<?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-337901661933822373</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:12:24.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>burizadokanyon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burizadokanyon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337901661933822373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burizadokanyon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>burizadokanyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425185259741395789</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337901661933822373.post-469160100099581989</id><published>2008-12-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:15:08.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>सबर का फाल मीठा होता है!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. the title is a bit too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;filmy&lt;/span&gt;. but then i think its a bit true. cause i felt the same today. And frankly speaking its as sweet as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RoshoGulla&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. no kidding but i had really worked hard and probably my senior had belief in me and i had to do justice cause i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; let him down as he had given me the whole responsibility and i think within, my senior wanted to just test me and till today i was still in a fix where i din knew whether i had clearly speared through his all his expectations or have failed on some or there were somethings that i had to still work upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i think more than ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;previously&lt;/span&gt; mentioned auspicious day "meeting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Katrina&lt;/span&gt;" it was today when i got an award at ma work place for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;showin&lt;/span&gt; a good performance. i felt really gr8. i mean i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop smiling. i dunno what was happening but then i was feeling extremely happy, probably the efforts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; i had put in had payed off well and i was smiling so much that ma cheeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;strtd&lt;/span&gt; paining. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. ya i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; would think this is so kiddish. but then i dunno y i was feeling that way. is it that this was ma 1st ever appreciation that was accepted and honoured in a manner which makes a difference. still dunno. or probably it was because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; of those serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;appr&lt;/span&gt;. earlier?? dunno, still in a fix. but then the credit also goes to a colleague(subordinate: hate this word) who actually worked really hard. had spend real late nights at office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i think, the credit goes to the one who actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; in me and probably gave me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to perform at such a platform and i think this has definitely helped me and has acted like a shot in the arm, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;moonshrine&lt;/span&gt; says ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, was also feeling whether i was over reacting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nahee&lt;/span&gt;... but i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; one thing that there are many things that i need to get right and many things that i need to learn. Hope to convert them soon into ma strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please spare me at these blogs, as m too novice at this.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337901661933822373-469160100099581989?l=burizadokanyon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burizadokanyon.blogspot.com/feeds/469160100099581989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337901661933822373&amp;postID=469160100099581989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337901661933822373/posts/default/469160100099581989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337901661933822373/posts/default/469160100099581989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burizadokanyon.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='सबर का फाल मीठा होता है!!!'/><author><name>burizadokanyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425185259741395789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337901661933822373.post-8321478093507333856</id><published>2008-12-22T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:05:22.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S&amp;B::: Katrina Kaif</title><content type='html'>20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December 08...&lt;br /&gt;An auspicious day, Y?? nothing special but something special. This was the day when i met a person who is the most beautiful babe on earth (i mean it) she is Ms. Katrina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaif&lt;/span&gt;. the diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys wont believe but this just happened, and i swear i had not planned for this. it was during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Diwali&lt;/span&gt; when i had purchased a pair of jeans (GAS) and somehow had not worn those till now and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; had no plans to wear it, cause there was nothing special. but then it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night when i got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; on ma cell phone where it was mentioned tat a meeting has been scheduled with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;" and boss i just jumped off the seat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; sitting in the train were wondering as to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wats&lt;/span&gt; wrong with this guy. and i actually was very happy, dunno y???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, the appointment was at 1'o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;clock&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon. As usual was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to fight for ma time and try and reach on time. but u know at time things happen when they should not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. i got late yes. but fortunately as soon as i reached the place with ma colleagues, she had just finished a scene they were shooting and had gone into her vanity van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had also got a camera along with me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;clik&lt;/span&gt; a couple of snaps. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I've never done this in the past, dunno y was i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; it this time. But then i felt like and wanted to do so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;neways&lt;/span&gt; coming back as soon as we entered the van we saw the diva sitting in a room and we were asked to take seats. there she was sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wiht&lt;/span&gt; a bruise on her left calf. she started explaining as to how did it all happen cause of a rope tat was a part of the scene she had just shot. and we (I... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;strtd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tlkin&lt;/span&gt; to her in case she is fine and would like to continue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wiht&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tlk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; not. she said in such a sweet and delicate voice with a cute grin on her face (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;showing&lt;/span&gt; as if she understood tat i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to show care towards her... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) "no no not a problem at all and we shall continue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;with t&lt;/span&gt;he same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While filling up the questionnaire she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; about various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; (names that were mentioned on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Qnnr&lt;/span&gt;.) and what were we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; ??? boss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;soem&lt;/span&gt;1 do when Katrina is sitting in front of her. "Watching her beautiful smile" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; u just cant get away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; eyes from her. she looks like a princess. i mean i have always heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; these in our old tales. but she is really one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man as soon as she finished, we asked her if we could get a couple of picks with her. we were 4 of us including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Katrina&lt;/span&gt; and ma 2 colleagues sat next to her. poor me. then words just automatically came out of me that i would like to sit beside her &amp;amp; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; in my mind that i would never ever do something of that sought consciously. but she was too sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; said definitely in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; next pic i can sit beside her. but then if something had to go wrong it had to be that day, the battery of the camera was low... but then i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;fortunate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;enf&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;click&lt;/span&gt; couple of pics with her. she was too sexy. man i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; like to say there are many who are either sexy or beautiful but she is the best ever combination of both S &amp;amp; B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a shot in the arm that made me so fresh and u wont believe m still smiling while writing this... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. dunno y. and i feel as if i am smiling like this after a really long time. probably everything is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; right and this meeting has added on to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337901661933822373-8321478093507333856?l=burizadokanyon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burizadokanyon.blogspot.com/feeds/8321478093507333856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337901661933822373&amp;postID=8321478093507333856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337901661933822373/posts/default/8321478093507333856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337901661933822373/posts/default/8321478093507333856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burizadokanyon.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-katrina-kaif.html' title='S&amp;B::: Katrina Kaif'/><author><name>burizadokanyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425185259741395789</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337901661933822373.post-2128352354700724835</id><published>2008-08-19T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:05:46.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"arre sir yeh aaj hi 18 saal ka hua hai"</title><content type='html'>it was my 18th birthday,  and all of us had decided to go behind hotel Taj i.e. Bade Miyaa. its a small restaraunt where you would find cars from Maruti 800 to Mercedes SLK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for bade Miyaa at around 7.00 in the evening and due to heavy traffic had reached there pretty late say around 10.45pm. 8 of us had gone on ma treat. we had our own cars i.e. mine and 1 was ma frnds. I had actually learnt driving way back when i was around 16 years old and had got my fake license made up from an agent. when we reached there, there was absolutely no place to park our cars and sit inside the so called restaurant. we had no option but to open the dikis of the cars and ask the waiters to serve the food there. the food was amazing and we had a nice team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its from here where our piercing experience started. my friend who was driving the other car was in high spirits and was actually racing with almost every car he saw on the road. LOL. the car was screaching and scaring other cars on the road. Whereas on the other hand i had jsut turned 18 and i had 3 other people sitting in ma car. 1 of them was elder to me and the other 2 were younger to me and it was kind of my responsibility since i had asked their parents to allow them to move out on that particular day. I was very much wantin to race with my friend but somehow dunno why was not doing so. Also i didnt wanna take any risk specially on that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had crossed lower parel, then Bandra and then while we were reaching Vile parle just at the corner there is a gas station. at that point of time it was say around 12.30 in the night and we were tryin to rush home cause it was actually gettin late for the 2 guys who were younger to me.&lt;br /&gt;it was drizzling a bit and i was tryin to avoid speeding. but while just recing the gas station, i could see an Esteem which was whooping back at great speed and i was very close, so close that i could see the esteem reversing back at enormous speed. at that point of time i tried to take pull ma car to the left but was not able to. You guys know y??? because the one who was sitting on the front seat (Akshay) was literally standing and out of fear had held the steering. i was tryin to pul the steerring to the left where as he was pushn it to the right out of fear of getting hurt. i was helpless and by the time this was happening the guys who were sitting at the back seat (Rajesh and Utkersh) where also very tensed. But if any could hear them at that point of time i bet no one can say that they were tensed. Rajesh actually said " Lagga Lagaa Laggggaaaa" it sounded as if he was waiting for the car to get hit, where as Mr. Utkersh who always is in his own world and takes things in such a way as if nothing has happend, he was calmly sitting back and he actually uttered the words " ohhh hoh hoh, yeh sab kya ho raha hai" and these were said in such a lazy tone as if all this is happening in some other car and we are watching a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time the car had already banged the esteem. The 2 doors of ma car on the left hand side had been bashed so badly, they had almost come inside the car, where as the esteems bumper had fallen down. I was so damn angry that i couldt control myself and started abusing the driver of Esteem. by that time a decent crowd was there on the road and i was shouting at the top of my voice, actually that was out of fear since what would i say to my parents and what would i say to my friends parents whom i had taken permission from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the time where i jsut couldnt think wat to do. Calling up parents would create a big mess. Then i dunno y but i called my uncle (Narendra Chacha), i esplained him and asked a solution for the situation i was in. He asked me to file a complaint against the Driver of Esteem and come back home. But this was not so simple as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually came to Juhu Police station, where in there were 2 constables who questioned us outside the police station,  the driver of the esteem tried to turn tables and was tryin to put the whole blame on me by saying "yeh jawani ka naya josh hai saab, in baccho ko akkal to hai nahi, bas baap ka paisa udana aata hai" the driver was fully drunk and his shirt was actually smelling of alcohol, so that was 1 point where the constable didnt believe him totally. The Esteem driver started his tricks and tried to bribe him, it was then when the constable realised that he was at fault and then took him to the sub inspector. we again had to narrate the whole story to the inspector and the most foolish thing on earth that i was tryin to do was to narrate the story in marathi.LOL, which i failed miserably and then the esteem driver told the inspector that i have a garage of my own and asked me to come to the garage the next day to get the car repaired. the Inspector got Furious and yelled at him "Garage hai to kya sab ki gaadi thok te firega, hero hai ya, kya samajh kya rakha hai." by that time my uncle had come and i was asked to go and sit outside on the bench whereas the esteem driver was taken in a different room (Dunno wat happend to him after that), while i was sitting outside on the bench with my friends the costable was generally questioning me as to wat do i do and all, and then it was again Akshay who told the constable "Dekho na saab, kitna kharab scene hua hai, arre sir yeh aaj hi 18 saal ka hua hai". Thank god the constable misheard that otherwisethat would have been the last nail in ma coffin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337901661933822373-2128352354700724835?l=burizadokanyon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burizadokanyon.blogspot.com/feeds/2128352354700724835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337901661933822373&amp;postID=2128352354700724835' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337901661933822373/posts/default/2128352354700724835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337901661933822373/posts/default/2128352354700724835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burizadokanyon.blogspot.com/2008/08/arre-sir-yeh-aaj-hi-18-saal-ka-hua-hai.html' title='&quot;arre sir yeh aaj hi 18 saal ka hua hai&quot;'/><author><name>burizadokanyon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425185259741395789</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>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
