<?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-26079918</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:47:41.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Lights</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziomcity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26079918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziomcity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ziom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031107606713152486</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26079918.post-115418356302247462</id><published>2006-07-29T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T06:04:47.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;As good as it gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of posting this not so great conversation between Moiz and Snehal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning : read at ur own risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Day 1&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : yo moiz&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : yo here or yo spz?&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : yo spz man&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : yo had yo brk fst&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : there is no place to go here man. no twaddi babbis here&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i was talking about the food we eat, not food for thought&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : no good food here too&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : bad, so u got a PC hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : ys but set up is not over yet. M logged into my mbp pc&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : o ok&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : by d way, jus got the news that we will be shifting to Airoli in mid Aug&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : see i told u .Mujhe raag de raha tha na nahin jayenge karke&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : also, MBP 4 will be the first bldg to evacuate, and we will be the first proj. :)&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i donno how r they gonna manage&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : yahan jaise manage kiya .waise hi wahan karenge. BTW twaddi ko dekha kya aaj?&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : no, did'nt went 4 brk fst, will catch her at lunch&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : catch her. Saale aukaad mein reh .smjha kya&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : :D:D:D jali jali tapi tapi&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : abbe .woh abhi sochti rahegi ki where's that one guy who used to shy away from ogling at me. Uss mein kuch to baat thi&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : don't talk about ur ogle factor i know who u r :/&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : ha ha ha .jali abhi&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : abhi ki kyon jalegi? usne to twadi pabi ko dekha bhi nahi&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : phir teri kyu jal rahi hai if twaddi babbi thinks like this abt me&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : sneh can read thoughts :DDDD, its enuf that u can just read&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chotte tis just that i m a lovable kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : yeah, u r so lovable that they had a Bra launched in your name :D&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : well they always wanted me to be close to the heart of a woman&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : kaminey, i know wat u want to be close to ;)&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : just the heart dost ;)&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : yeah, tell khare abt it&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : i think evrybody in the world knows abt it except u&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : talk to the hand&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : ha ha ha ha . U can never accept facts can u&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : wake up snehal, the things u've considered facts since birth are actually illusions, we all know wat ur fate will be finally, bloody arranged marraige&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : abbe arranged nikaah chup reh samjha na.&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : arranged marraige......... and that too wid monali :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : nice joke chotte .twill b wil pallavi or parineeta&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : wid monali...... and that too we will arrange it :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : no re wid pari or pallo.also it will love first then arranged&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : forget marraige, jus try and call them wid this name in front of them and they will hang u, till death&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chotte then they will die too. Coz we have pledged to be together dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : this is the worst joke i have heard frm u, it does'nt even make me frown&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : i told u .u not man ehuf to accept the truth&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : alice, u truly live in a wonderland :D&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chotte after i marry either 1 of them i will b in wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i pity u, u don't know u still are, ur marraige can only happen in wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chotte just wait n watch&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : yeah yeah, the world will see wid me&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : so, when r u proposing?&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : u'll know very soon chotte&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i cant stop smiling :))))........&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chotte u'll stop smiling wen u'll see me smiling&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i can only imagine ur ass kicked :D&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : u imagined wrong&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : lets wait n watch&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chotte ek baad yaad rakhna. Dilwale dulhaniya le jayenge and i m a dilwala&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : who said u r dilwala, u r sickwala&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : again ur mistaken. M a dilwala aur dilwale dulhaniya le jayenge&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : if in patni, soon gonna become a rickwala&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chotte dilwaale tha,hai aur rahoonga&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : not to forget chamdiwala&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : y u saying all ur names&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : sacchai kadwi hoti hai dost, accept it&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : thats wot i m tellin u to do&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i have, but u r still in ur dream world&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : see u still not accepting d truth&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : instead of fighting on whos not accepting the truth, lets have a third party decide wats the truth&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : the problem is that the third party u will suggest cannot accept the truth too&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : :-DDDD ok, who d u sujjest then?&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : me .myself. My alter ego will decide&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : this is alter ego itself, how many alter ego's do u have. how abt Vinod's or HP's alter ego huh&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : 2 more. snehal the great and Snehal the greatest .This is great speakin&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : snehal was enuf&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : so finally haaar mann raha hai tu&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : no ways&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : but u said na enuf&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i said snehal was enuf and we don't need non existing characters such as snehal the great and Snehal the greatest&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chots u'll hav to live with them&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : puhleez, u live wid them&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : i m living wid them&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i told vinod and ani abt ur imaginations, they r in complete agreement wid me&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : they r baised&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i had called up HP, he thinks u've lost it&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : lost wot?&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : brains, but i told him u don't have one&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chotte if i lose a bit of something that i have in abundance then its not a problem&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : if u have abundant brain then i m prince of wales&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : okie if u say so. But whch one blue,sperm or humming or killer&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i wrote wales not whales, u lost ur eyes too i guess&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : chots but they sound the same na&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : no their is a prominent 'h' pronounced in whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it went on and on till 2 days describing about the mouth structure and tounge movements and pronounciation of different words u can't even think of.Snehal can add if he has rest of the chat logs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Day 2&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : no try saying wales and then say w-hales. No difference in the mouth struture when ur saying bth coz the h is silent &lt;br /&gt;Moiz : nope the h is not silent in whales, mouth structure can be same because its same for many words&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : who said.say orange.Mouth structure is different than mouth structure when u say whales&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : but its same for ways&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : no there is no mention of l in ways but is there in whales and wales&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : but the mouth structure is same&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : no the mouth structure when u say l changes if l is not silent&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : no it does'nt&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : yes it does try it&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : no it does'nt, tried&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : see when u say wales or whales ur tongue will touch the roof of ur mouth or teeth when u try and pronounce the l which is not silent. When u say ways the tongue touches the roof of the mouh or teeth when u start pronouncing the s.try it &lt;br /&gt;Moiz : exactly, the toungue changes but the mouth structure remains the same, when u lip read u cant distinguish between wales and ways&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : i cn by seeing the time when the toungue startsb to moveq &lt;br /&gt;Moiz : u can't c the tongue when u lip read&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : i can&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : no u can't, ur eye sight is not good, proved earlier, u cant c wales and whales written differntly&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : who said i ahd said that they r same by spelling. I said that they are same bcoz of prnounciation&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : but i never prounced it, because we are text chatting, so u shud atleast have that much brains to distinguish and act accordingly&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : when i read what ur typing i pronounce it so i guess ur wrong&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : who cares if u pronounce it or not, it was i who wrote it&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : so wot? It was i who read it&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : if u had read it, and u can see that it was written "wales" not "whales" then u should'nt have asked me wat type of whale it is&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : my wish i can ask u nehting&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : bhadak mat ja, LTA abhi bhi nahi milta wahan par&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : bhadak gaya nahin hu main. Agar bhadak jaaat tha toh tere saat chat kaise karta&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : u forgot tera PC shared hai&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : bhadak patni domain mein nahin aata toh pc shared rehke faayda nahin hai&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : bhadak patni domain mein he hai, abhi abhi naya office khola hai wahan par&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : ok i dont know i havent been there. I guess u have&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : again bhadak gaya tu, itni baar ja raha hai aur bol raha hai i havent been there&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : see ur goin there not me&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : i know u have a season ticket to bhadak, iska matlab ye nahi ki tu office bunk karega&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : i m in office so i cannot be bunking and be at office at the same time coz it is imposssible for one peron to be at two different places at the same time so as i m in office ,i m not bunking which means that assumption that i have a season pass to bhadak and that i m bunking office is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Moiz : earlier proved that patni also has a office at bhadak&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : u never proved it u just made a statement and if u have forgotten kannon saboot mangti hai&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : u are the live gawah of it, in this chat itself u went there 3 times&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : ur mistaken dude. I havent gone there at all&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : u have gone there, i m the gawah of it&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : u dint see me.how can u be the gawah&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : ur chat text clearly states that u've gone to bhadak&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : kanoon chashmadeet gawah mangti hai. Ur not one&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : chashma to tujhe lagna chahiye, barabar dikhayi nahi de raha hai tujhe&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : aisa kaun bola&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : aisa main bola, we r not into conference chat&lt;br /&gt;Snehal : who said we r in conference chat&lt;br /&gt;Moiz : to phir aur kaun bolega, main hi bola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we got disconnected, we are still looking in the problem, i guess the chat server gave up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26079918-115418356302247462?l=ziomcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziomcity.blogspot.com/feeds/115418356302247462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26079918&amp;postID=115418356302247462' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26079918/posts/default/115418356302247462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26079918/posts/default/115418356302247462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziomcity.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-good-as-it-gets-just-thought-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ziom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031107606713152486</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>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26079918.post-114658742193984677</id><published>2006-05-02T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:49:58.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kya Hoga Nimmo, Nemo Aur Mattu Ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACKNOWLEDGMENTS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A debt of gratitude to Snehal, HP and everyone from PPP batch for their belief in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend Asif, for his enthusiasm and unflagging effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the legendary Kurt, for convincing me to write blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mattu, for her gracious tour through her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Patni Computer Systems for providing me Internet access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Manager who does'nt know anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks also to Nimmo, Nemo, Veerappan, Mithun Da, Rajnikanth, Manoj Kumar, Rajesh Khanna, Dev Anand, Tushar Kapoor, Harry Potter, Dhoni and Angoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fter getting a lot of bashing from Mattu (yes, she literally bashed me for everything, from Chucking in Carrom, to playing TT with a Hot babe, even though Mattu did not know how to hit a striker, or how to hold a cue stick, or how to serve a TT ball. Not to forget about the romour she spread about me marrying and having kids with Moi-Sne-Menor), I decided to take revenge, not only for me, but also for my dear friends, &lt;strong&gt;Dhoni&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;. So hear I am, writing my very first blog in cold blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Only one question looms: Kya Hoga Nimmo, Nemo Aur Mattu Ka? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;AUTHOR’S NOTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;References to the life and times of Nimmo and Nemo are entirely factual. They can still be seen today on Star One and DVD's respectively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mattu is also Factual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So hold on your breath and get ready for... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kya Hoga Nimmo, Nemo Aur Mattu Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PROLOGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;omewhere in South India there lived three friends, named &lt;strong&gt;Nimmo &lt;/strong&gt;-daughter of notorious crimal and smuggler of Sandal Wood and Ivory Tusks, yes you guessed it right &lt;strong&gt;Veerappan&lt;/strong&gt;- , &lt;strong&gt;Nemo&lt;/strong&gt; (pronounced &lt;strong&gt;Nimoh&lt;/strong&gt;) -Son of veteran actor &lt;strong&gt;Mithun da&lt;/strong&gt;- , and &lt;strong&gt;Mattu&lt;/strong&gt; -Daughter of another industry veteran &lt;strong&gt;Rajnikanth&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio were having difficult times in life, their thoughts clashing with their parents, usual stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CH 1- Last day at the Kholliage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;immo, Nemo and Mattu had decided to meet at a common place so that they can go together to the farewell party for the class of '04. While on the way to the kholliage (college in south indian accent) they decided to disscuss their future. Mattu said &lt;em&gt;"I am going to become a doctor, but my dad want's me to become a software engineer and defy laws of W3C, just as he defies laws of gravity in his..." &lt;/em&gt;Nemo interrupted &lt;em&gt;"Tell me, my dad want's me to be a hammer, a hathoda you see, he is even making a catch phrase for me, it goes something like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Dikhne mein bevda, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bhaagne mein ghoda, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aur maarne mein hathoda'." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every one was quiet for a while, then Nemo started again &lt;em&gt;"What about you Nimmo what do you wanna do after studies"&lt;/em&gt;. Nimmo got exited, no one had asked her thoughts before, everyone knew she was dumb (most dumber from the trio), she said &lt;em&gt;"Me, lemme think....." &lt;/em&gt;she never gave an answer, Nemo and Mattu thought this was never going to come and continued their conversation. Nemo said &lt;em&gt;"but Mattu what are you gonna specialize in? you are good at nothing"&lt;/em&gt;, Mattu frowned, she thought it was true, but said &lt;em&gt;"Can I specialize in saying 'Sick' in different ways?"&lt;/em&gt;. Nemo and Nimmo were dumbstruck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as their conversation went on to become weirder they realized they are in front of the gates of &lt;strong&gt;Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan Kholliage of Smugling, Acting and Hamming&lt;/strong&gt;. At the gates &lt;strong&gt;Angoor &lt;/strong&gt;(Mattu's boyfriend) was waithing for them, he waved at them and they waved back. Nimmo and Nemo went on to see other friends and Mattu went to Angoor (Langoor ke moh mein Angoor, Khuda ki kudrat). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the college (we will call it college hence forth, its hard to pronounce Kholliage so many times), Nimmo, Nemo and Mattu had taken Hamming, Acting and Smugling respectively as their major subjects in final year, completely opposite as their fathers would have desired them to take. Nimmo was very good at Hamming, she had done her project on &lt;strong&gt;Manoj Khanna &lt;/strong&gt;(A mix of &lt;strong&gt;Manoj Kumar &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Rajesh Khanna&lt;/strong&gt;). She had impressed the External Examiner &lt;strong&gt;Dev Anand &lt;/strong&gt;by her skills. Nemo was also good at acting (He was duped as the next superstar &lt;strong&gt;Nimoh &lt;/strong&gt;by their HOD &lt;strong&gt;Tushar Kapoor &lt;/strong&gt;(He had also suggested him to change his name to &lt;strong&gt;Kemo&lt;/strong&gt; for good luck)). Mattu was not so good at smuggling (I should say, not even). All she did for her project was to smuggle pirated CD's of &lt;strong&gt;Himess Bhai&lt;/strong&gt;, played them aload in college and got punished for it. Not to forget, she also lip sung the lyrics of the songs (Angoor got impressed of one of the songs and proposed her). Nimmo and Nemo always wondered where did she got those lyrics from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Farewell party was as usual, "Boring" with speeches, from the Principal, Peons, Typist Sandra aur pata nahi kiska baccha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lunch time was the best part, they again started their disscussion about their future. They decided that they will go their way, against what their parents had thought for them, but they also knew that they are not gonna get any financial help from their parents for their not so great ideas. So They decided on a Plan to get money to fund their respective purposes in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Plan which is going to get them &lt;strong&gt;Doomed&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekhte hain kya hota hai Nimmo, Nemo aur Mattu ka......Hum Log. &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/26079918-114658742193984677?l=ziomcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziomcity.blogspot.com/feeds/114658742193984677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26079918&amp;postID=114658742193984677' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26079918/posts/default/114658742193984677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26079918/posts/default/114658742193984677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziomcity.blogspot.com/2006/05/kya-hoga-nimmo-nemo-aur-mattu-ka.html' title=''/><author><name>Ziom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031107606713152486</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>44</thr:total></entry></feed>
