Just Syaing hi

To anyone who is vella (Punjabi for idle) enough to read this. Hi this is my first ever blog post J ( taaliyaan ). So please don't expect much from me. am a jack of many trades and in the following lines will discuss some things  I will be writing about(even if no one reads actually it may be called as a form of psychological illness to write without caring that anyone doesn't give a damn about it.)(Another possibility is that after this first post I like other humans become too lazy to give a damn about this blog :P ).

To tell the story about this blog it all started with me downloading windows live beta where you get this nice tool known as windows live writer. So just to know what it all was about I started this blog just to test whether this works or not. However I trusted Google more and Microsoft word also provides a way to directly publish your post so I switched to blogger and word.

People around me (read friends) say that I love telling stories; so I would just tell a now (actually it's a memoire). It's about my belief in God and how he listens to my prayers in his own way.

I must rewind the scene however by a few days to Saturday November 1, 2008 morning 8:20. We had a viva of AI (artificial intelligence)(I forgot to tell I am a final year engineering student.) and as per the rules our files must have been complete(had it been not it would have mattered as our teacher is one of the biggest sadists I have known).So coming back to the story our files were required to be complete. Now some 9 hours back a friend of mine Munny as I call him and Prateek Khurana as his identity card says he is had called me up and requested me to get a print out for him before viva. He had told me that a certain shop starts business at 8:30 and hence I was standing at the door of that place at 8:30.But call it my luck the guy who operates computers was not there yet so stuck. I waited for some 10 minutes and then realizing that I was getting late for the viva scheduled at 9:00 so I made a run for it. After some 5 min I found out that I was really running out of time with only 5 minutes left. I then started praying like mad for anyone just anyone to come and save my neck from that beast we called our teacher. In less than a minute a hero Honda splendor stopped behind me its horn blowing upon me my eyes first turned with gratitude towards sky and then they fixed themselves upon the rider. It was a person equally loathed by our class of 74 ; Noora as we called him. He just told me to sit behind him which I was glad to; and off we went to UIET. I consider this one of many indications from God that he is watching over me.

Over and out and give yourself a pat on the if you read the entire thing.

See ya

PS Also my heartiest thanks to noora and i have nothing aginst him now . :)