<?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-21381371</id><updated>2012-01-28T13:23:02.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shadow fell here there and everywhere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-2264325509429802203</id><published>2007-06-12T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:58:21.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaina Proudmoore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/Rm6xVc608VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bkrC_afYSSA/s1600-h/Jaina+Prodmoore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 616px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/Rm6xVc608VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bkrC_afYSSA/s400/Jaina+Prodmoore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075188812191428946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archmage Jaina Proudmoore is the most powerful human sorceress alive.She is the daughter of Grand Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, he was the supreme commander of the naval forces of the Alliance. He also had a second daughter outside of his marriage with an elven sorceress names Kilnar Goldensword.&lt;br /&gt;People aware of lores from Alagasia might construe that their love was real for elves consider children as the greatest symbol of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with Harry, when her magical talents were discovered, she was sent to Dalaran to study magic under the watchful eyes of a master. There she became archmage Antonidas's protegee.&lt;br /&gt;Dalaran was a magacracy - a form of government in which society is ruled by mages.Its Violet Citadel at Cross Island served as the focal point for mages and the study of the arcane rituals throughout human history.&lt;br /&gt;She was a bright kid and soon Antonidas found himself favouring his new apprentice.Jaina would have served in the high council of Dalaran had it not fallen in the third war.&lt;br /&gt;Jaina had a rather sad fortune as far as relationships go.&lt;br /&gt;First she was involved with Prince Arthas was has now become the greatest evil know to man and is undead now. Then there was the elven-mage Kael'thas who became a magic addict. And there are speculations regarding her relationship with Thrall who is an Orcish warchief. None of the above characters are human so as to say, atleast not now.&lt;br /&gt;She accomplished much in her service to Lordaeron. She was sent to investgate the Plague at the northern village of Brill. There she got entangled with events greater than she had known before. It was a tip of Lich king's plan( Orc chief named Guldan) to unleash the burning legion upon Azeroth. The plague was caused by contaminated food distributed from Andorhal to the rest of Lordaeron. It transformed villagers into zombies who would serve the undead. The plan was executed by a necromancer named Kel'Thuzad.&lt;br /&gt;The undead plan worked so well that soon it engulfed entire Lordaeron. Jaina led her people to the land of Kalimdor. There she befriended orcs and night elves and faught the burning legion under a united front. Together they defeated lord Archimonde.&lt;br /&gt;Later Jaina took her refugees to an uninhabited island off the eastern coast of Kalimdor, and named the new outpost Theramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References - &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/info/underdev/1p11/roadtodamnation.html"&gt;http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/info/underdev/&lt;br /&gt;1p11/roadtodamnation.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        "All I ever wanted was to study."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        "Shh, I'm trying to think here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-2264325509429802203?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2264325509429802203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=2264325509429802203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/2264325509429802203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/2264325509429802203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2007/06/jaina-proudmoore.html' title='Jaina Proudmoore'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/Rm6xVc608VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bkrC_afYSSA/s72-c/Jaina+Prodmoore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-237316431417637156</id><published>2007-05-23T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:58:21.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fermentation of a decaying mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/RlQ_9A-bAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/KanHzQ1U_xA/s1600-h/poetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/RlQ_9A-bAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/KanHzQ1U_xA/s320/poetry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067745798165037186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday a halfling from told me that time heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;Today a friend of mine said ," Tu is wonderland se bahar aayegaa".&lt;br /&gt;I asked the most logical question that should have followed this statement.&lt;br /&gt;The question was "Why???"&lt;br /&gt;Then I get a mail today from loathsome creature asking "Kyun, kyun????"&lt;br /&gt;I chain mailed answered -"Kyun nahi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to understand what is happening????&lt;br /&gt;Pigments of my split personality are going home.&lt;br /&gt;Fools they are, coz there parents will force a marriage on them.&lt;br /&gt;When they return, they would be something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how am I supposed to bide my time.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even have the abilities to study finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I should start writing sensible stuff for people say that what I&lt;br /&gt;write is some twisted matter.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be writing something lucid here.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall write about naive little insignificant thing like my carrier and job prospects.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure it is insignificant coz the only person interested in this topic is me and I dont give a damm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is just so little to write here and the text field width is way to big for me to fill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having done that.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-237316431417637156?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/237316431417637156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=237316431417637156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/237316431417637156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/237316431417637156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2007/05/fermentation-of-decaying-mind.html' title='Fermentation of a decaying mind'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/RlQ_9A-bAII/AAAAAAAAAAU/KanHzQ1U_xA/s72-c/poetry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-128852970915679037</id><published>2007-05-22T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:58:21.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The legacy of bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/RlL-Mg-bAHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kPCc62IxixU/s1600-h/ss453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/RlL-Mg-bAHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kPCc62IxixU/s320/ss453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067392021708865650" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a time when people were free to examine their own code.&lt;br /&gt;Write it read it and modify it in which ever way they feel is their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the way things governed themselves and elves relished the idea.&lt;br /&gt;But it was just an idea and ideas cannot shape your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;You can fight for it or crave for it, never knowing that you can actually live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas are fragile and they are easily corrupted by the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;So it may happen that one day and new idea replaced the old one.&lt;br /&gt;People called it extensibility, flexibility and portability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elves feared the very name ...it was an abomination, a tip of an ice berg that could&lt;br /&gt;destroy the very fabric of our civilization.&lt;br /&gt;Men were too dumb to understand it and embraced their nemesis with open arms and broken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say sire extending the core classes to implement the validations in BC4J layer and publishing the interfaces that would encapsulate the db transaction but at the same time are independent of the db tables...... I am sure I don't understand it but it must be something sensible coming from the one as bright as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you accept this bitter fate, don't you care for men who might not live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ought to be a revolution, born of hate and disgust.&lt;br /&gt;Let those who sulk under the crimson walls fear, for things are in motion that cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit we write a byte let us byte in the happiness of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hail, Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor. I come with tidings in this dark hour… and with counsel."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-128852970915679037?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/128852970915679037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=128852970915679037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/128852970915679037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/128852970915679037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2007/05/legacy-of-bits.html' title='The legacy of bits'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9RQroS9zxcY/RlL-Mg-bAHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kPCc62IxixU/s72-c/ss453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-116695988436275682</id><published>2006-12-24T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:51:15.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to the halflings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2161/1600/113370/dogodan_hobbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 139px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2161/320/237074/dogodan_hobbit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2161/1600/588028/halfling_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 143px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2161/320/423920/halfling_man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;P1: What do you thinks about heaven ?&lt;br /&gt;P2: What about it?&lt;br /&gt;P1: Do you think there is booze in there like Vodka Martini and stuff?.....Do you think it is bad??&lt;br /&gt;P2: Yeah it is bad ..... Lets me tell you and don't make it into some mockery.&lt;br /&gt;Lets say there is a kid how is overrun bu a car driven by a drunken man.&lt;br /&gt;Now that boy died on that day because the other guy was drunk. Wont it make it a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1: Ok...Let me take another example.&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy who is so very self rituous and benign. He was brought up well by his parents and in turn he brought up his kids in a deserving manner. He treaded the paths on honesty ever since humanity saw him. He gets up, goes to work and work hard he does. In the evening goes to temple/church/mosque according to religion. Then he goes on the distribute alms among the poor and needy and when he comes back to his place he goes to sleep with a but of liquor. In time he dies of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;When he is to be judged for his actions by god what would happen.&lt;br /&gt;God might say "hey man you are good and good to go to heaven but I cant let you in coz you had that vodka martini thing. Although I know that you have n't done a vile thing after being drunk but still go to hell."&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't think this will happen coz then this would be hippocracy and god ain't a hippocrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now this guy goes to heaven and remember heaven is not a rehabilitation center. So in heaven if there is no booze then this guy is troubled, this is no heaven its a cage....earth was better. So in order to make heaven a heaven, there has got to be Rum. What says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2: I am speechless&lt;br /&gt;P1: By similar logic there is charas, ganja, cigarettes, smack and all the crap that is considered bad here.&lt;br /&gt;Then what does it make heaven a bad evil place like the knockterdrum alley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2: :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-116695988436275682?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/116695988436275682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=116695988436275682' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/116695988436275682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/116695988436275682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2006/12/tribute-to-halflings.html' title='A tribute to the halflings'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-114682046849789784</id><published>2006-05-05T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:08:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pigs on the Wings"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/1600/pig.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/200/pig.1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its summer time here and people say that its getting hot. So I just thought better to listen to what people say and sit in my office all day, listening to "Pigs on the Wings". I really liked this song for it has the word pig in it and that reminds me of a few things. Well it actually reminds me of a cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking that I am thinking about "Pumba" the boar from the Lion King, but actually I am not. I was thinking about this character from a certain episode of DuckTales, who is a pig and he can fly. He has some flare for golf, so he has a stick to really hit the ball and he plays golf in mid air and his ball never falls on the ground. That is truely the pig on the wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have mentioned Pumba, I might have a few things to say about him as well. You see I have had the distinct pleasure of his devine company more than the other few that I see around. It was soome 5ish years past this moment that this character just kinda appeared here. I wondered whether thrown in to this wicked world or he had a will of his own. Whatever it be he came here with a purpose, a mission, a dream and the dream was to study the food habit of the strange spicies who call themselves humans and he thought that they were in some sense the shit of the planet. This was his primary mission. Also he had a mind to study the ways and means that these people adopt to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumba has some oratory skill. Four different languages had known him and found him abominable. There is this tooti phooti telegu that he tried to communicate in. In oriya he mostly communicated with himself as others people perceived him as mumbling and grunting. Then there was the gender confused hindi where &lt;span style=""&gt;♂&lt;/span&gt; could be &lt;span style=""&gt;♀&lt;/span&gt; or even &lt;span style=""&gt;♂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;♂&lt;/span&gt;. And I dont want to talk about English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in some sense the simplest AI ever conceived by man.&lt;br /&gt;If Food =&gt; Eat&lt;br /&gt;If Enemy =&gt; Kill&lt;br /&gt;If Friend =&gt; Hug&lt;br /&gt;If Idle =&gt; Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And run he did round and rounds every evening and I stood there just watching struck by the aura. His favourite time pass would be to beat his innocent room-mate to rags for he loathed him. He found him indespicable as he was at the bottom of the food chain to weak to carry on by himself. They say all rock stars have a disturbed past. Well as it turned out , his roomy became a smoky, rockstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get to see a TV soap on this great legend, then you see fancy names for episodes like - "Rage against the innocents", "Beating the skeleton", "I rule this place", "More Food","Room-mate driven to lunacy becomes a rock star" and "Vibration Sucks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still remember his primary mission, some would say that he was being more than successful. Once he taged me along as a thing and took me to dine with him. Last I remember, he said 18 rotis. After that he claimed his own mountain of rice. I say that it was a mountain for it was indeed a mountain and he preffered a little crater on top of it where he would pour in the curry like hot molten lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this being fair and honest, there is on thing I fail to understand. I just told you what an insolent bastard this guy was, yet somehow he befriended me and all those whom I could see. Its been time since my last encounter with the beast. By now he might have evolved into something else for he is dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, so I am sitting here on this silly afternoon listening to "Pigs on the wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you didn't care what happened to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I didn't care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Occasionally glancing up through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering which of the buggers to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And watching for pigs on the wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know that I care what happens to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know that you care for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I don't feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of the weight of the stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that I've found some where safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To bury my bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And any fool knows a dog needs a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a shelter from the pigs on the wing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-114682046849789784?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/114682046849789784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=114682046849789784' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/114682046849789784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/114682046849789784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2006/05/pigs-on-wings.html' title='&quot;Pigs on the Wings&quot;'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-114224364187371760</id><published>2006-03-13T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:54:05.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?........The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine .....!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/1600/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/200/pain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel like going thru wht I have been doing over quite a period now&lt;br /&gt;and that abt music.........wht really kiks in and wht does not, wht makes yer feet dance&lt;br /&gt;and wht makes ye sit bck and think aloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets c how it goes&lt;br /&gt;when I was a college kid,  I came across a bunch of crack heads, who wud make me&lt;br /&gt;appreciate wht they appreciate ....&lt;br /&gt;thr was this dude of a guy who wud lov rock ....&lt;br /&gt;....then he infected me with some of his insanity and now I like wht he used to like.....&lt;br /&gt;as they say all bad things come from bad company.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I relised is that too much of gud thing are boring,&lt;br /&gt;if u listen to soft music all the time, with happy upbeat chords , then it becomes boring&lt;br /&gt;may be not that quik may in a yr or more, who knows...., but it does....&lt;br /&gt;wht u need is to complement it with a few hard chord, discordant notes and&lt;br /&gt;lots of energy and thts whr rocks comes in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that sweet and doesn't much talk abt gud things in life,&lt;br /&gt;very often the subject goes on around death, pain and misery and&lt;br /&gt;songs is more abt energy than melody.......&lt;br /&gt;its the sort of thing that shifts yer mood makes yer head bang and makes u sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like u can listen all day long sometimes soft music and sometimes hard and yer head&lt;br /&gt;keeps on shifting, and u are thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit of violence is gud in everything, and violence is more general than most of us wud imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Music can have violence, sort of like 'negative creep', 'number of the beast' and a whole lots of other of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;violence can be thr in paintings , go fer ne dipiction of dracula or at a higher level,&lt;br /&gt;some modern art painting, whr it is created, using colours, lines and no known phical form is used as a aid........that is pure violence.....as u dont have a demon thr to tell u its supposed to&lt;br /&gt;be hard, its pure sense of colours and lines and overall composition that tell u that oh&lt;br /&gt;its definitely not happy mood.&lt;br /&gt;think abt red c0lour spilled over a black and green background, sometimes distinct and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes blending in......wht ever u do , u cant say that it gives u a happy feeling....&lt;br /&gt;its more of a dark and sinister dipiction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then v have violence in architecture, furniture, trees, leaves and almost nething that u can imagine......u just need to c it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all u need to do is to have sense of appriciation fer such things....&lt;br /&gt;...thr is a gud in all bad&lt;br /&gt;its abt balance,&lt;br /&gt;yin and yan, angels and demons , heads and tails,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              "Rebel," my new last name&lt;br /&gt;                Wild blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt;                 Apron strings around my neck&lt;br /&gt;                  The mark that still remains&lt;br /&gt;                       Never I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;                      But never I gave&lt;br /&gt;                      But you gave me your emptiness&lt;br /&gt;                      I now take to my grave&lt;br /&gt;                          So let this heart be still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-114224364187371760?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/114224364187371760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=114224364187371760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/114224364187371760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/114224364187371760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-your-feet-get-cold-in-winter.html' title='Don&apos;t your feet get cold in the winter time?........The sky won&apos;t snow and the sun won&apos;t shine .....!!!!!'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-114061729325123584</id><published>2006-02-21T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T03:06:05.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You tell me we can start the rain, To wash the tears away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/1600/emotions06.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/200/emotions06.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well Its been long as it always does and not much&lt;br /&gt;moved from hither when I last looked at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I learned over the this time is that&lt;br /&gt;amount of pain in ur life is a constant......&lt;br /&gt;u kill lower pains and higher pain will take over.....&lt;br /&gt;its a pyramid basically....&lt;br /&gt;I think of it like my little home town used to be gud b4 I moved arnd....&lt;br /&gt;my frnd used to be happy with my organisation b4 he went arnd and had a&lt;br /&gt;look at ms&lt;br /&gt;said he - they have tennis court , basket ball court and wht not and v have nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda true, but wht if he never went around to have a look ...&lt;br /&gt;well he wud have been contended and happy man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wud say, ignorance is bliss....&lt;br /&gt;The more u see, more is the pain that finds its way to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find ppl cribbing abt roads of the city, building, ac and wht not&lt;br /&gt;I wud say that u have to think of a person lets  say 500 yes b4 us&lt;br /&gt;he knew nothing of this sort, yet he never cribbed fer it,&lt;br /&gt;coz he knows not that such a thing wud exist......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think a hundred 100yrs from now, ppl sayin I'll leave this town bcoz  the wall crawler here are&lt;br /&gt;gud enough.......u c thts a evolved need&lt;br /&gt;and pain is again constant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I tell ye just 1 thing go home, be happy and sleep tight .....&lt;br /&gt;....and dont crib or else u'll always be cribbing otherwise fer ur entire god dammed life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21381371-114061729325123584?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/114061729325123584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=114061729325123584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/114061729325123584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/114061729325123584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-tell-me-we-can-start-rain-to-wash.html' title='You tell me we can start the rain, To wash the tears away'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-113999790516337889</id><published>2006-02-02T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T02:06:23.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can read your mind......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/200/image004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back after a long long time.....&lt;br /&gt;....been arnd seeing arnd......but thr ain't much time fer that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets c then I got a distict pleasure of being in a major time flop skit, that rocked like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how many of ye felt that but it is a flippy floppy feeling of being hooted....&lt;br /&gt;Kinda weird, but then who am I to say that I'll be making gud and interestin skits,&lt;br /&gt;fer I am no actor, just a tiny little fella......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say I sing like the trumpits of war, akin to cryin of wolves,&lt;br /&gt;I can command 100 legions to fight fer me if only I spare them the song of joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the sad part is that I was supposed to sing horrible, like the cryin of a banshee, and that&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be humorous,&lt;br /&gt;and I did do just that, truely horrible, so horrible that ppl hooted and begged fer forgivness&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are u doing this to us?????&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and I thought that this is just the humour.....&lt;br /&gt;evidently v have quite a different view on humor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I felt neat fer the experience is rare.......&lt;br /&gt;may god help u 1 day to feel the shadow that just passed over me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;".......may thy way be crossed and spirit be cursed,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for none survive passed the dead..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-113999790516337889?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/113999790516337889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=113999790516337889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/113999790516337889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/113999790516337889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-can-read-your-mind.html' title='I can read your mind......'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-113817138859450473</id><published>2006-01-24T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:03:34.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/1600/Dance%20Floor%20Kiss%20w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/200/Dance%20Floor%20Kiss%20w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back in office and my coping some whiles, that wud take some thing  like eternity , so Im&lt;br /&gt;bck writing somoe thing......&lt;br /&gt;thr is this certain frnd of mine who is pretty refined in his taste of songs....&lt;br /&gt;somehow, I never disliked ne song that he made me listen to...&lt;br /&gt;ppl call him the thin one....I just like to call him the loved one.....&lt;br /&gt;so he mailed me this song piano man by bill joel...&lt;br /&gt;and I spent abt 3 days listening to it.......&lt;br /&gt;again some gud song from a connoisure of music....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may god bless him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-113817138859450473?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/113817138859450473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=113817138859450473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/113817138859450473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/113817138859450473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2006/01/ishkhaqwi-ai-durugnul.html' title='Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-113809224105155838</id><published>2006-01-24T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:59:37.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad bad day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/1600/hdjart-03-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/320/hdjart-03-banner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was bad enough followed by another bad day.....&lt;br /&gt;may be I shud go to sleep for a while, instead Im listening to hard rock&lt;br /&gt;try to ignore wht is going on arnd me.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the microfone wont let u hear even wht the person sitting next to u is saying&lt;br /&gt;In a sense it is gud, less u have to think abt, the more u can choose not to think at all&lt;br /&gt;Its the been the same thing every day, for many a days now.....&lt;br /&gt;morning( which is actually close to afternoon starts with sweet songs, sort of country style....&lt;br /&gt;by 2-3 , the music a little louder , sort of a pop cult...&lt;br /&gt;by 5 pm, its all rock loud in ur head.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know wht......here is one of my fav lines  ...kinda true isn't it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cop663: You like noisy music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faye: Yes. The louder the better. Stops me from thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cop663: You don't like to think? What do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faye: Never thought about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-113809224105155838?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/113809224105155838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=113809224105155838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/113809224105155838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/113809224105155838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-bad-bad-day.html' title='bad bad bad day.....'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381371.post-113801953934438929</id><published>2006-01-23T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:50:22.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The trilogy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/1600/anita_elf1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2161/200/anita_elf1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ye believe me , this is the first time Im writing ane thing fer that matter, after the schooling days&lt;br /&gt;where I wud b writing essays.&lt;br /&gt;after that thr was never a need to use ur head and write fer that is some thing I dont really like&lt;br /&gt;neither writing nor reading much&lt;br /&gt;therefore I can count the novels that I have read on my fingertips.....&lt;br /&gt;I read them more out of necessity rather than out of interest....such as I gotta read harry's and the potters because u just heard a lot abt them,&lt;br /&gt;then u say one day......lemme read the first one , its pretty thin indeed...&lt;br /&gt;next thing u know is that u have read all six of them&lt;br /&gt;The other one wud be the Lords who ruke the ring....&lt;br /&gt;u watch the three movies 'n' number of time , still u almost know all the dialogs, just&lt;br /&gt;before they are abt to be popped out ....&lt;br /&gt;then u say, thts enough and u gotta read the novel now.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this novel is unlike ne others in the most unusual fashion.&lt;br /&gt;If u cud somehow sit inside the head of Mr. Tolkein, then u wud be in a very busy place&lt;br /&gt;indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his work, some how every thing comes to life, the rocks begin to complain,&lt;br /&gt;the birds become the spies for the evil master, wizards come to the life and thr is magic&lt;br /&gt;abt every thing in the air.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happened that I was quite fixated on the idea of a shadow.....something quite personified&lt;br /&gt;by Mr. Tolkien.....&lt;br /&gt;the elfs cud c into the past and the future but ..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not in the land of mordor whr the shadow lies&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;This made me wonder if shadow is something akin to fog of war in aoe if u have ever played&lt;br /&gt;this gr8 game which wud sure be a legend of our times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that the line of site here is not just the present, but future and past as well&lt;br /&gt;quite fascinating isn't it......&lt;br /&gt;also the shadow seems to have a will of it own, like the ring.&lt;br /&gt;creatures complain and  happiness dies whr the shadow falls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ask fer it at ne length, probably u wud see it every whr , as u go to work, study in ur&lt;br /&gt;rooms, peep out of ur window and it hanging up, but sleep now fer now, fer this quest is not urs&lt;br /&gt;though u mite find urself playing a part in it before the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21381371-113801953934438929?l=cbotcaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/113801953934438929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21381371&amp;postID=113801953934438929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/113801953934438929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21381371/posts/default/113801953934438929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbotcaps.blogspot.com/2006/01/trilogy.html' title='The trilogy.....'/><author><name>Sharad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154921833451219207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
