<?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-4790979756096055740</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:32:34.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps Our Autobiography</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about people who want to share about their life in a way they like.................</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790979756096055740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinbelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AKHIL SHARMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03956478721452616133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMRXofZvb0/Sd9IdVPOXmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6Ravb4KjzeU/S220/IMG_0760.jpg'/></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-4790979756096055740.post-3846214694927405285</id><published>2007-07-26T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:24:13.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps an  Autobiography-Kris Kaustubh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEems Destiny had deciced before to meet up US under 1 SOLID ROOF ...u know WHOM Abt I M LIFE...BOY NAmed AS KAUSTUBH with HOLY SPIRIT by his LOVELY MOM N DAD.Years after years...he grows up in shadow of LOVE...dunno WAt is WoRlD..as a MORE REGULAR STUDENT IN SCHOOL...and COLLEGE but after SECOND year of GRAD..he just felt Y D F*** HE DOES ALL THIS..Havin FAmily business is NTHING he REALIZES ...and JOURNY starts towards the THE SCIENTIST afer GRAd He JOINED Biotech-scool with full fledge he did awesome and marvellous RESEARCH WORK and JUST SIMPLY SIT IN INDIA'S WELL KNOWN BT-SCIENTIST's .....got in BIOCON as Senoir Research Scietist...but again destiny has decided sumthing else he got interest in again MANAGEMENT ...BRAND N ADVT..with STRATEGIC INNOVATION..so journy moved to AN MBA PROFESSIONAL...enterd in REAL CORPORATE WORLD through INDIA'S renowed B-sChool...THE INDIAN INSTITUTE OF PLANNING &amp; MANAGEMENT..and his life wasnt a life HE had seen life AS a LIFE ...normal...fluctuations....disasters...Blossom...and cruel..BRuTal...DARk n Shiny Side of REAL COMMON MAN's LIFE....But afer an MBA STill Destiny hasnt been classified jsut ROAMIN ON LONLEY PLANET joined IBM INETRNATIONAL,PUNE aS ABM(Assistant Brand Manager)....Hummmmmmmm WAt 2 say abt DAT STUFF....LAter on no justice to SOUL n MIND ...so got back n was Havin lonley life with only one confession to GOD n DESTINY Y DEY Mess up Around ME...is he Dump...IS he...duffer...is he brutal...is he AIMLESSS No....LET PEOple Know HIM aS HE use TO Flute Past On His TUNE...BEAWARE .....KILLING HUNTER IS Back ON the CROUNCHING EARTH....TO Hit HARD...PRESNT...to n READY TO MINGLE WID FUTURE....FInally will say Dis is the bottom of heart confession if any one wanna play with ....seriously will F*** HIM HARD.....JUST STAY AWAY from ur BAD MIND....Confession is HOLY THING which ANy1 CAnnt do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; 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AKHIL was the name given to him.The child was very ordinary but with little intelligence he was among one of the regular toppers of the school. His aim was to be the first among everyone in his school so that he can impress the beauties/opportunities existing in the coeducation school. He had scored 74 % in his HSC(I..C.S.E. BOARD) and with mathematics he managed to get 67% in his SSC(ISC BOARD) from ST. MARK’s COLLEGE, JHANSI. He was regularly nominated as the house captain and class prefect for various position in his school. He was a very good swimmer infact to be more precise a good diver from 10 meter and can always be found chatting with people. It seems like everyone knows him and though he happens to be one of the most naughtiest kid in the school.After getting selected for MARINE ENGINEERING AND RESEARCH INSTITUTE,CALCUTTA( affiliated to JADAVPUR UNIVERSITY,CALCUTTA)in the extended list of IIT-JEE, he went to study BACHELOR OF ENGINEERING (MARINE). There he participated in the 8.8 km Annual Cross Country Marathon,2000 and when he came 16th in that race, his perception about himself had totally changed. Then he realized that he can do things which he had never thought of. Then he got nominated for MEDICAL CADET and continued to serve the post for 3 years. He had also taken active participation in inter year cultural festival and won many accolades for it. This extracurricular activity took their price against his studies. Though he managed to get an overall 59.2% in his graduation. It seems like finally good days had arrived and he got selected for BARBER SHIP MANAGEMENT LTD as a TRAINEE ENGINEER OFFICER and worked for 4 months on a ship M.V.NOBLEZZA visiting various European ports. But the prophecy of uncertainity is still upon him and he can’t do justice to his job as he believes that this is not the kind of work he always wanted to do or assigned to do by who else THE GOD. Now driven by his creative(not sure)urge he had left the job and started what he is doing right now still exploring the journey to find at least himself.Now this time he wants to challenge his destiny and wants to go an analysis of himself. If u think that u know him then let him know and break his superfluous assumptions or otherwise just get lost…….in your own maze created by yourself……..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790979756096055740-3375118555839527014?l=fireinbelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3375118555839527014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790979756096055740&amp;postID=3375118555839527014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790979756096055740/posts/default/3375118555839527014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790979756096055740/posts/default/3375118555839527014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinbelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/perhaps-autobiography-akhil-sharma.html' title='Perhaps an  Autobiography-Akhil Sharma'/><author><name>AKHIL SHARMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03956478721452616133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMRXofZvb0/Sd9IdVPOXmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6Ravb4KjzeU/S220/IMG_0760.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
