tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45336862138559048192024-03-07T23:00:21.211-08:00Blueguitar's StatusThis blog contains my status messages on the Gmail chat browser, Gtalk and yahoo messenger.
The purpose is to list them down, their meaning / origin, why I wrote them and other bits about the status messages.BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-73897446235329384962007-09-12T19:54:00.000-07:002007-09-12T19:59:49.126-07:0012th of Sept, 2007 (10:52 PM)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >My affordable darling, I stink of u every morning (and also in the afternoons)<br /></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >A pathetic parody of Main Khiladi Tu Anari's song rendered pathetically by Shri Anu Malik sahab. BTW Darlings are becoming affordable nowadays thanks to the software industry that has boosted the Indian economy. Yeh main nahi kehta, aur na hi bujurg aisa faramate hain, this is based on the analysis done by Business Standard.<br />Khuda aur affordable darlings ki kasam main jhoot nahi bol raha hoon.<br /><br /></span>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-73557432968901494812007-07-31T19:19:00.000-07:002007-07-31T19:24:33.176-07:0031st of July, 2007 (10:22 PM)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Munnabhai chale to amrika the par woh kya kehte hain ki saajan chale sasural ho gaya<br /></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >In reference to VKU's scrap on orkut about Sanju baba's recent sentence.<br /><br /></span>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-65353008060358620532007-07-26T09:18:00.000-07:002007-07-26T09:26:14.314-07:0026th of July, 2007 (12:22 PM)<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Keekeeing<br />&<br />Sainya sainya Sehari, Lagen hai mohe sexy, Chain mere dil ka chura gaya -- Wht crap<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Well it started with the second one which was basically the lyrics of the song from the movie Cash. I never knew that it was <span style="font-style: italic;">Sehari</span> untill I read the lyrics, I always thought it to be <span style="font-style: italic;">Zehari. </span>The lyrics dont make any sense anyways :)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >The second is what Pallavi - The Chammato Gal says I am upto when I indulge in her leg pulling, BTW isn't <span style="font-style: italic;">Keekeeing</span> a nice new term for research :)<br /><br /></span></div></div>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-35618012533310636022007-07-09T20:28:00.000-07:002007-07-09T20:42:11.064-07:009th of July, 2007 (11:29 PM)<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Those who are fascinated by the idea of progress do not suspect that everything moving forward is at the same time bringing the end nearer and that joyous watchwords like 'Forward' and 'Farther' are the lascivious voice of death urging us to hasten to it.:)</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >A quote from some Milan Kundera work in reference to Toral's point about being too busy for any personal enjoyment and about need to be professionally progressive and on the discussion related to growth.</span><br /></div><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-58515177899917963982007-07-07T15:25:00.000-07:002007-07-07T15:29:20.331-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Pyar ki hai anmol nishani, ulfat ki pehchan hai, Taj Mahal hai aisa ajooba, sabse alishan hai :)</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Ok still lingering on Taj, BTW Bipasha Basu may not be a good host but she looked fabulous, gorgeous, but not as much as the Taj ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Oh yeah this particular line is from the qawaalli that certain qawaal Miya Anwar from Ferozabad sang on IBNLive just after Taj was declared the new seventh wonder.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-6974926880297157612007-07-07T11:46:00.000-07:002007-07-07T11:53:32.693-07:007th of July, 2007 (2:46 PM)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Taj is a wonder, officially :)</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Toral broke the news that Taj is among the list of new seven wonder, two hours before the news was supposed to be broken in Lisbon.</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-54332977993591719892007-06-24T14:59:00.000-07:002007-06-24T15:02:52.018-07:0024th of June, 2007 (6:00 PM)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Bachelor of Social Service :)</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Sivaji - The Boss,<br />Need I say more. BTW I have been playing vaji vaji, since morning. Nice song, whatever it means :)<br /><br /></span></div></div>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-36422382838247758462007-06-09T06:05:00.000-07:002007-06-09T06:11:10.380-07:009th of June, 2007 (9:05 AM)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >There was a time when I wore the watch and was governed by Time.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >In reference to the pic change on my gmail settings. In the pic I am wearing the only watch I ever possessed, My Black Thin Titan, that my father bought for me way back when I was in Class Tenth. Once that watch broke, I stopped wearing a watch altogether; partially because I think the Time rules you, dictates you, when you wear a watch and keep looking at it for one reason or the other; and of course for the second reason that no other watch ever came close to replacing my beloved Titan.<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-27678220737958320782007-06-04T14:52:00.000-07:002007-06-04T15:00:52.954-07:004th of June, 2007 (11:00 AM)<div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" >Going for the book sale :)</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The Annual Big Sale in the Main Public Library in the downtown started today. I posted this message before leaving for the same. When I returned I had bought myself a treasure for $158 only :) .....<br /><br /><br /></span>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-76295377442970757862007-06-02T15:38:00.000-07:002007-06-02T22:33:00.427-07:002nd June, 2007 (6:38 PM)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Isi talash-o-tajassus mein kho gaya hoon main, Jo main nahi hoon to kyun hoon, jo hoon to kya hoon main.</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Amir Khusro continues, the <span style="font-style: italic;">sher</span> is taken from Abida Parveen's rendetion of <span style="font-style: italic;">Man Kunto Maula </span>from her album <span style="font-style: italic;">Jash-e-Khusrau.<br /></span><br />Signifies the state of confusion I am in, when I don't know what future holds for me and the present doesn't really excite me much.<br /><br /><br /></span>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-54249667188699534102007-06-02T13:41:00.000-07:002007-06-02T22:33:12.513-07:002nd June, 2007 (4:41 PM)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I expect you to be independent, innovative, critical thinker who will do exactly as I say.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Taken from a cartoon questioning 'Is maths really a child's play'.<br /><br />Found it quite funny and goes with my taste for mathematics related quotes.<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-43056062751690553842007-06-02T08:57:00.000-07:002007-06-02T09:09:32.183-07:002nd June 2007, 11:58 AM<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Aa sajna in nainan mein palak dhaank tohe loon, Na main dekhoon gair ko na tohe dekhan doon. Kaajar daaroo kirkira jo surma diya na jaaye, Jin nainan mein pi base dooja kaun samaye, Dooja kaun samaye</span>.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Still hovering over the Kailash Kher's rendition of Chaap Tilak. These are the first lines of the song, perhaps written by Amir Khusro.</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Not really sure of my intentions why my have this as my status message, may be feeling love and desolation the sufi way.</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></span></div></div>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533686213855904819.post-21160727140309715482007-06-01T08:26:00.000-07:002007-06-02T09:09:12.324-07:00First of June, 2007 (11:26 AM)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Chaap Tilak Sab Chinni Mose Naina Milaike</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">First line of the brilliant 13th century poem by Amir Khusro.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Written under the influence of Kailash Kher's rendition of the same in his album 'Jhoomo Re'.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Written cos in the present state of mind someone seem to have taken away my identity and myself, and I stand aloof and oblivion to what future has in store for me</span>.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span>BLUEGUITARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09867359536479753976noreply@blogger.com0