mins but i took an hr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says only girls take time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 PM i met her and spammy in Kresit (she worked in kresit to waha uske frens beech beech me aate the)&lt;br /&gt;11:30 PM tak baatein aur masti karte rahe...then her bro arrived from Pune...we went out for dinner..came back at 12:30&lt;br /&gt; humlog phir ek doosre ki taang kheechne lage..inbetween humne vini ke lab se orkutting bhi ki :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orkut rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maine aur spammy ne wo night IIT me hi stay kiya tha to arnd 1:45 AM vini,uski fren,spammy aur main hostel ki side chale...dono ko h-11 me drop kiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subah use apne bro ke saath shopping par jana tha ...mujhe bhi flat shifting ka kaam tha...so at 10:30 AM main spammy ko bola ki main flat ja raha hoon..i'll be back in an hr or so..but i came by 1:30&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh..dont ask why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spammy aur maine phir lunch liya aur arnd 3 baje vini se mile ..gopala se meeting 3:30 ki thi...we went to Hiranandani again..Gopala came at 3:45 ..we went to _Mocha :)...5:45 tak wahin the...came to IIT ..duniya jahan hi baatein hui..7 PM tak kresit me hi the...uske baad use hostel drop kiya aur hum spammy ka saaman lene gaye...we all met again at 7:45...&lt;br /&gt;vini ke bro ka fren use drop karne aane wala tha bandra terminus tak par use kuch kaam aa gaya ;) to usne mujhe drop karne ko kaha..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DADAR tak sab saath the ..wahan se spammy pune chala gaya..gopala humare saath aaya...10:40 ki train thi vini ki..gopala left at 10:15...train jaane ke baad main bhi aa gaya..thts it :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab complaint bhi suno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall vini ne mujhe bahut chalaya...kabhi main hiranandani tak ek baar bhi paidal jakar nahi aaya tha aur vini ke kaaran mujhe bahut chalna pada..use pata nahi kya mazaa aata hai paidal chalne me...:((&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo, this was all I knew...baki additions ke liye we'll all wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My duty over...&lt;br /&gt;I can sign off now..&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112065183875350793?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112065183875350793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112065183875350793' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112065183875350793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112065183875350793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/07/ek-meet-ki-kahani-saras-ki-zabani.html' title='Ek meet ki kahani, Saras ki zabani'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112065124260524495</id><published>2005-07-06T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:59:26.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A DREAM...</title><content type='html'>I always keep sayin this...I have an extremely amazing dream factory...I see such stupid dreams at times, and quite surprisingly,remember a lot of them too. Anyway, I'm not gonna write about my dreams anymore(I already &lt;a href="http://apublicdiary.blogspot.com/dreamz-unlimited.html"&gt;said all that once&lt;/a&gt;, but about a particular TLTE dream!&lt;br /&gt;It was so beautiful I dont think I can even describe it properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a wedding, a wedding of two people from TLTE, and I saw ALL of us there at the ceremony! Now imagine the scene...I see myself enterin a huge Banquet hall-kind-of-a-place, and i see the bride and the bridegroom right in front. Next to them I saw Gopala and BD, a few feet away Spammy and Adi chattin with Ted and Kosha, and Raja comin forward to meet me on seeing me enter. A little while later Kanu and Richa came, and then Ritesh entered and i shrieked his name out. Shobhit too came aT SOME point of tiime, but somehow he spoke to noone but Richa.Everyone went up to Ted to complain abt that, who was too busy with Kosha himself[:P]. So he drove them away!&lt;br /&gt;Then after some tme Shobh and Richa HAD A fight and t all grew very chaotic( dont remember much after ths..sorry shobhit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yogesh and pommu(with a girlfriend!) and SM,Sajan,QT too joined, and after  alittle while there were so so so many ppl, all from TLTE, some of which i didnt know, but knew they were from TLTE. (The only doubt I had was that probably it was the wedding reception, and not the weddin itself, for i never saw any ceremonies, but then i never saw any other ppl either :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooo lovely I cant tell you, everyone meetin everyone and chatting endlessly, this time for real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only dreams came true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112065124260524495?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112065124260524495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112065124260524495' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112065124260524495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112065124260524495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/07/dream.html' title='A DREAM...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><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>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-112049648144933233</id><published>2005-07-04T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:31:21.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More games that we played</title><content type='html'>Came across a few more games that we played at TLTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started to get bored of Scribble as soon as I though I could solve at least the easy ones. Suggested as an alternative for Scribble, these games were played, but never lasted more than a few pages at max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was about famous movie dialogs. But it got so difficult that noone could guess the answer. Frustrated, people started coming up with dialogs like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main tumhare bachche ki maa banne waali hoon&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;papa, main is ladke se pyaar karti hoon&lt;/span&gt;". No points for guessing, the game was soon done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no more ideas for a game as interesting as Scribble, so Chief started posting jokes. More like PJs, they were. :-p A few good ones too, like hindi translations for "Americanisms", like, "Listen buddy, that chick's mine, okay!?" translates to "Suno dost, woh choozaa mera hai, theek?" and "How do you do?" to "Kaise karte ho?" :p Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=136"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time, we were back to Scribble, though protested by many (esp Sowmya). There was a quiz too, but thanks to Google, not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that. Can't think of a proper way to end this. So, that's that. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-112049648144933233?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112049648144933233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=112049648144933233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112049648144933233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/112049648144933233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-games-that-we-played.html' title='More games that we played'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111926824569881691</id><published>2005-06-20T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:23:09.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A meet</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? There was a TLTE meet recently in Bombay, recently as in yesteray, 19th of June, 1700hours..which included me(&lt;a href="" uid="16038662186094324455"&gt;Kiddo&lt;/a" &gt;), &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=17274789157250222777"&gt; Gopala&lt;/a &gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=18034186576158988116"&gt; Saras&lt;/a &gt;..in short three old timers of TLTE, veterans, and like most others, largely absconding these days!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first the important announcement..SARAS IS NOT A GHOST OR A COMPUTER PROGRAM!!!! hE'S VERY REAL, VERY ALIVE AND VERY SWEET (Vini may take extra note :P):D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;About the rest, here's my own version of yesterday's meet..Dont be surprised if you don't find me in Gopal's and Saras's friendlists anymore.They might just delete me if they read this!!!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE, TIME AND VENUE...&lt;br /&gt;I had left the decision to the localites, asking to be informed where I had to reach and when...I was told Mocha, Hill Road, Bandra, at 1700 hours. I had taken a &lt;a href="" uid="17006408010361479335"&gt;friend" &lt;/a &gt;along, working with me, with due permission of everyone so that I had company travelling!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a very sweet, sincere, and punctual girl(I know, I know, that you already know!! :P) and therefore, being in an unknown city, left well in time, and reached by 4:45 PM, which was early. Two long walks and a visit to a church nearby later, I called these ppl up, and found more wait in my destiny.Finally, Gopal came at 1721 hours by my watch, and we went inside, waiting for Saras and a table. Some 15-20 minutes later, it happened, we finally saw Saras...Gosh, this meet was really happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BUSINESS MEET???&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's how it appeared for a lot of time!! :DI mean we were all sitting facing each other on one LAAAAARRGGGEE table, and every now and then it was only "silence and stares", and each time I had to dot the painstaking job of speaking up some crap.Thankfully, Gopal help me keep up a conversation, but Saras seemed to be lost in somebody's dreams (or the Hot Chicks at Mocha) or probably just missing Vini too much. So we had to drag him into conversation! My friend is anyway a very quiet guy, and so for soem time it was a duplication of last Thursday when I met gopal.The only thing, now missing, was an agenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PITA OF THE THREAD, AND THE MEET&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's Gopala for you, so aptly named by me(who else!) once upon a time as the pita of the thread...So as the kiddo kept talking crap, and bugging people (kids' right!!) the pita was the Incharge of the show, urging people to move, to place their orders, and to decide where to go etc. When we went for dinner later, he ordered and then cut and served and requested us to eat the pizzas with so much maternal love&lt;:P&gt;. that my friend was all floored!!:D and I couldn't control my laughter..Infact every now and then, me and saras would look at each other and burst out laughing!Poor Gopala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAWYER AND THE LIAR&lt;br /&gt;Well, if u have a lawyer(liar!) and three useless IITians, the most talkative of whom loves debating, then u ought to have arguments, or as my frnd say, agenda for the day!&lt;:D&gt;As we walked and sat beside the sea, we discussed everything from politics, newspapers, IIT, NLS, men, girls, psychology, leopards, media, rumours, monkeyman, girlfriends(oh yes, that was "the" topic), love, and of course, orkut and TLTE!!!Saras was the one wearing all his cards close, till we coaxed him to speak one by one.And then of course, my poor friend bore the brunt of three seasoned TLTE-ians who'd decided to pull his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORALS OF THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sARAS doesnt speak too much till u mention Vini(u shd have seen his face when Vini called up later in the night&lt;br /&gt;*I can bug everyone...muhahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;:D  saras was scared of me soon, very soon...&lt;br /&gt;*We should have had a cam, none of us did, that was the bad part!&lt;br /&gt;*you should always leave decision making to lawyers. They look funny when worried!&lt;br /&gt;*Never say "Gopalkrishna Shenoy is so troublesome". He gets after your life!&lt;br /&gt;*TLTE ppl should meet more often..Gosh!It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111926824569881691?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111926824569881691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111926824569881691' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111926824569881691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111926824569881691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/06/meet.html' title='A meet'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111924792695753845</id><published>2005-06-20T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:42:06.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost !</title><content type='html'>I don't know how long has it been since I've been in touch with you guys. I had unjoined the India community after the TLTE was hijacked by noobs competing with the Paki counterpart. TLTE was the only reason why I had hung on to that pathetic troll community. Nevertheless, the memories are still fresh. I just visited this blog after a long hiatus and I must say Kanu's last post was a trip down the memory lane. She has crisply elucidated the whole TLTE experience in a single post!&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate if we could keep ourselves updated with the latest stuff that is going on with each other's lives. Stay connected !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111924792695753845?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111924792695753845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111924792695753845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111924792695753845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111924792695753845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-lost.html' title='Long Lost !'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.wordpress.com/avatar/bdsays-128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111674914429468272</id><published>2005-05-22T13:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:35:44.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its time ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another senti crap ... so bro, you might as well skip it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days and i will be out of IIT. I am going away with a mixed bag of feelings. IIT has given me a lot, including TLTE.&lt;br /&gt;As every IITian knows, final year here can be incredibly boring ... with loads of free time at ones disposal and nothing significant to do. This was the primary reason why i got so addicted to orkutting. I enjoyed arguing in those threads on various political issues ... and i never thought that i could gain any friend out of those ... but i did.&lt;br /&gt;But these were temporary measures. It was not possible to discover some explosive topic to discus everyday. So there were good days and bad days in orkut.&lt;br /&gt;In such a situation SM got the brainwave of creating TLTE. Seemed like good timepass. Atleast it was reasonably active most of the days. Playing stupid games which i wouldn't even dream of playing in the offline world, talking about cricket ... it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;But as many others have mentioned before me ... slowly most of us became very good friends. I got addicted to TLTE. It provided some purpose to those barren days of the fourth year. It was something i looked forward to everyday. I went through some good times and some bad times ... and i always received support from this incredibly wonderful bunch of faceless friends here, whom i had known only for a few months. I shared my successes here ... and also found solace after bad days in office. As bro aptly put it once, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They are a few living people in this world full of diseased corpses"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What made this click ?&lt;br /&gt;As i had hypothesized to Kanu once, it was probably because of the selfless nature of the relationship. None of us needed anything from the others ... a situation difficult to conceive of in the offline world.&lt;br /&gt;There were some very nice gestures i will always remember. Raja lost a friend by supporting me. The way Kiddo tried her best to pacify shobhit and me ... but we didn't listen. Ritesh generally gofted me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dragonfire"&lt;/span&gt;, a really unexpected gift. These and many many other incidents will always remain with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, unfortunately for me, things are about to change. Even after the demise of TLTE almost all of us had maintained contact with each other, through scrap books or messenger. But i really don't know whether i would be able to do that any more. I will be at home for the next one month, without significant access to the internet. Thereafter i am joining an institute which has the reputation of burdening you with unimaginable amounts of work. In the interactions the 2nd yrs have with the would be freshers, the seniors have sufficiently scared all of us with the horror stories of life at IIMA. You don't have time to play, to sing, to watch movies ... you don't even have time to sleep ... so i guess i would not have enough time for orkutting for the next 10 months. I will reply to scraps and mails and calls though.&lt;br /&gt;So as i am entering a new, and most sought after, phase of my academic life, i am experiencing a feeling of loss. Friends are leaving all around me ... and i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have depended a lot on this group of friends this past one year ... and i hope, purely for selfish reasons, that you will be there when i need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111674914429468272?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111674914429468272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111674914429468272' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111674914429468272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111674914429468272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-time.html' title='Its time ...'/><author><name>ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402669384030618137</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111481309146797441</id><published>2005-04-30T03:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-30T04:30:10.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Games we've played</title><content type='html'>TLTE was once a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;game-thread&lt;/span&gt;. At least when I joined. Games were the major attraction to it, "interacting with people" and "getting to know each other" became its mottos later. There was always one game or the other going on, till people became "friends" and much more! [;)] (I'm thinking of writing a blog abt these as well!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the games I remember-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Scribble:&lt;/span&gt; My favorite one so far! I was BAD at it initially. Especially with people like BD, Raghav etc giving words, it became almost impossible for me to guess them (before anyone else, at least). By the time I got "in", the game was already "out", what with Sumeet and Sowmi getting thoroughly bored of it! Ofcourse BD was always ready to play (guess it was his fav too, he spent so much time making new scribbles, and would get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;angry if someone posted the answer without posting the new question!:-p). The game continued for a long-long time, with some people always willing to play. It could easily be declared the Official Game of the Thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Movie Anthakshari: &lt;/span&gt;Another game going on along with Scribble. Mortals like us dared play this only! :-)) I remember, my first post was for this game. And while the intelligentsia was busy solving Scribbles, we kept the thread moving with movie Antakshari. Hindi/English/Bangla/Tamil/etc we've had them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Story-making: &lt;/span&gt;This was not a game that continued for long, but I remember this 'coz I participated, and there were only a few of us. Me, SM, Sumeet and Feda so far as I remember! I dont exactly recall where the story began, but it ultimately turned into a super sci-fi. (Hollywood listening?). And it was in this game that I came to know that 'Saurabh' was officially known as 'SM'. Initially I called Sumeet SU and Saurabh SA (in the game), but he insisted that I call him SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The "Equation" game: &lt;/span&gt;This is quite a new one. It'd be better if I explain it with an example. Say, if the question (equation) is,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 C on the T&lt;/span&gt;, it would mean "3 colors on the Tricolor". Now that was quite a stupid example, but that's how the game went. Another one which went on for quite some time, and saw the participation of the likes of Shankar and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Antakshari: &lt;/span&gt;This was the simple "gaano waali Antakshari". Continued for some days only. I remember playing Antakshari with Saras (and he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;with songs) and Amit. There was Asha, too, I remember. Sowmi was a regular in Antakshari, and she knew a lot of Hindi songs. One person dint like it at all though, he was Sajan. Some of you might remember him. He could not understand Hindi words and would often ask us to sing English songs or would start talking to me in German (he was in Germany then). Another game I enjoyed a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm that was about it. Can't remember more! Though ofcourse if we include the game of hearts ;-). But as I said, that needs a seperate blog, or a number of them. Anyone willing to write? (Tirtho da, you listening?) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Attention folks! I invite your blogs for "The Game of Two". No inhibitions. Write what you want to, for whoever you want to. We'll listen, and decisions will be taken in the TLTE-Court. [:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111481309146797441?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111481309146797441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111481309146797441' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111481309146797441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111481309146797441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/04/games-weve-played.html' title='Games we&apos;ve played'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111397983962364656</id><published>2005-04-20T12:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:20:39.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MY CONFESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Although it may sound like senti stuff again, and many may find this crap, stil I'm not gonna call it "senti-crap"...Not just because the term is a trademark of someone much more important and revered but also because it is important to me that I say what I have)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three days since I read the post preceding this, and have been wondering ever since what to comment, or react. Because simply said I'm touched, moved and ashamed of myself.When I first read the post, I was pretty surprised to find my name appear in the second paragraph. Not just because I have been referred to as "Taru" instead of "kiddo"(which I'm more used to by now) but also because it was Kanu's post(blame my bad habit of checking out the post's author before reading it up)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And even more surprising has been the post itself, NOT because of its content, but because of the fact it's there. Yeah,I'm not surprised with the "confession" part, and the reason for the same is the bigger confession I'm about to make. You know Kanu, even before I first posted in TLTE, I'd read up the posts a no. of times(as I guess I've said in a previous post), but was never sure whether I should post ever.I'd always seen her and Ted all over on the India community, and somehow  was really really in awe of them both. Slowly, Ted has outgrown that initial awe, but as far as she are concerned I always was ( I am) amazed by her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much that conciously or subconciously,I've always tried to become like her I guess. In everything. It always bewilders me how can someone be so nice, so loving and so loved. The warmth that I've seen her share with people like QT, Ted, Saras, Raja, Ritz etc. It always makes me wonder how it would be to be showered with her niceness...and I thought I'd never be able to know. Not because she wasn't nice to me during the brief interactions when we met, but because I just felt I don't deserve it. I wanted to be like her, when she wasn't there. Something like her deputy, though nobody can ever replace her. But somehow, when she was there, I felt aloof. Maybe the "vibe" thing. Maybe just the fact that I thought it's not my "duty-time" curently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many times I've refrained from posting, or simply left when Kanu was there at TLTE. and then, read up all her posts later.so it's not surprising we both havent met too much at TLTE, inspite of being regulars. No ill feelings anywhere, just that I never felt I was required when she was there, esp. by her. That's why I was a little surprised at the mention that  Kanu and Ted have ever discussed me.&lt;br /&gt;When I think back, I realize I've been so foolish. And how bad I must have made her feel. She had refused to be mentor, but somehow I've always looked upon her as a guide.That's why when she left, I was stirred. Personally I felt orphaned. And there was the mass outrage that had been spurred and some of the reactions surprised me. The way everyone was so desperate and guilty, the way they wanted her back, the way evryone left immediately, i just shook me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I read her mail, i could almost feel pain emitting from my computer screen. That's when I decided I'd write to her. I was almost convinced it wasn't gonna make a difference to her, but I still had to tr, and I did. She replied, and I was so touched. Still I couldn' return atleast till everyone else who'd left did. Somehow I felt guilty and responsible, and though i still can't explain why, I felt really ashamed then(even though I wasnt involved).&lt;br /&gt;I really am a dumb kid, and especially when it comes to her, I act only foolish and stupid. I still dunno why. all i know is that I've been really stupid all the while, and it's natural for hr to think what she did. It's only proof of her niceness to be so friendly to  still, and write this post now. So Kanu, don't call me sweet. It's an adjective that only befits someone like you, not me. There's only one Kanu, and will always be. A thousand kiddos dont come near her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm SORRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111397983962364656?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111397983962364656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111397983962364656' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111397983962364656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111397983962364656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-confession.html' title='MY CONFESSION'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111331076043075173</id><published>2005-04-12T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-12T18:29:20.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ted</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Without adding to the "senti crap" content of this blog, I'm simply putting up this poem. It's something that expresses my gratitude towards all you lovely people I've found here at tlte, but more specifically I've dedicated it to TED...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because he's always been so sweet and so helpful towards all of us(I'm sure we all agree on this), it's very touching..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not to say that anybody else is any less...i hope no one minds, but just that he's the one I've had maximum interaction with, and he's the one i've bugged the most. So he was the first one who came to my mind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'll sure come up with one each for all of you, very soon...of course, provided u're willing to jhelofy my crap ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;There have been times when I’ve yelled at you for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Still what I heard was a voice patient and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when I’ve been too demanding…or commanding like a master&lt;br /&gt;Still u motivated me to try harder and faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And times still, when like a fool I did something stupid or silly&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Then turned to you to guide me through, to make amends for my folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’ve been times and times, when I’ve cried for support&lt;br /&gt;And you have lent it to me, selflessly, without too much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why you do this…and do this all the time         &lt;br /&gt;Each time I get worried, you make my life sublime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me the hope to live, and the courage to fight&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of the mornings, so that I live through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U touch my soul with your kindness, you make me feel U are there…&lt;br /&gt;And each time you do all this, it just goes to show  “You care!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on making mistakes, asking you for help&lt;br /&gt;And you never refuse me, or shout, ignore, or yell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve always been a friend who’s held my hand in rough&lt;br /&gt;&amp; How much ever I try, I can never do enough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I cannot dream of being able to return the favour&lt;br /&gt;I guess your friendship is something I can at best worship and savour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do perhaps, is to pray God to give all my happiness to you&lt;br /&gt;And on my part, I’ve just 2 words to say-THANK YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111331076043075173?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111331076043075173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111331076043075173' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111331076043075173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111331076043075173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/04/ted.html' title='Ted'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111329362857094773</id><published>2005-04-12T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:45:29.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Revive!</title><content type='html'>Here's a suggestion to revive the old golden days (or golden old days, whatever!). Considering that this could lead to a discussion, I am posting it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with organising TLTE meets (on orkut) is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. not all the people are free at the same time, so synchronisation is a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;2. orkut is buggy, its fast sometimes and hands out 'no donuts' alot of times.&lt;br /&gt;3. India-US times dont match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the observation that many of us are also friends on Yahoo Messenger, why not change your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;messenger status&lt;/span&gt; to something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"@ TLTE"&lt;/span&gt; whenever you find that orkut is fast enough and you have time to spend on TLTE. This way, whoever wants to join you in TLTE that time can do so. If you wish, you can also mention who all are present at TLTE that time. Something like.. "@TLTE-ritesh,tirth,kiddo" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say? Give it a try...... come on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111329362857094773?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111329362857094773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111329362857094773' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111329362857094773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111329362857094773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/04/revive.html' title='Revive!'/><author><name>Ritesh</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111273527105023255</id><published>2005-04-06T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-06T02:58:27.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meetings</title><content type='html'>The first few meetings of friends from TLTE took place in Bangalore during the past few weeks. Lets take a look at what actually happened at those "meetings".&lt;br /&gt;    We generally meet at the KFC outlet at CMH Road, Indira Nagar ... sometime between 1830 and 1930. Typically, somebody or the other is late by about 15-20 minutes atleast.&lt;br /&gt;    What do we do there ? The group just chats ... standing on the road. On a few occassions we went to a nearby Coffee Day and gossipped for about an hour there ... and sometimes we have spent the entire evening sitting on the steps of some showroom there (i have forgotten which one).&lt;br /&gt;    Now ... wherever we go ... Kosha and Vini ... being the hosts, lead us (although they are perenially confused regarding where they want to go). So one could frequently observe 2 girls walking, closely followed by 2-3 boys ... we looked like "stalkers".&lt;br /&gt;    Now what do we talk about ? Nothing much ... most of the time is spent in pulling each other's legs at every available opportunity. Otherwise we talk of life in general ... most of the time ending up with a veg vs non-veg debate ... in which Shobhit desperately tries to showcase me as a cannibal. People talk tech too ... i was appaled at seeing Vini and Adi discussing C and UNIX and stuff like that once.&lt;br /&gt;    Now is the time for dinner ... at some vegetarian restaurant. I don't know why ... but nobody seems to be really hungry. We order something ... and manage to waste some food most of the time before finally giving up. The coffee of CCD is really filling.&lt;br /&gt;    Now its time to say good bye. The customary wishes are exchanged ... and each of us go in our separate way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111273527105023255?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111273527105023255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111273527105023255' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111273527105023255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111273527105023255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/04/meetings.html' title='Meetings'/><author><name>ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402669384030618137</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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111249687379941423</id><published>2005-04-03T08:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:24:33.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Social Networks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        Also posted on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have an obsession of joining Social Networking sites.  Started with &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/"&gt;Orkut&lt;/a&gt;. Then joined &lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/"&gt;hi5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gazzag.com/"&gt;Gazzag&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;, Yahoo &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/"&gt;360 degrees&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mywallop.com/"&gt;myWallop&lt;/a&gt;. So been there and seen it all. Time for a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth,  none of them is perfect enough to make me ditch the others. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orkut&lt;/span&gt; has its own charm. It was the first one in the list and thus has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memories/sentiments&lt;/span&gt; associated with it. It also gave me a bunch of good online friends, the whole &lt;a href="http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/"&gt;TLTE&lt;/a&gt; and a few others. I learned alot from the discussions in various communities. Have grown alot in these few months. I have always been the shy-guy kinds, and although it hasnt changed my nature totally, there have been definite positive discernable changes. All these and many other are the reasons why I came back to the Orkut even though I probably shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn Google people take years to get a service out of Beta! Why are they so slow? The countless Server Errors, 502s, and No donuts piss me alot. So I tried the other sites (well also out of curiousity). The ones need mention are Yahoo 360 degrees and Microsoft Research's mywallop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yahoo 360&lt;/span&gt; rocks is because it integrates various Yahoo services that I already use like - yahoo groups, yahoo messenger, yahoo photos etc. They also plan to let me publish my blog on my 360 webpage. The reason its not THE ONE is because they still havent integrated Flickr, yahoo calender and yahoo groups' discussions are not threaded (like in orkut) due to which its a big pain going through a long discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mywallop&lt;/span&gt; is attractive is because it lets you share mp3s :)! So upload the latest of what you like and everyone in your network can listen to it. The other good thing about wallop is its interface. Its very easy to use and pretty slick. Why its not THE ONE? The functionalities are limited and again, there are no Communities or Scraps like Orkut has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more reason reason why Orkut scores over both these service is because the design is such that its easier to meet and encounter strangers. So its more likely to find people sharing similar interests and making friends with them on Orkut than on any other site. You interact with them in public (on communities), then after a while get used to their thinking and nature, after which its easy to pick friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what good is of having so much functionality but not implementing them well? As good as not having them will be an overstatement, but that still kills half the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come up with a hack. As long as Orkut doesnt rectify its countless bugs, as long as Yahoo 360 people and mywallop people dont integrate more functionalities, I am gonna enjoy the best of all three. Will keep myself alive on all three, using only the functionalities that differentiate them and keep them in my goodbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I urge you to do the same ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until ofcourse someone sees the light and gives us users a better alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111249687379941423?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111249687379941423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111249687379941423' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111249687379941423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111249687379941423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/04/social-networks.html' title='Social Networks'/><author><name>Ritesh</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111179103994095883</id><published>2005-03-26T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:14:25.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spamming</title><content type='html'>Four thousand posts in one day ... just before Holi.&lt;br /&gt;Normally it should have been an occasion to celebrate ... but not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spammers have taken over TLTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main culprits are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=15834154066657304419"&gt;Brain Damage &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=28825657163336075"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=13880580830648333911"&gt;Tarun &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=4596149642706786745"&gt;Crabby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=6581748830430600510"&gt;Ankur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won't see reason. Kuch kahne pe hamesha they refer to the 1st post ... which apparantly urges everybody to spam. Tarun even gave me a lecture on chat technology and why forums should not be used for chatting.&lt;br /&gt;We have had spams before ... but today's was the worst. Normally spams don't affect us too much. But today was different. Kanu, gopal, vikas, raja and i were talking. But then the spammers intervened and one by one all left. They screwed up the meeting ... something that i don't recall seeing in TLTE. :x&lt;br /&gt;Another Operation Harsh is needed. :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111179103994095883?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111179103994095883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111179103994095883' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111179103994095883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111179103994095883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/spamming.html' title='Spamming'/><author><name>ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402669384030618137</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>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111075100859250913</id><published>2005-03-14T03:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-14T03:26:48.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends+Memories Vs TLTE</title><content type='html'>Perhaps this is not the right time to bring up this topic, or may be it's the best time 'cause there'we been so many terminations of late. But the thought has come to my mind so often that I just thought I'd put it down here.&lt;br /&gt;I dont see many of the old-timers coming to TLTE anymore. And even if they come, it seems they're not anymore as enthusiastic about it as they initially were. They're more Scrapbook-oriented now (I'm not excluding myself here). Or may be just more 'people-oriented'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier when we came, it was not for the people only. Ofcourse it mattered that we had such good friends there. But that was not the only thing about TLTE. There was a purpose too, as SM put it in his first post "Let's make the longest thread ever...". Then there was this ambience where everyone loved to come and talk if and when s/he wanted. The fights for some xKth posts, fights to keep the thread clean, fights to stop spamming, fight to keep ahead of the Write Something thread, fights between friends. I'm not saying the thread is about fights only, but it just doesnt seem right to me if people keep leaving the thread just because they've got friends and memories they'll always cherish and "we could always talk in some other way". This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;the TLTE spirit as it was. And this is the reason wht I still wont stop posting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of the old-timers can still boast of being regulars here? It's true that life moves on, but there are things that are meant to stay. When did this happen that people become more important than the fun of it all? I hope we all, and I mean all, meet again one day, at TLTE, and feel the magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111075100859250913?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111075100859250913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111075100859250913' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111075100859250913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111075100859250913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/friendsmemories-vs-tlte.html' title='Friends+Memories Vs TLTE'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111066857856860182</id><published>2005-03-13T04:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-13T04:32:58.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The spirit</title><content type='html'>An exodus has been happening which is both unfortunate and understandable. People have their own issues but we surely have the right to influence their decisions don't we? :). TLTE is cherished because it has the right kind of people with the right kind of attitude and thus a right kind of atmosphere where people can resonate with their useless banter. Though I miss the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peak&lt;/span&gt; times, when most of the members used to hangout and it was impossible to keep track of discussions. This is not happening anymore. Nevertheless the spirit is intact, the thread is unique and so are the people. Hope this spirit remains live and kicking for times to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111066857856860182?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111066857856860182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111066857856860182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111066857856860182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111066857856860182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/spirit.html' title='The spirit'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.wordpress.com/avatar/bdsays-128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111063403281696595</id><published>2005-03-12T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:57:12.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE LEAF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just can't believe I am alive.Even though i am shrivelled, dry and brown, i can feel myself talking to the white pages above and below me. I am pressed against it all the time, but it gives me warmth and a feeling of closeness that i felt long ago, in a deep forest, where i was one of the proud jewels of a branch of a huge Oak tree,who was my mother , my home.&lt;br /&gt;Every winter used to bring a new dream, a new happiness ,and a new waiting. I never used to sleep on winter nights, rather I used to stay awake and wait for the dawn to arrive, touched by the twilight of the heaven. When everyone was asleep. I used to watch the pretty crystals forming on my surface. Though the winter was cold and harsh , yet i felt cold when these little drops touched me. I felt as if i was treated as a queen flaunting off her pretty diamonds at a night party adorned with the elite stars. But as every dream breaks, my wonderful moment of a dream shattered into pieces, when these perfect drops used to slip away. For an often "shunned" creation like me, i wanted to show to the world, That i could love, i could make friends. Then again , i was shunned, this time not by others but by my own home, which bade me a farewell by discarding me out. I fell on the ground , to be picked up by a passerby.&lt;br /&gt;Now i am here, in this dark world, but happily in love again.&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/10969964-111063403281696595?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111063403281696595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111063403281696595' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111063403281696595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111063403281696595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/leaf_12.html' title='THE LEAF'/><author><name>sanju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657741854664672632</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111051142446829797</id><published>2005-03-11T08:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-11T08:53:44.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New look yet again</title><content type='html'>Firstly I'd like to apologize for unilaterally changing the template and thus fluctuating the look of the blog every now and then. As you all know, this blog is still in its nascent stages and flip/flops are usual in this scenario. Having said this I'd also like to point out the new TLTE logo. Special thanks to Indrajit for contributing the &lt;a href="http://photos4.flickr.com/6218595_0aacf538be_m.jpg"&gt;Orkut TLTE logo&lt;/a&gt; on which the train and the text were added for special effects(x-factor in Orkut language).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111051142446829797?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111051142446829797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111051142446829797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111051142446829797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111051142446829797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-look-yet-again.html' title='New look yet again'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.wordpress.com/avatar/bdsays-128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111049041459914206</id><published>2005-03-11T03:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-11T09:23:59.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Suno Suno Suno</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just deleted my account. It had to happen someday, I knew that from the beginning. And today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not a big deal, people. Frankly speaking I am not at all sad for leaving. The purpose is solved, I have made good friends and loved my time at orkut. Its time to move on and focus on other things. And hey, dont worry the reason has nothing AT ALL to do with TLTE or you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tirth, its not an irreversible step. I can come back anytime I want, and all of you who were my friends before will again accept me as friend. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not really miss TLTE, coz TLTE's soul is this group and I am not leaving TLTE group or the blog. So chill ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will miss Rehman community (Sumeet and BD, keep rocking there!), Bollywood comm and definetely the troll-free India community. Please take good care of it and keep it alive! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moderator of World Politics and 'The three little men from India' (hehe, that stupid community) ..... BD, tirth or anyone who is a member of those communities, please take over the moderatorship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything is okay in the end,&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If its not okay, its not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ritesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please understand !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111049041459914206?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111049041459914206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111049041459914206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111049041459914206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111049041459914206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/suno-suno-suno.html' title='Suno Suno Suno'/><author><name>Ritesh</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111037622274486878</id><published>2005-03-09T19:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:22:31.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me Too!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been such a long time since this blog exists, and somehow havent posted a blog so far...Bad of me I know, so let me narrate my view of tlte too....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how many of you are going to believe this...but a couple of days back I lay in my bed at 5 in the mornin tryin to get some sleep(but I was too tired to sleep) and suddenly started thinkin abt what all makes and define my life today...and I was surprised to realise how much does tlte mean to me, personally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tlte I'm a pampered kid, spoilt, stubborn, and naughty!!!!:DAll day all I do is chat around, fill up posts of smilies, scold all spammers(esp. spamyak :P) and play with scraps.....MY "kiddo page" style has become so famous on orkut now :P:Dand people here are so cool and loving, that they tolerate all my nonsense so sweetly;) :)&lt;br /&gt;Like for example take ted...I pull his leg so much he must have grown taller by an inch or two by now :P Still he takes care of me like a little kid...and he reads all my blogs, and always replies thats chhhhhhhhhoooooooo chhhwwweeettttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's ritesh urf Ritz...who reads all my fwds, chats to me all the time, advises me, argues with me...in short is such a cool frnd..&lt;br /&gt;Gopal's my fave, the handsomest guy on tlte...I just love talkin to him!!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's Raja my mentor...the one person who has the maximum role in my ever being on tlte...&lt;br /&gt;Then Shobhit, Samyak, SM,Kanu, Asha,Saras, sajan, pramod, kosha, BD, Adi...and just so many others.........i cant take all names, but they are alllllllll so special to me...so special, that i hate being on tlte myself if even one of them leaves it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME HISTORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I joined orkut, i hardly had a clue what to do...i was just browsin through some communities...and liked India, because they had some real nice discussions on "serious" topics...&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, it seems like ages ago when I wen tposting in every thread concerning a political issue, or some other topic of interestI was somewhat wary of the longer threads to start with, tlte was arnd 6k old, and there was the something thread which i never liked the concept of, too much...&lt;br /&gt;i came to tlte once, and forgot abt it totally&lt;br /&gt;Then again One day I posted a bit in both threads...and what caught my eye wwas a cricket discussion initially :P&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of enthu in the ppl to beat the smthn thread..it was arnd 7k, and it was quite a close competition.but i was cbut I was completely ignored..hardly anyone said even hi to me...Bd and Summet were too busy with their discussion!&lt;br /&gt;And for the time being i left....&lt;br /&gt;Still i dunno why, i kept comin back...for a lot of time didnt post but kept readin..everything...i saw so many of india veterans there..maybe i was awestruck...i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;but i remember being very happy when i saw tlte leadin somethin thread for the first time..I came back, and i remember kp was the first, and that time the only person who talked to me...then raja asked for an intro...while ted, kanu, sumeet and others were continuing their discussions, and i was trying to figure out what the TLTE board was!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Raja asked Kanu to be my mentor, but she was going out the next day, so Raja himself became my mentor..and I'm sooooooo glad he did...&lt;br /&gt;For a long time ppl discussed my scary pic, and I was asked to change that immediately:(I suspect some were actually scared of me...I had 13 frnds, and 13 communtites then!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Again a lil silence, coz i hardly knew anyone, and no one talked to me..i generally posted when either Raja was around, or cricket was the topic:)&lt;br /&gt;Slowly though i got to know more and more people, and i have no idea when it became wat it is now to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite times were when everyone joined hands to fight Hunka's farting, my nomenclature fight and those umpteen leg pulling sessions we have had..Everything looks like such a dream...a pleasant dream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i cant imagine a day without tlte...ted already told evryone abt how i got the name kiddo, and cant tell u how much I love it!!!Thanx Ritesh :)&lt;br /&gt;and here in my college ppl have started callin me kiddo too, as well as chirkut-addict, for orkuttin all day!!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really love it, coz tlte has given me so much I cannot express, and can never return back even 1%...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I'm here...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can stay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111037622274486878?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111037622274486878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111037622274486878' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111037622274486878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111037622274486878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-too.html' title='Me Too!!!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111206818156187377</id><published>2005-03-08T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-29T09:19:41.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kiddo</title><content type='html'>Let me start with a clarification. This post is more about the name&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kiddo&lt;/span&gt; than about the person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiddo&lt;/span&gt; (i will write about her later. ;)). This is merely a biased account of an event of great importance that has defined the identity of TLTE ... the purpose being to educate our new generation about the history of our world, and to rekindle the memories of the old generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiddo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This name first appeared &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1248"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know who used it first. Ritesh. The reason being that he had the brainwave that girls &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1277"&gt;like &lt;/a&gt; cute baby names. :)&lt;br /&gt;Her profile picture then must also have been a motivation. It was a hand drawn picture of a young girl ... in pink. Probably the word kid came naturally to it.&lt;br /&gt;But taru, who recently said that the name had become a part of her identity, &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1274"&gt;did not like &lt;/a&gt; the name initially (I am using the name taru here to fit in with the proper historical context). She was so irritated by the name that she even left for the day in a huff ... tired of the &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1275"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/a&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1278"&gt;Sweetest&lt;/a&gt; saras was the only one who supported her then. But finally the perseverence of the others &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1277"&gt;paid off&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She agreed to be called kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally ... even Shankar called taru kiddo then.&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean the story ends here ? Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enters the second contender ... asha. The seeds of the legendary fight that was to follow was &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1295"&gt;sown&lt;/a&gt; by shankar.&lt;br /&gt;The name apparantly was not in great demand ... as asha threatened to give others various nicknames in case she was called a kid. A number of interesting &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1296"&gt;nicknames&lt;/a&gt; appeared. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shankar called asha kiddo, while Ritesh called taru kiddo. Soon taru demanded that they be given &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1300"&gt;different&lt;/a&gt; names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could the 2nd name ? The first suggestion was munni ... which apparantly sounded like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1302"&gt;koi tapori ki sister&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Taru preferred kiddo ... but shankar preferred munni. Lekin taru ne shankar ki &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1303"&gt;le li&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a full fledged fight starts . Ritesh + taru vs Shankar ... who is using his billions of shares as a negotiating tool. He kept on suggesting alternative names for taru ... &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1305"&gt;rinky, pinky and what not. &lt;/a&gt;Shobhit is present ... and is chipping in every now and then ... in taru's favour of course. Asha seems to have run out of supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taru to shankar ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and asha is the same person who called u bhondu..still lobbying for her??????????? ...  &lt;/span&gt;but emotional blackmailing does not work with the great shankar dada. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now asha and i enter the fight. Asha does not have any problems with the name kiddo . But shankar makes a mistake now ... he angers me by trying to &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1311"&gt;fire&lt;/a&gt; me from the position of the CFO. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So taru has one more supporter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asha is openly &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1313"&gt;opposing&lt;/a&gt; me now. Surprising, isn't it ? Since she admitted a few days back that she was scared of me initially. :) Taru had left for class in the meantime. So the two main contenders never actually fought each other.&lt;br /&gt;Ritesh and i tried to negotiate a compromise ... by offereing asha a very sweet name. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1314"&gt;Cutie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She accepted the name ... but three months later. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for the arrival of the all poweful kanu. We will soon see how she becomes the final sole arbitrator of the dispute.&lt;br /&gt;But diplomacy flees when shankar arrives ... he calls her a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kutty. &lt;/span&gt;A grave miscalculation on his part. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanu is asha's net sis. She was soooooo happy at kanu's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well now that kanu has arrived i know TLTE is in good hands!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ritesh explains the whole situation to kanu ... and now she is the judge ... her decision will be accepted by both the parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=1318"&gt;decides&lt;/a&gt;. In favour of taru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight ends ... Taru is kiddo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new name has to be found for asha ... but kanu does not seems to be interested in cutie ... so the matter rests there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acknowledgement : &lt;/span&gt;Kanu and her article on nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note :&lt;/span&gt; Since this is a historical narrative, i have tried to provide as many links as possible. However some errors might have crept in those. Please bear with me for those and inform me about them. I will edit the post accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111206818156187377?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111206818156187377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111206818156187377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111206818156187377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111206818156187377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/kiddo_08.html' title='Kiddo'/><author><name>ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402669384030618137</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-10969964.post-111023952552833543</id><published>2005-03-08T05:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-08T05:22:05.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nicks at TLTE</title><content type='html'>I was going thru Saras' SB today, the very last pages. The first scrap was asking him to join TLTE. [:D] I read on, there was was a post abt some IJ. And then I remember I used to call Raja by that name!! [:D] &lt;br /&gt;Lots of memories came flooding back. I used to have a profile pic in red sweater those days. The old timers must remember that. BD used to call me Ms Scarlet for so many days, even after I changed the profile pic.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Tirthankar, I used to call him Tirth. But saw everyone else (esp Asha) calling him Tirtho. I asked him what he liked, he said he was okay with both. I decided on Tirtho.&lt;br /&gt;Coz BD called me Scarlet, I called him Mr Grey for some days (he had a pic with kinda grey shirt on).&lt;br /&gt;Asha was simply Asha then. BD used to call him Sanju sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I used to call SM Saurabh. But then we had this game one day, in which we made up a sci-fi story. I called him SM for the first time then. And in the same story Sumeet got his name SU. I still call him by that name.&lt;br /&gt;Sowmya had an identity crisis then. People were always confused between Sowmya/Khushi.&lt;br /&gt;That were the nicks in the old days. Add more nicks, with their stories. I'm sure Kiddo's and QT's stories will be long ones. Ditto for Ritz (he was called Sadu for many a days). Too bad I was not there on TLTE then!!&lt;br /&gt;Saras has nicks Goatee/Bandar. [:D] Goapala has had many a names too, Bourgeois, Red etc., but it always comes back to Gopala for us. Of the recent ones, I call Pramod CuPiDd [:D].&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111023952552833543?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111023952552833543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111023952552833543' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111023952552833543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111023952552833543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/nicks-at-tlte.html' title='Nicks at TLTE'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-111000063559781562</id><published>2005-03-05T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:00:35.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Age factor</title><content type='html'>One strange phenomenon happened with me at TLTE. I dont know why, but all the people who were older to me in the thread and I didnt know much about...... I used to think that they are older to me in real life also [:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g., Didnt know much about Saras, Asha, Sowmya, SM, Kanu, Raja, Gopala for a long time. And until the time I got to know them well, always thought they are older (in age) to me. [:D] Some of them actually are... but it was a shock to learn about others (like Kanu and Asha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-111000063559781562?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/111000063559781562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=111000063559781562' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111000063559781562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/111000063559781562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/age-factor.html' title='Age factor'/><author><name>Ritesh</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-110993463446610540</id><published>2005-03-04T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-04T17:11:47.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>friendship quotes</title><content type='html'>message for BD(it is not a copy from my blog!!) :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Just walk beside me and be my friend.-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; "The only way to have a friend is to be one." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; -- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friends are like melons; shall I tell you why? To find one good you must one hundred try. --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Claude Merme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"The best mirror is an old friend." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; --George Herbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies. --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A friend hears the song in my heart and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;s it to me when my memory fails.-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anonymou&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder        to leave, and impossible to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Good friends are like stars....You        don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If you think that the world means        nothing, think again. You might mean the world to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Most people walk in and out of you        life. But only friends leave footprints in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;now a short poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I shot an arrow into the air,&lt;br /&gt;It fell to earth, I knew not where;&lt;br /&gt;For so swiftly it flew, the sight&lt;br /&gt;Could not follow it in its flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I breathed a song into the air,&lt;br /&gt;It fell to earth, I knew not where;&lt;br /&gt;For, who has sight so keen and strong&lt;br /&gt;That it can follow the flight of song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long, long afterward, in an oak&lt;br /&gt;I found the arrow, still unbroke;&lt;br /&gt;And the song, from beginning to end,&lt;br /&gt;I found again in the heart of a friend."&lt;br /&gt;-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-110993463446610540?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/110993463446610540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=110993463446610540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110993463446610540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110993463446610540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/friendship-quotes.html' title='friendship quotes'/><author><name>sanju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657741854664672632</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-110974662136001849</id><published>2005-03-02T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:27:01.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>METAMORPHOSIS( a copy from my own blog)</title><content type='html'>(&lt;em&gt; a copy from my own blog)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when each one of us look at ourselves in the mirror,we find the same person everytime,with the same hair ,same skin, same eyes,......but somewhere in our heart we feel a difference.our eternal self changes everytime we see ourselves.somewhere on our face the change reflects.the change we feel is an unconscious effect of a recent happening. when we cry we change our ways of wearing clothes and presenting ourselves into a sober form, when we are somewhere happy inside,we change into a bright form, and when we are angry we go for a sophisticated look.....but yes unconsciously and unintentionally. past becomes a stranger as we progress into the present and approach the future.what we are now, is not what we were before. either the past was better or present is wholesome.some of us try to be what we were 10 yrs ago and some of us still want to change. In some cases memories act as a catalyst to many upcoming changes and in some cases memories are shunned forever. But still we compete with ourselves, b'coz from inside we know that we are not what we are ought to be.A fight for perfection takes place inside everyone and that fight is named in many ways by many people. some say the person is greedy some say he's mad. How strange a man is........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-110974662136001849?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/110974662136001849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=110974662136001849' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110974662136001849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110974662136001849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/metamorphosis-copy-from-my-own-blog.html' title='METAMORPHOSIS( a copy from my own blog)'/><author><name>sanju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657741854664672632</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-110961605485914306</id><published>2005-03-01T13:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:13:45.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changes in the attitude of important members</title><content type='html'>TLTE has been loved by many and hated by many. But some people have both loved and hated it at different points of time. Lets take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Shobhit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In October, his goal was to kill two threads ... TLTE and "Say something to the person above you". He could not tolerate these at all. Its not that he hated fun threads ... but probably he felt that these had outlived their useful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Ritesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When he joined orkut, he thought of INDIA as a forum where people discuss and solve the problems of the country. Anything out of this mould irritated him. I remember one fine morning when he boasted that all of the top 5 threads were the so called "serious" threads ... he and chakri had posted in quick succession in all of them. I still don't know how he changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody knows any other such case, please add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-110961605485914306?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/110961605485914306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=110961605485914306' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110961605485914306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110961605485914306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/03/changes-in-attitude-of-important.html' title='Changes in the attitude of important members'/><author><name>ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402669384030618137</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-110961546110304561</id><published>2005-03-01T13:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:32:31.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life, the universe and everything</title><content type='html'>I joined orkut last summer. During the vacation i used to orkut from the lab at ISI Calcutta and after college started from a lab in the department. It was really painful.&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately the institute decided to allow net access to the rooms. That was early September. My hostel got its net access just a day or two after TLTE started ... and i started orkutting in earnest. ;)&lt;br /&gt;TLTE has affected my personal as well as my professional life. On the personal front, i have made a lot of very good friends. Starting with SM and raja ... then Kanu, kiddo, richa, saras,BD, sumeet, gopal, ritesh ... to kosha and asha.&lt;br /&gt;   On the academic front, it was SM who introduced me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.pagalguy.com&lt;/span&gt; ... which helped my CAT preparation immensely.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time i held the spamming record in TLTE. This might come as a surprise to many who now see me as anti-spam. But then i had the record of 13 consecutive posts.&lt;br /&gt;But i did not stick with TLTE for long. I was jailed when the thread was near about 500 posts. I lost interest in it then. I didn't even check it for weeks. I had deserted TLTE. :((&lt;br /&gt;But at around 2000 posts, i returned one day to check out what was happening. People were discussing who would share the money if the thread ever makes it to the Guiness Book of World Records. I had left the thread a long time back ... but being greedy, i staked a claim. Raja replied that ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Of course ... how can we forget your contribution during those initial days of uncertainty and doubt"&lt;/span&gt;. I still remember his words ... i was touched ... and i have been here since.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a huge lot of time in TLTE ... had i done my BTP during that time, i would probably have had 5-6 papers to my name by now. ;) Mornings, afternoons, evenings and nights have been spent posting. Truly ... to me it has really become the answer to the question of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life, the universe and everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-110961546110304561?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/110961546110304561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=110961546110304561' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110961546110304561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110961546110304561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-universe-and-everything.html' title='Life, the universe and everything'/><author><name>ted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402669384030618137</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-110958607275127729</id><published>2005-02-28T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:51:12.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swades</title><content type='html'>Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara…&lt;br /&gt;Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitti ki hai jo khushboo, tu kaise bhulaayega&lt;br /&gt;Tu chaahe kahin jaaye, tu laut ke aayega&lt;br /&gt;Nayi nayi raahon mein, dabi dabi aahon mein&lt;br /&gt;Khoye khoye dil se tere, koyi ye kahega&lt;br /&gt;Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara&lt;br /&gt;Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujhse zindagi, hai ye keh rahi&lt;br /&gt;Sab toh paa liya, ab hai kya kami&lt;br /&gt;Yun toh saare sukh hai barse&lt;br /&gt;Par door tu hai apne gharse&lt;br /&gt;Aa laut chal tu ab diwaane&lt;br /&gt;Jahaan koyi toh tujhe apna maane&lt;br /&gt;Awaaz de tujhe bulaane, wahi des&lt;br /&gt;Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara&lt;br /&gt;Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye pal hai wahi, jis mein hai chhupi&lt;br /&gt;Poori ek sadi, saari zindagi&lt;br /&gt;Tu na poochh raaste mein kaahe&lt;br /&gt;Aaye hain is tarah doraahe&lt;br /&gt;Tu hi toh hai raah jo sujhaaye&lt;br /&gt;Tu hi toh hai ab jo ye bataaye&lt;br /&gt;Chaahe toh kis disha mein jaaye wahi des&lt;br /&gt;Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara&lt;br /&gt;Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…hmm…hmm…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-110958607275127729?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/110958607275127729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=110958607275127729' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110958607275127729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110958607275127729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/02/swades.html' title='Swades'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-110934810316433996</id><published>2005-02-25T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:45:03.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Visual Stuff</title><content type='html'>I've changed the template to something decent until we come up with an original look.&lt;br /&gt;Things to do&lt;br /&gt;1. Add a doodle board to listen to reader's grievances and frustrations&lt;br /&gt;2. Create an original template that goes with the spirit of TLTE&lt;br /&gt;3. Request other members to join and enrich this blog with their posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All suggestions for design improvements and theme decisions shall be addressed in the comments of this post until a doodle board is installed in the sidebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-110934810316433996?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/110934810316433996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=110934810316433996' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110934810316433996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110934810316433996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/02/visual-stuff.html' title='Visual Stuff'/><author><name>BD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://a.wordpress.com/avatar/bdsays-128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10969964.post-110894617438777712</id><published>2005-02-21T05:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-21T06:06:14.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TLTE- My initial impression of it</title><content type='html'>When I joined Orkut, I did not know what I was supposed to do. I did not like adding strangers to my friends' list, and I had absolutely no idea what I had to do with the a/c. But with time, I came to know of the concept of communities (yes, it took me some weeks to know that there were communities where we could talk!). I joined India, and posted at various threads.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a thread that I always held in awe, The Longest Thread Ever. It was almost always in the top 5. I often went to the thread, checked the posts (a game called scribble was being played at that time), but I never posted 'coz I was afraid of the people there (I really was). They all looked very intelligent, and apparently they were good friends. I remember SM, BD, Raja (Indrajit for me then), Tirtho (Tirthankar), Varun, Raghav, Sumeet and Feda posting quite a lot. And then one fine day I thought, what the heck, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chalo post kar hi dete hain! &lt;/span&gt;I can still recall, I was very apprehensive while making the first post (http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=370&amp;tid=1747574&amp;amp;pno=87). It was the movie Shawshank Redumption. And BD posted the movie Stigmata just before my post! :(( I thought I'd make it up, but again I was late coz Raghav posted American Beauty before my American Pie. I knew why the thread grew at such speed. Why it never was out of the top 5. I was into it. I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More experiences later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kanupriya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10969964-110894617438777712?l=tltegrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/feeds/110894617438777712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10969964&amp;postID=110894617438777712' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110894617438777712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10969964/posts/default/110894617438777712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tltegrp.blogspot.com/2005/02/tlte-my-initial-impression-of-it.html' title='TLTE- My initial impression of it'/><author><name>TLTE Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02429242029275076973</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>19</thr:total></entry></feed>
