Wednesday, 14 December 2011

MY MOST HANDSOME MEN LIST FROM TELEVISION



MY MOST HANDSOME MEN LIST FROM TELEVISION 
Category crime, drama, action. 
                Not in any order, these men are too sexy for that ;)

Christian Kane: Born June 27, 1974 is an American actor and singer/songwriter. He currently stars as Eliot Spencer on the TNT series Leverage. He is best known for his roles in the television shows Angel and Into the West.











David Krumholtz: Born May 15, 1978 is an American actor best known for playing Professor Charlie Eppes in the television series Numb3rs.












David Boreanaz: Born May 16, 1969 is an American actor, television producer, and director, known for his role as Angel on the supernatural drama series Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, and as Special Agent Seeley Booth on the television crime drama Bones.










Kristen Holden-Ried  is a Canadian actor. In 2007, he portrayed William Compton in the first seven episodes of the Showtime series The Tudors. In 2010, in the television series Lost Girl.




Robert Alan "Rob" Morrow (born September 21, 1962) is an American actor. He is known for his portrayal of Don Eppes on Numb3rs and as Dr. Joel Fleischman on Northern Exposure.












Nathan Fillion: Born March 27, 1971 is a Canadian actor, currently starring as Richard Castle on the ABC series Castle. He is also known for his portrayal of the lead role of Captain Malcolm Reynolds in the television series Firefly 
















Finally, I don't have copyrights of any of these photos I got them from net and info from Wikipedia. 

Friday, 25 November 2011

EMPTINESS

Feeling deep down somewhere
always masked, with a smiling face
fooling you every day, every one of you
Deep black eyes and rosy lips
doesn't show you, how it feels
The killing pain of the emptiness,
will someday revel.

Let me be me for a while,
let me scream and let me cry
every one has this right
to have some one to hold them tight
and look into the eyes and say I love you

But some are cursed to walk alone
in the crowd with their emptiness
neither dark nor brightly lit
and long for some eternal bliss
of some one to love em


When I am gone don't cry for me
Don't be jealous that I am free,
the emptiness has been killing me.
Now I want to be finally free, that is less
the pain, the suffering and the Emptiness

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Check out this DNA test

After 11 pages of test, here are the results. Guys this is a personality profiling although I Google for psychological profiling that kicks in after you watch couple of criminal investigative serials, landed here http://www.personaldna.com/ found it to be fun , gave it a try and below are the results 

And
Give it a try, kind of liked it a long one though. Bye take care until next time then. :)

Friday, 9 September 2011

U changed

Its time I change
Coz U changed with time
Its time I change
Coz U changed with time

U left only memories to be mine

And every time the sky goes gray
I ask it... I ask it
to drench my old self away.

Its hard to say I'm good I'm fine


Its time I change
Coz U changed with time

Thursday, 21 July 2011

HOW IS VTU (Visvesvaraya Technological University (VTU) Belgaum, Karnataka)

This is what happened to me. Reality about Visvesvaraya Technological University (VTU) Belgaum, Karnataka, This is one of the most reputed universities in India and my personal experience with this is HORRIBLE. This university fondly called VTU has a reputation of unpredictable results and tough papers both of which are not my concerns now.


What bothers me is the way they treat any one calling on their telephone lines.


Any inquiry you will be given a new number every time asking you to call on the concerned line. And each time you call they give you a response telling you, that this is the wrong place and we are not concerned people and you need to call on a different number, then you try calling the concerned number which they will never pick, and   the worst is the way they INSULT you when they pick up, as though you are convict for 
having a doubt!!!!!!!!!


And never ever ever send any DD or any thing important that needs to be done at the university like your Provisional  marks sheet, which will never be issued , the worst is they blame you for asking it though their service and they blame you for not actually going all the way up to Belgaum and asking for it. WHY THE HELL THEY HAVE THIS PROVISION OF SENDING HOME PROVISIONAL DEGREE MARK CARD THEN?!!!!!

WHEN YOU CAN'T RUN AN INSTITUTION DON'T OPEN ONE FOR GOD SAKE!!!!!!!









Saturday, 2 July 2011

Long time

Was soooo busy , that i couldn't post any thing new.
And thanks for your appreciation and comments on facebook and mails.
And an important news i have some thing special for all readers will upload soon.
Bye till then and love you all. God bless! 

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

21st CCD


Hi
A thought struck me few days back, I call it 21st CCD now. You must be wondering what on earth is this!. It’s not cafĂ© coffee day, it stands for 21st century confused Desi (Or Indians from India).
Its about a Dilemma of how to remain stuck to Indian roots while still being in modern world. Like a guy, who spots a tee shirt and jeans with spiked hair in morning and by evening changes into a dothi* with neat jelled back brushed hair-do for the family pooja*. The conflict of interest you see here is making us change roles in real life. But at the end the ancient question that haunted mankind for centuries haunts this young generation in a new way “Who am I?”. Finding answer my friend isn’t easy because if you tell your friends they find you crazy although they are on the same boat, eventually the question will scare them too. And confronting parents with these problems is out of question for all the possible consequences. And the worst one being, your dad thinking my son/daughter is out of my hands or he or she doesn’t respect our values any more, which is very risky because at the end of the day you got to change into a long piece of dothi remember.  
let me give you another funny example, every Indian mother watching daily Indian soap want the lead actors (Preena and Anurag) who are deeply in love to marry each other and hate the one those oppose, usually the family. Then, when it comes to her son she wants him to marry the one whom she likes. In simple terms “arranged marriage”. If you try questioning her, all hell breaks loose and this time the worst one will be her tears and the bull’s eye arrow reply shooting straight at you will be “you have all grown up. Ha!!?... Now you think we are wrong?”.
At the end they are not Hippocrates they are confused too. J
Doti: is the traditional men's garment in the Indian subcontinent
Pooja: is a religious ritual performed byHindus as an offering to various deities

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Bazaars of Malleshwaram



        Sun was shining brightly like he was in a fit of rage, it was like sun was threatening the earthlings to burn us down. Stepping out of the auto-rikshaw I took out my small black unattractive basic cell phone and after a wining battle I fight every time while opening its key guard lock it showed me 4:00 pm. Clutching it in my palm my legs turned to cross the road. Carefully calculating the change the driver handed me over before he started pulling the leaver that started the most adopted and survived mode of transportation in Bangalore which I can say is human among vehicles.

         In Bangalore during peak hours if one is thinking of crossing a busy road, let me tell you it’s not less than passing through the asteroid belt between mars and Jupiter. After placing my each step carefully I managed to cross the traffic. And started walk towards the class. My brain was in a full swing carefully constructing a mental map of shady spots on the footpath, while taking the input from my eyes processing it and instructing my legs to follow that path, and also balancing my center of gravity on that uneven path all simultaneously.
       
       After a long 2 minutes of hide and seek with the sun and dodging the people coming from the opposite direction I reached the entrance of the center which conducts the class. Every time I reach that spot an alarm rings in my brain, my hand reach out to my cell phone which all most every time is found in my right pocket. And yet another time my unattractive phone comes out to be turn into a mute. Each time it's in my hand I remind myself to buy an attractive new cell phone, a multimedia one. And when I decide on buying a new one something inside stops me, which I guess is my brain because it is   victorious each time against the key guard lock. Anyway, that is not what hit my brain this time. Actually it was time 4:02 pm that knocked my eyeballs and brain via optical nerves, I was 28 minutes early!

         Gauging the intensity of sun and calculating the change the auto driver gave me my brain forgot to register the least important fact then but a major fact now that I am early. The next thing that my brain was worried about was the boredom I had to bear sitting in the class room alone. That thought was equally scary as a surprise test in calculus. No activity and sudden loads of activity both are horrifying. I couldn’t use my cell phone because of a huge poster on the classroom door read switch off your cell phone which I never did but kept it in silent. So, talking to someone could be ruled out of “class-alone activity list” immediately, Talking to my brain or myself in a place where anyone could walk in any time is definitely not on a good idea and revising the previous class… came a thought which I blocked from attacking my mind immediately, I must appreciate my brain for the next thing it did. It immediately ran a search for alternating activity that could keep it busy. Then an idea was born, the one of walking the footpaths of Malleshwaram.

       The bug which once bit the famous explorers had me this time, having my own sweet 28 well now 27 or so minutes to waste. I made up my mind that I won’t be late to class and the most importantly that I won’t spend my auto-rikshaw fare shopping, then with all the determination to stick to my exploration rules. I started to walk on the footpath which looked like a elongated painter’s pallet with lots of colors blending into one another as people walked with bazaars on one side and trees on another and it looked as though the painter himself has stroked some woody shaded color which cling their roots deep down the earth’s crust as they are scared of the fast moving vehicles on the other side.
To my left were a line of shops
None empty and pale
With items displayed on the racks
Had glamour, dazzle and glare
Sale, sale, sale read the boards
Cotton and chiffon and silk
Then there stood the cool drinks shop
Which challenged sun with cold badam milk
Then I walked further which
took me to the lane
A shop firmed with rolling hitch
Displayed sandals and hung them in daisy chain
Then again I walk on the main foot path
To see some colorful stand
Had mountains of colored rangoli powder
Which none touched with hand
There was no end to the buildings lined
Like soldiers for the drill
Boutiques, agencies, offices and more
And suddenly I stood still
Time! It struck my brain as I saw a person look at his watch standing in a bus stand, and remembered my deadline. My hand pulled out my time piece, my cell phone. In which I noticed 3 notification, those were messages from 3 different classmates. The messages demanded me to tell where was I. my eyes swiftly shifted the sight to the top right corner of my cell phone to notice just 5 more minutes for class, my legs started running towards the class and my brain thinking and recollecting of the vivid beauty of bazaars of malleshwaram. The time I spent walking the footpath which I have walked many a times showed me thing I never notice, this walk showed me objects and people whom I usually dodge while on my way. It showed me how the colors and shade of life blended in the painter’s pallet and how it filled life into every object.


And while I climbed the stairs of my class i was glad to see my classmates waiting.