<?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-3447909540540384899</id><updated>2012-05-26T17:07:25.203-07:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='solitude'/><category term='astronomy'/><category term='reality'/><category term='lost'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='live'/><category term='bad'/><category term='rock'/><category term='photography'/><category term='comics'/><category term='intro'/><category term='death'/><category term='night'/><category term='club'/><category term='song'/><category term='party'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='music'/><category term='dream'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='unforgettable'/><category term='lamentation'/><category term='different'/><category term='picture'/><category term='metal'/><category term='hard'/><category term='M. Night Shyamalan'/><category term='thrash'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='DSLR'/><category term='meteor shower'/><category term='megadeth'/><category term='love'/><category term='outro'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>LIVIN' REAL</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-8381017285035469056</id><published>2012-05-22T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T13:43:05.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future of mankind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What up internet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm back to ramble on with my usual (and not so usual) happenings.. Sitting in my office, I'm bored, after a long time though. Been working a lot more than I imagined. Damn, life ain't that easy.. huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, recently, I thought of something. I don't know how the thought crept up in my mind, but the more I wondered, the more I questioned myself, why hasn't this thing popped in way earlier. It would have definitely benefited me during my&amp;nbsp;adolescence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why is it that people love pets more than people? It's the strangest thing. isn't it? Or probably not so strange.. Looks like trained animals are more civil than humans themselves.. Actually, that's not the main point of wonderment. What baffles me more is that, is hatred among people spurring this "animal loving"? Now, this thought of mine, ballooned up into something much bigger. Much bigger than a simple question. It persisted me to think about mankind. It forced me to think about social values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What happened to our race? I thought evolution was supposed to make us all better. Let me first clarify that, I am not a peace theist. I don't believe that one day all humans love each other and will stay happy forever. That's some bullshit you believe in after you get stoned...But what bothers me, is that, the mutual respect one should have to another is dwindling so fast in this world, it's embarrassing.. I understand that this beautiful world of ours has a lot to great things offer, but people are not in that list. Every day I'm reminded of the mean and heartless acts of people. I don't even have to read the local police blotter for this. All I need to do is interact with 10 people, 5 of which will be mean. How am I supposed to keep culture when I'm not receiving any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not trying to sound condescending in any way. Even I've acted like a douche in a lot of situations. Some, to reciprocate their behavior, some, just because of my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let's pause and take the pet-lover's perspective now. YOU ARE NEVER RUDE OR MEAN TO YOUR PETS. Yes, I used capitals. Because it's a true statement. Even me. I'm not able to recollect one such instance where I've been mean to an animal because of spoiled mood or because I'm having a bad day. You know why? Because your pet animals are always goddamn nice to you!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If we all probably behave the same way towards people, maybe then we will be avoiding a future of dystopia. Fuck optimism. Being a realist helps the world to be a better place to live, at least for the moment. I know that our current society has graver problems to deal with, but this is one solution, which I believe might actually work. And I've already taken my first step. I let my ego go (yeah, I know :P), and started being real nice towards people. Let's see if love begets love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control. Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper" - The Grudge (Tool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Ends*&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/3447909540540384899-8381017285035469056?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/8381017285035469056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=8381017285035469056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/8381017285035469056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/8381017285035469056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2012/05/future-of-mankind.html' title='Future of mankind.'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-5760184563428641553</id><published>2012-04-14T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-17T10:37:02.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Top 10 song intros of metal/rock genre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Not so long ago I gave a shot at listing the top 10 song outros of the metal/rock world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You can find it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2012/02/top-10-song-outros-of-metalrock-genre.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to do the opposite this time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;By definition, introduction or "intro" is a passage which opens a movement or a separate, in music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Some songs have a definitive intro, cut out separately which makes the song stand apart from others, while some intros are simpler and usually form the main riff in the song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There are a myriad of songs whose intros are special. I'm going to list MY favorite ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let's delve in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the Levee Breaks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Led Zeppelin IV&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Led Zeppelin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Phew.. This was almost a tie. But what can I say; Mother of god, this song is a masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This song is a re-worked cover of a blues song. The drum sounds are post processed, but it doesn't change the fact that this song rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The most interesting thing is that, John Bonham, plays the drums at the bottom of the stairwell, while the stereo mike was on the second floor of this three storied hall. What a fuckin' idea!! The wailing guitar and the drumming in the intro also makes it stand out from any other intro. Now, go get some Led OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Led Zeppelin: Stairway to Heaven, All My Love, Kashmir, Whole Lotta Love, Going to California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dead Skin Mask (&lt;i&gt;Seasons in the Abyss&lt;/i&gt;) - Slayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONLY Slayer could give such a tough competition for the #1 spot. The intro is lyrically, musically, psychologically, haunting. The guitars are tuned half step down. Tom Araya's vocals are grim throughout, King and Hanneman keep their guitars in perfect sync, while Dave "Drum God" Lombardo (did you know he was inspired by Led Zeppelin?), does his usual god-like stuff with the drums! This band is an unparalleled, unwavering, thrash monster. Hail SLAYER! \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Slayer: Raining Blood,&amp;nbsp;The Antichrist,&amp;nbsp;Die by the Sword, Jihad, Disciple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The Unforgiven (&lt;i&gt;Metallica&lt;/i&gt;) - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The most influential thrash metal band. EVER. I owe it to Metallica for having the right influence on my musical interest. My passion for metal was fueled by this album. It also won them a grammy for Best Metal Performance in 1992. The intro is an utterly simple acoustic composition, played over some percussion played by Ulrich. It is truly special to me because it's one of the first things I learnt to play on my guitar. You must have already figured. This is my personal favorite of the list. This song forms, which is perhaps the best trilogy of the metal world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Metallica: Nothing Else Matters, Master of Puppets, The Unforgiven III, Fade to Black, Seek and Destroy, The Four Horsemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cemetery Gates (&lt;i&gt;Cowboys From Hell&lt;/i&gt;) - Pantera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyone else would have chosen the title track for it's intro. Not me. I chose this because, the intro justifies the song. The guitar playing complements the pain in Phil's vocals. The song is about desolation. By the time the song is done, you will see that it's actually about getting out of that anguish. Pantera empowers through music. A rare breed of musicians, who started off writing shit, but evolved into &amp;nbsp;a pioneer band, whose legacy speaks for itself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Pantera: Cowboys From hell, Walk, Drag the Waters, Hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wasted Years (&lt;i&gt;Somewhere In Time&lt;/i&gt;) - Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Can't get enough of Maiden. This is the only song from this album which does not have any synthesizer use. The beauty of this song cannot be explained. The lyrics will do it. Now, the intro.. Funnily enough, I don't know what words to use to capture it's essence. It's probably impossible to put in words..Just listen to it. The intro is also the outro of this song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Iron Maiden: The Number of the Beast, Children of the Damned, The Evil that Men Do, Brighter than a Thousand Suns, Transylvania, Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dreamer Deceiver (&lt;i&gt;Sad Wings of Destiny&lt;/i&gt;) - Judas Priest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;New. Wave. Of. British. Heavy. Metal. Put these six words together, and you cannot go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is my favorite Judas Priest song. Phenomenal vocals, perfect acoustical bridges, divine lyrics and a melodic solo..a truly out of the world experience. The intro verse is mysterious. Listen to it and try to understand the depth in those words..This song later segues into "Deceiver", another masterpiece, a fitting end to this heavenly composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Judas Priest: Ram It Down, Beyond the Realms of Death, Electric Eye, Leather Rebel, Prophecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Walk With Me in Hell (&lt;i&gt;Sacrament&lt;/i&gt;) - Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is a controversial pick. If you listen to Lamb of God, you'll find out that these guys really take their music seriously. Each part of the song, is crafted with diligence. This band is the epitome of lyrical enigma. If you think the intro itself is intricate enough, listen to the entire song. I've seen them live and they play their songs to utter precision. The reason why I said controversial, is because, I chose this by instinct, from 30 or more of their songs with such genius intros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Lamb of God: Vigil, Blacken the Cursed Sun, Redneck, Choke Sermon, Remorse is for the Dead, Confessional, Beating on Death's Door, Omerta, Laid to Rest, Ghost Walking, Black Label&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Be Still and Know (&lt;i&gt;Unto the Locust&lt;/i&gt;) - Machine Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay.. I was not into Machine Head as much as I am now.&amp;nbsp;That is because their earlier albums are Nu metal. It is the brain child of two extremely talented musicians, Robb Flynn and Adam Duce. This band has got a definitive fan base who proudly call themselves "Machine" heads. This song is from their latest album and almost every fan will agree that this is their best work yet. The intro is an epic opener to a perfect groovy thrash song, with a tight solo. This may be the best thrash metal album of 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Machine Head: Slanderous, Beautiful Mourning, I Am Hell[Sonata in C#]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Take No Prisoners (&lt;i&gt;Rust in Peace&lt;/i&gt;) - Megadeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Megadeth deserves a standing ovation for writing this album.This is what happens when musically adept, inventive and dedicated musicians get together and have fun. In my view, it's their best album, yet! The intro is composed of pure skill. It starts off with a classic thrash riff, drums join in, and before you know it, segues into the verse. This album featured one of my favorite guitarists, Marty Friedman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Megadeth: In My Darkest Hour, Rust in Peace...Polaris, Addicted to Chaos, Peace Sells, Moto Psycho, Dread and the Fugitive Mind, Of Mice and Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Windowpane (&lt;i&gt;Damnation&lt;/i&gt;) - Opeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a fan of the softer Opeth. I do like their progressive death stuff. But to me, Damnation was a work of art. This song, like the rest of the songs from the album, is a beautiful composition. It's a sad song. The lyrics indicate that it's about child abuse and the emotional scars they leave behind. The opening passage is filled with acoustic guitar, and soft drums..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Opeth: Harvest, I Feel the Dark, Patterns of the Ivy, The Drapery Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bonus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gasoline (&lt;i&gt;Audioslave&lt;/i&gt;) - Audioslave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Before I used to listen to Audioslave, my friends used to tell me, these guys write the best driving songs. So, I dumped the Audioslave album in my ipod and put it on shuffle while riding my bike and man oh man, when this song came up, I swear to god, I "involuntarily" pulled back the throttle. This intro defines speed. It makes you want to "burn that gasoline"...The lyrics are deep and they'll stir up self-assessing thoughts. This is a must have album, my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable intros of Audioslave: Show Me How to Live, Be Yourself, I am The Highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Compiling a list like this is hard. One, because there are a lot of songs to chose from. Two, because I might not have even heard songs with better or equally awesome intros. So, I did the best I could...Sharing is caring!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I leave you off with some wise words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"So understand. Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years. Face up...make your stand and realize you're living in the golden years"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Wasted Years (Iron Maiden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Ends* &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-5760184563428641553?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/5760184563428641553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=5760184563428641553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/5760184563428641553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/5760184563428641553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2012/04/top-10-song-intros-of-metalrock-genre.html' title='Top 10 song intros of metal/rock genre'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tempe Tempe</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.409248 -111.913085</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-789770965701744852</id><published>2012-03-07T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T09:57:53.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Solitude..</title><content type='html'>He watches the sun go down. The crimson pink sky engulfs him into a mood of sorrow. The cold wind seems to soothe him for a moment but his mind instantly flickers to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lamentation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there waiting for his answer. She knew the inevitable has happened and has to deal with the consequences. But she needs him. He knows how to save her from the impending gloom. But he's like a stone. He has to let her go. For her own good. For love. &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to ponder about. He's gone over this moment a million times in his head; Never an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this one final step, he knows everything will fade away to memories...which he's ready to live with. To live, in regret, in pain, in ruin. But, is she ready?.. to live in this world without her guardian angel. A world cursed by dogmas and social conflicts. But he realized that long ago... You cannot be responsible of others in this cruel world. People survive with their own might. Live by their own will and die by it..&lt;br /&gt;He's got his own life to be shaped, to be sculpted into this day dream, which he knows can only be done alone. And he's willing to give up everything for it. He's made his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes still glimmer with hope. His reply would change their lives forever. It would throw them into a realm of torment, which both should be ready to endure. He thinks about it for the one last time and says.."Goodbye" and pulls her towards him for one last embrace. She's silenced by his answer. He knows that she's holding back. Gently, he moves away and kisses her forehead. She looks up with her innocent, tear-filled eyes. He tells himself.. "Don't cry", turns around and walks away.. to die regretfully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has gone down, but the memory lingers. And the scars, still run deep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the rays of the sun, I am longing for the darkness" - (Closure) Opeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ends*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-789770965701744852?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/789770965701744852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=789770965701744852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/789770965701744852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/789770965701744852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2012/03/solitude.html' title='Solitude..'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-7800156170695235373</id><published>2012-02-22T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:01:06.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outro'/><title type='text'>Top 10 song outros of metal/rock genre</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After dedicatedly listening to different genres of metal/rock for over 6 years, I thought I should start writing posts about a universal language. Music. And, promise to keep it regular. My intent is not to turn this into a music blog, but to share my musical interests and write about to minor quirks and subtleties in each song which makes what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;By definition, "outro" is the conclusion of a piece of musical composition. Below, I list 10 of my favorite song outros which have left an impression on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Closure&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Damnation&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Opeth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There is no argument on this one. One of the reasons why I wanted to even write about this topic, is this song. It is by far, my most favorite musical composition of Opeth. Mikael Akerfeldt&amp;nbsp;is a master composer. His musical proficiency is respected not only in the progressive metal world, but also by many other famous musicians. Coming to the outro in particular, I can describe it as "hauntingly beautiful". I'm using this term because, I know that once you listen to it, you'll never stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: Windowpane, In My Time of Need, Hope Leaves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Folklore (&lt;i&gt;Heritage&lt;/i&gt;) - Opeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There you go. Another one of Opeth's classics from their latest album. It came out in the fall last year and it's already highly favored by critics and fans. Although, this song starts slow, the music takes a whole new turn by the time it reaches it's end. Just listen and you'll agree that it's just plain, "orgasmic"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: I Feel the Dark, The Devils Orchard, Nepenthe, Pyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Astronomy (&lt;i&gt;Garage Inc.&lt;/i&gt;) - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Damn...Metallica is brilliant when it comes to covering songs. This "Blue Oyster Cult" cover is my favorite. I've heard the original and I don't care what others say. It's BETTER than the original. These guys transformed this song into a piece of heaven. Hetfield repeats this phrase&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Astronomy.. a star"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;throughout the outro, over Hammet's awesome guitar solo. The song fades out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: Turn the Page, Tuesday's Gone, Am I Evil?, Whiskey in the Jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;High Hopes (&lt;i&gt;The Division Bell&lt;/i&gt;) - Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yep. It's about goddamn time. The masters of progressive music. Pure, unadulterated musical masterpieces have been churned out by these guys. This is one of them. The song is so beautiful that it makes me want to cry! I'm warning you all. Do not listen to this song if you are in a sad mood. You WILL cry. I don't know if it's because of the song's build up, or the high pitched guitar solo, or the lyrics, but you want this outro to last forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: Coming Back to Life, Marooned, Cluster One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beyond the Realms of Death (&lt;i&gt;Stained Class&lt;/i&gt;) - Judas Priest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Metal is my religion, Judas is my priest. I worship these guys. In the world of classic heavy metal, there's no one better. This song is a mixture of simple acoustic and distortion riffs, perfectly tailored with two mind-blowing guitar solos! The last one in particular, holy shit! I bow to these musicians..The only time the song title is mentioned (sang) is in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: Exciter, Savage, Better By You, Better Than Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Freebird (&lt;i&gt;Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/i&gt;) - Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ah..finally. A more popular song. Almost every rock fan has heard this song and instantly loved it. Not me. It took me some time to like it. It took me exactly 4 minutes and 53 seconds.. Haha..That's when the fucking solo begins. Oh man! I was blown away by the guitar skills Gary Rossington possesses. The solo is how the song ends. and it's for 5 minutes!! It's one of the most intricate musical compositions in my view. I wonder, if one day I end up learning it, my fingers would melt if I played the entire thing in one stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: Tuesday's gone, Gimme Three Steps, Simple Man&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Floods (&lt;i&gt;The Great Southern Trendkill&lt;/i&gt;) - Pantera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Where do I begin for this one..This song is a class apart. It's a very unique composition of Pantera. That's because it has acoustic bridges, drag solos, doom riffs. You want it. You got it. The outro stands out because the song mutates into whole new psychedelic experience. It's just a simple guitar bridge over the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. Dime, I really don't know how you do it. R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: 13 Steps To Nowhere, Drag the waters, Suicide Note Pt. II&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The Dark Eternal Night (&lt;i&gt;Systematic Chaos&lt;/i&gt;) - Dream Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now we're talking! The pioneers of progressive metal. These guys are so good when it comes to musical composition, that they always better themselves with every new album. Freakin' geniuses! I can't explain this song in words. Really. You'll just have to listen. The outro riff is delightfully simple, but totally noteworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notable tracks &amp;nbsp;from the same album: The Ministry of Lost Souls, Forsaken, Constant Motion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear of the Dark (&lt;i&gt;Fear of the Dark&lt;/i&gt;) - Iron Maiden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I had to. I just had to include a song of my favorite band in the world. This song, to this day, is the only song of this album, played in almost every live performance while fans chant in unison "Fear of the dark". The song outro is awesome because the intro verse is repeated at the end, but the lyrics are switched. "When I'm walking a dark road, I am the man who walks alone". Almost every time I listen to these lines, I feel a chill down my spine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: Afraid to Shoot Strangers, Wasting Love, Judas Be My Guide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alive (&lt;i&gt;Ten&lt;/i&gt;) - Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I feel like you cannot go wrong with a song which ends with a guitar solo. Especially, when the guitarist composes the song's music. Vedder does an excellent job with the singing on this one. The extended solo starts off after the third chorus and it's just perfect! The drummer should get credit too as he supports the guitarist to the very end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notable tracks from the same album: Black, Jeremy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This post,in no way, means an exhaustion to this list. There are many more songs which I might have missed because I haven't even heard them. So, please keep sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything." - Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Ends*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3447909540540384899-7800156170695235373?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/7800156170695235373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=7800156170695235373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/7800156170695235373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/7800156170695235373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2012/02/top-10-song-outros-of-metalrock-genre.html' title='Top 10 song outros of metal/rock genre'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-2230711449461757812</id><published>2012-02-14T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:02:11.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unforgettable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><title type='text'>Deliverance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;10.30 PM&lt;br /&gt;I saw her across the bar.. &amp;nbsp;Her slender fingers were playfully swirling the straw in her drink, Sex on the Beach, I thought, from the color of it. Her hair went down to her shoulders, let free and was a beautiful burgundy. I wanted to go up to her and start a conversation but she was way out of my league. So I kept to myself and got back to my friends for the usual banter. Nevertheless, my hopelessness kept bothering me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was fighting with myself to remedy my despair. Soon, it struck me! I knew of a cure..and I was already drinking it. Haha.. yes.. It's alcohol. I was almost finishing up my second drink of the night and was feeling pretty good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready. I didn't care if I was I going to return defeated. I dove into the cold water. Into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 PM&lt;br /&gt;She was still there..innocent, beautiful. I approached her and said. "Hey, do you know today's 'Hug a stranger day?' ". She looked at me weird, then cracked a smile from the side of her lip and retaliated, "My mom always told me not to talk to strangers". I took the hint, and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you hug me first, and then I'll tell you my name". She laughed at the remark and hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I'm Anna". She smelt like lavender. I then acquainted myself and told her the whole story of me chickening out half an hour before. She told me about herself and I realized how awesome she was. We spoke about music, life, religion, astronomy and almost every topic I loved speaking about. I had her in my spell (Little did I know then, she had me on hers) Later, she introduced me to a couple of friends who I really wasn't interested in. So, I made some small talk and turned to her and said "Do you want to go somewhere more silent. My vocal chords will split open if we keep talking like this over the loud music". She asked me where, and I winked &amp;nbsp;"I have the perfect place for us star gazers. Trust me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 AM&lt;br /&gt;The stars never looked so wonderful. I was lying beside a gorgeous girl, and looking at the vast night sky, sleeping on the hood of a car. I remember visiting this place while we were on our way to see the Leonid meteor shower. This was a little corner tucked away on the side of a highway and if you'd stop here and turn off your lights, you could see the night sky the way it's supposed to be seen. I was surprised that she trusted me enough to drive me to this dark highway without worrying too much.&lt;br /&gt;We just lied there, lost in nature.. I turned to her to ask "Why did you trust me even though I never told you where we were going?". She replied, "I don't know. I just felt a strange connection". My eyes were fixed at hers.."You know, you are really amazing. I can't think of any else I'd rather be with right now."..She looked right back at me with her hazel eyes. I felt she saw right through me..My palms involuntarily crept on hers. My heart was beating faster as we moved in closer to each other.. our faces inches apart.. I looked deep into her eyes and before I know it, our lips were touching. And there it was, the most memorable kiss of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30 AM&lt;br /&gt;I remember listening to Floyd on my stereo, smiling, laughing...lost in the cloud of smoke that filled my room. The scenes seem to just flash just for a moment and disappear. My guitar in her hands, her smiling lips, the feel of her palms... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes opened to a blank ceiling in my apartment..The sunlight coming in through my window blinds hurt my eyes..Then I felt my fingers reach out to the side of my bed. There was no one there.. I didn't want to believe it was all a dream. I covered my face with my hands swearing that this whole reverie was a lie..a figment of my imagination. I shook off the feeling and tossed over my bed. The pillow next to me, it smelt like lavender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hardest part of letting go..is saying goodbye" - Dave Mustaine (Megadeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-2230711449461757812?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/2230711449461757812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=2230711449461757812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/2230711449461757812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/2230711449461757812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2012/02/deliverance.html' title='Deliverance..'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-7259577473061610113</id><published>2012-02-08T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:02:50.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DSLR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Back from the hiatus.</title><content type='html'>H&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ello my dear bloggers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I seem to have spend quite a long time away from this sphere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wow. World never stays the same. Does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Blogger has gone insane with the amount of options to beautify your profile. Instead of being a complaining brat, I've done quite a few changes to my profile. Hope you guys like the new look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now, where do I begin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened between the last time I've posted and the present. So many stories to write about. Some worth reading, some worth keeping a secret, and some just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;Today my bro, who also happens to be my best critic, asked me to get back to blogging. Respecting his request, I'm urged to continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found a new passion. Photography. Whoops. There you go. I said it!&lt;br /&gt;I used to use this phrase "Everybody seem to think that they are good with photography as soon as they own an SLR". Curiosity eventually killed the cat. I ordered a brand spanking new Canon Rebel XS and bam!! In about a month, I was &amp;nbsp;taking excellent pictures (at least I seemed to think so). Never realized that I'd fall into my own stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I suddenly have an eye for nature's subtleties? Why did I look at reflections of light with a keener eye? How did I suddenly understand better vantage points while taking a picture?&lt;br /&gt;Did I have all these instincts before I got the camera? Did it bring out artist within?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was sure that I wasn't taking good pictures. But I definitely understood and respected the lens a lot more than I used to. I was now willing to learn the science behind pictures, dwell into the specifics of how it all adds up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;suddenly found a new reason. The reason was to acquire knowledge on a concept, a set of ideas, which previously I was totally oblivious to. A few more months of practice, and I saw my skills improving, evolving, picture by picture. I also have to mention that the Canon shutter sound is quite addictive (I might have taken hundreds of pictures just to hear the shutter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Before I knew it, I was cursing myself to why I even had the stereotype of SLR + people = Good pictures. My retrospect provided me with an answer. The SLR is brilliant piece of technology. It brings out the inner learner because of the amazing prospect it holds. Every beautiful picture you capture will be like a pat on your back. With each click, a sense of achievement, no matter how small it seems, will add up to take the shape of a new passion..one of the few unique emotions of being human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I'm going to take tomorrow." -Imogen Cunnigham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;*Ends*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-7259577473061610113?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/7259577473061610113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=7259577473061610113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/7259577473061610113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/7259577473061610113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back from the hiatus.'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-4902116766615467567</id><published>2010-07-01T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:04:41.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M. Night Shyamalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Last Air umm.. "Mind" bender..</title><content type='html'>Well, hello there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been hiding from the writing world for quite sometime now.. But no more.. no more I say! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bogged down with work, research and other social commitments..I rarely got time to play my guitar too. But I promised myself that I would take time out to do things I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here we go again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I convinced two of my good friends to go to the midnight premiere of "The Last Airbender" directed by M. Night Shyamalan. We all know who this freak is.. Don't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the tickets, went to the stand pipe and were amazed to see there's a huge fucking line.. I'm not kidding, the line was so long, that by the time we went to it's end, we reached the parking lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself that this probably was normal, as I din't go to many midnight premieres.. After standing there for almost an hour, we were let in and after some running around, we got awesome seats. We were super excited for the movie to begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five minutes into the movie, I noticed that the actors looked dry and the screenplay was pathetic. I thought I was judging too soon and let it go.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, to everyone's disappointment, the rest of the movie was WORSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was so lame, that you could hear giggles all over the theater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell. One guy even "flipped the bird" to the screen before he exited the hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actors weren't given enough reel space to show their potential (although, I doubt if they had any..). And what is up with so many desi actors.. The guy who played the role of General is an Indian comedian for heaven's sake. His serious dialogues  and expressions made me laugh even more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the cartoon-to-action movie lovers out there, stay away from this movie. Mr. Night Shyamalan ruined the movie in every possible way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part is, he's planning to come up with sequels for this. Hope someone else will take over the director's chair and save us from the misery of watching the next chapter of one of our favorite cartoons get wasted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.. btw, I lost two good friends last night.. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure they'll kick my ass when I'll say "Lets go to a movie tonight" the next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“No good movie is long enough, and no bad movie is short enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/no_good_movie_is_too_long_and_no_bad_movie_is/255287.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;” - Roger Ebert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Ends*&lt;/span&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/3447909540540384899-4902116766615467567?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/4902116766615467567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=4902116766615467567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/4902116766615467567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/4902116766615467567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-air-umm-mind-bender.html' title='The Last Air umm.. &quot;Mind&quot; bender..'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-1951959372971068514</id><published>2010-03-12T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:06:05.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megadeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>Reckoning Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In about 2 weeks I will be in &lt;b&gt;Hangar 18&lt;/b&gt;, fighting the &lt;b&gt;Holy wars&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;Five magics&lt;/b&gt; when I'm on the &lt;b&gt;Dawn Patrol&lt;/b&gt;. I shall &lt;b&gt;Take no prisoners&lt;/b&gt; even if &lt;b&gt;Poison was the cure&lt;/b&gt;. And this &lt;b&gt;Lucretia&lt;/b&gt; will result in a &lt;b&gt;Tornado of Souls&lt;/b&gt;. Finally I will &lt;b&gt;Rust in Peace..Polaris&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this was &lt;b&gt;My creation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Everlasting life for me, in a perfect world. But I gotta die first" - (In my darkest hour) Megadeth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ends*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-1951959372971068514?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/1951959372971068514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=1951959372971068514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/1951959372971068514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/1951959372971068514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2010/03/reckoning-day.html' title='Reckoning Day'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-4586504922556619633</id><published>2010-02-17T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:06:49.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Death.</title><content type='html'>I was shivering against the cold breeze swaying across the dark, vast canyon... Like a nomad, I was walking with no sense of direction but each determined step after another,  I kept moving. The sky had no stars. Just a big white moon. It was mocking at my solitude. No one to love. No one to hate. I kept walking. Suddenly I realize the soft sand beneath my feet disappeared and there was cold stone. No trees. No life anywhere around me. Serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to the canyon edge. I could see a beautiful , grey river far across. I looked down and the black abyss looked promising. I looked up at the bluish silver sky for a moment and jumped. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. My entire past flashed across my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the ambitions and desires seemed so small. Everything I ever did, seemed like a mistake. I wanted a chance, just one chance, to do it all, and do it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time came to a standstill. Suddenly there was a feeling like never before. Nirvana. I closed my eyes and let the feeling take over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Look at the lost souls, they seem so black' - Testament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ends*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-4586504922556619633?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/4586504922556619633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=4586504922556619633&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/4586504922556619633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/4586504922556619633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2010/02/death.html' title='Death.'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-8974668053219880790</id><published>2010-02-07T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:07:47.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Wasted!!</title><content type='html'>One of the those nights where things seem to go completely right but you know that if they work out, will result in a disaster. I might not remember a word I wrote today, although thanks to the spelling check, I'm not going to make a single mistake! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a very different day. Thoughts started flooding my mind and my whole past flashed across my mind, reminding me, more importantly making me realize however unfortunate your life seems to be, you always have a disastrous past which you overcame and owned all the dark parts which tried to take over your strength!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad I came back to the place where everything seems wonderful but nothing is! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in black, bitches!!  Chew on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Don't go on without me. The piece that I represent complements each and every one" - ('Til We Die) Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ends*&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/3447909540540384899-8974668053219880790?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/8974668053219880790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=8974668053219880790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/8974668053219880790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/8974668053219880790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2010/02/wasted.html' title='Wasted!!'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-814348218216175809</id><published>2009-11-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:08:53.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meteor shower'/><title type='text'>It's a wonder...</title><content type='html'>Hey there,  my co-bloggers. Something was different last night. Very, very different. And from that moment onwards, my bloggin instincts have been killing me to share it. So, here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh. oaah. yeah.. cmon.. just one more... aahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pushing myself harder in the gym lifting that dreaded weight in hope to build some muscle. ( Ok, if you thought of something dirty, even before I even started with the sentence, you aren't a pervert. Nothing to worry! :P ) . I got a call from my bud asking me to get ready in another hour. I knew we had a plan to go to watch the Leonid meteor shower. As we all know it , the visibility in the city sucks coz of the light pollution, blah ,blah and blah. So, we decided to head off to a lake. Got home, had a quick shower and was sitting waiting for the call like a school boy ready on his first day or school. ( Yes, I love astronomy. Show me the night sky and i'll try finding constellations instead of just enjoying its expanse.) After they picked me up, all of us were excited and followed our all-reliable directions from Google map. But, this place wasn't easy. Lost our way couple of times and as my friend rightly put it, *fucked all the road rules along the way*.  With help from our directional instincts and a dozen phone calls, we reached the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention, it was one of the coldest nights in the city, but the chill din't stop us. We got down the car..And there it was. the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The dark night sky studded with stars like jewels. Oh, what a view it was. For the first time in my life, I actually saw the sky, gaping at it and forgot about everything else around me. All of us just stood there, without a word spoken, lost in another world.  No wonder the astronomers curse the cities for light pollution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the excitement settled, we giggled and ROFLed (literally) on some of the most random and *not so funny* things. In a word, it was just perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, adding to this simple WONDER, thin streaks started going off randomly across in the far east of the sky. The Leonid had started. All we could hear were the 'ah, did you look at that' , 'ooooh' and nothing else. we along with a few other enthusiasts who came to witness this marvel din't go home heart broken. We wen't back heart stolen. The nature just took us over making us realize few things in this world of ours are not meant to be missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people call it fate, and others call it luck, but I call it a choice. You have to choose and give nature a chance to treat you for those choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky does not seem the same anymore. "Goodbye, blue sky.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The grass was greener.. the light was brighter.. With friends surrounded, the nights of wonder..' - Pink Floyd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ends*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3447909540540384899-814348218216175809?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/814348218216175809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=814348218216175809&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/814348218216175809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/814348218216175809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-wonder.html' title='It&apos;s a wonder...'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-8468559508212196279</id><published>2009-10-06T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:09:43.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>The horizon...</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I know. It's been quite sometime you saw my post!&lt;br /&gt;I've been here and there you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's just too complicated .. damn it! Don't know what the heck is goin on these days. Is it just me or are things getting a little out of control.??&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to sleep properly past few days. Too many thoughts, random dreams about even more random things, untimely sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Today, it dawned to me that there is a place in your mind, which you do not want to go .. and I am standing on its horizon. Beyond it lies complete chaos. Well, do you want me to tell you what that is? - REALITY!&lt;br /&gt;Yep., all this time, I have been living in a full-blown mental illusion. Every goddamn thing is too rosy here.. everyone is good.. things are fair. These are what I thought are right. Now,as i've got a glimpse of that godforsaken place in my mind, I'm just stuck to the horizon, which is worse. What happens when you realize that everything you know is spinning out of control but can't do anything about it! You can almost forget about forgetting it. This feeling is not just a mood swing or a result of a bad day. It's an eye-opener which I guess, everybody faces in life.&lt;br /&gt;but here comes the silver lining. What did ya think.. I'll get myself depressed with all this shit? That ain't me. ;-]&lt;br /&gt;This is the ultimate self-revelation.. Although, this realization is like a foot to the throat, it just makes us stronger. You begin to look at life differently, most importantly LIVE it differently...&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the fight is worth it only if the scar is deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each dawn another curse, every breath a twisting blade...What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake? - Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ends*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-8468559508212196279?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/8468559508212196279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=8468559508212196279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/8468559508212196279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/8468559508212196279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2009/10/horizon.html' title='The horizon...'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-3736804406113377395</id><published>2009-07-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:10:14.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>Dude... Where's the party?!?</title><content type='html'>Hell yeah, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddup?&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything's going well, with the usual dose of "shit happens"... They say everything happens for a reason. Now, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?  Whoops..., before I deviate,  here goes the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 10.40 PM , Miami, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Dude.. U wanna party man?!?&lt;br /&gt;2: Dude.. Where's the party?&lt;br /&gt;1: Ah. nowhere special man, it's summer. nothin big happenin anywhere... jus wanted to go to the usual Thurs special.&lt;br /&gt;2:  Uhmm..no dude.. I can't I guess.. feelin sleepy&lt;br /&gt;1: Fuck ..cmon dude. U can do better than that..&lt;br /&gt;2: not today man.. Early work tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;1: .. no probs.. later bro!! *beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1's mind :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit.. What's goin on with guys these days..nobody fuckin wants to come out..  Oh well, maybe its thursday night. Now, what do I do.. maybe I should stay.. ah.no..I'l go.. wait.. maybe I's just stay and watch Prison Break. Goddamn this duality.. I'l get killed it by it sometime..  Nope, fuck everyone .m goin! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.15 PM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I take the bus? .. Let me jus walk for a change..."&lt;br /&gt;His iPod begins to play the "Aloner" setlist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45 PM&lt;br /&gt;"That was one hell of a walk.. Solitude is truly a man's best friend".."Fuck me. what m I saying. Balls to all this solitude and philosophy..Now, go and get some ass!"&lt;br /&gt;Chuckles and enters the club.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello there, you sweetlips!" , but he doesn't say.. He never says.. "OMG, tonight is going to be one heck of a night. what the hell seems to be going on here..? shit.. check her out.. oh, there goes another one." ..Glad he came!&lt;br /&gt;Random guy: hey, whats goin on man?&lt;br /&gt;1: Nothin much. jus chilling .you know.  wooow, do you see those two chicks there?  oh god. are they makin out? are they goddamn makin out!?&lt;br /&gt;Random guy: Winks, "Crazy night, ain't it?"&lt;br /&gt;1: "U bet dude... and its jus 11.30!"  (laughs hard) "peace bro"....&lt;br /&gt;Goes to the bar and sits down and orders for his fav "Jack and Coke" , double shot he says, to the hot bikini-clad bartender! ;-) There goes an extra 5 bucks on the tip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 drinks, and mindlessly checking out over a dozen hooters, he's horny. Naturally!&lt;br /&gt;"My god. whats happenin to me.. Time seems to be so slow.. I can fuckin see frames....hey,did that girl jus wink at you.?" hits himself on head.. "Maybe that girl really winked..say hello to daddy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00:&lt;br /&gt;After 5 drinks..and a few conversations which did not work out..&lt;br /&gt;"Let me go dance.. I cant fuckin take it anymore." He steps into the mindless crowd going nuts who are in the same situation as him..  Looks around for a partner. "FUCK! no luck and never forget, life's too short to dance with fat chicks" .. No, wait. He spots a blonde. "Oh..look at her. shez hot. especially that nose ring. damn, haven't seen that from a long time." Still continuing his odd dance..&lt;br /&gt;He finally says "Hey, do you mind if I dance??", ignoring her friend.&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: "No, go ahead.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30:&lt;br /&gt;1: Breathless, he says "Hey , we gotta stop this for a while. I want to know you name, at least"&lt;br /&gt;The blonde tells him her name.&lt;br /&gt;1: Okay, lets ... *the mind stops working again* ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:42:&lt;br /&gt;1: Do you wanna go home?&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: No, I m not from here. M staying my friend.. Ah.there she is.. waving at me. I gotta go now. It was nice meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, how did I get so lucky! I always wanted to do that! I can still feel that strawberry lip balm.. wish she could come home though.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: 46:&lt;br /&gt;1:" Dude..There was THE party man!"&lt;br /&gt;2: "What are u talking bout??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shit happens, for a reason' - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ends*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-3736804406113377395?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/3736804406113377395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=3736804406113377395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/3736804406113377395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/3736804406113377395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2009/07/dude-wheres-party.html' title='Dude... Where&apos;s the party?!?'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447909540540384899.post-4115211249831697432</id><published>2009-07-27T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T10:11:14.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard'/><title type='text'>Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rB02Sw5M8qc/Sm6XM_WNA_I/AAAAAAAAB5U/NwjR0v12cQ8/s1600-h/important_life_lesson.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363390455663625202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rB02Sw5M8qc/Sm6XM_WNA_I/AAAAAAAAB5U/NwjR0v12cQ8/s320/important_life_lesson.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings fellow bloggers....&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been tapped by the cells of some ignored corner of my brain and made me get into "THE" (yes, I'm using the cliched quote sign with my fingers)  blogosphere. I felt the urge to write not just to vent out my anger or cherish my daily occurrences, but to make myself feel better that I'm writing the shit out!&lt;br /&gt;No kidding, I can already feel it!&lt;br /&gt;OK, so sitting in my cubicle, all alone, ignoring the tasks for the day, I wanted to start off my first blog as an ode to the toughest riddle and the meanest b**ch of all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;In my 22 years of living, or rather 14 years ignoring the first 8 years which were unmistakably  the easiest years of my life, I have been asking this question " WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS?", which in vain, found no answers for. Sometimes I'd like to think that, the answer might be worse than the question.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's another story. It being my favorite topic, m gonna write a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;What m more thrilled is to write bout the present and about the godforsaken Master's life! Oh yes.. I had a tough time accepting it. MS is just not drunken chicks or easy grades!  Its a real pain in the ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so many days ago, sitting in the shaky Delta Airliner, descendin down to the "glorious" US i thought, the beautiful AZ night sky, millions of glowing yellow lights, with a blank mind. Still digesting the fact that I had to leave my family and my twin, my mind racing with thoughts and volley of unanswered questions, there was an undeniable sense of elevation that I came to the richest country in the world.  FREEDOM, I thought!&lt;br /&gt;I felt the sweat on my forehead cool off by the dry AZ breeze when I stood on the airplane stairs. I was staring out into a strange world, scared as HELL!&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short, after I got myself settled in the new place, it took me a little time to realize that I'm walkin on a steep road with slippery shoes. Every conversation I made, every person I met, every sin I committed, every place I've been to, every paper of the never-ending assignments I wrote, and every fcukin moment in this Master's life, I found a common thing. I still got something to worry about!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sit here and still ask myself that question and the best answer I get is "Coz, this is life". I do not believe in imaginary beings like GOD as what believers call, to answer this, but myself. Satisfied with the answer and proud of the surprising attribute of mine to keep smiling throughout the struggle, I would simply like to share my experiences and day to day anecdotes or FML style incidents to all of you through this media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HELLO to America my friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feels GOOD to be here&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you lose small mind, you free your lives" - Aerials (SOAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ends*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447909540540384899-4115211249831697432?l=livin-real.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/feeds/4115211249831697432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447909540540384899&amp;postID=4115211249831697432&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/4115211249831697432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447909540540384899/posts/default/4115211249831697432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livin-real.blogspot.com/2009/07/life.html' title='Life!'/><author><name>Jaiditya Namburi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845228405783058590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTbJzft4rUk/TzLkbOwAK9I/AAAAAAAAEz4/srJiZh2oX_8/s220/Looking%2Bglass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rB02Sw5M8qc/Sm6XM_WNA_I/AAAAAAAAB5U/NwjR0v12cQ8/s72-c/important_life_lesson.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
