This has been my orkut profile for 2 yrs(2006-08) .

ABOUT ME....
Thanks to Mr. Ravichandran Pillai(Registrar,Lakshadweep Union Territory Admin. Office, whom I never met) I know that im the 713281816th Indian born (Info Courtesy my Birth Certificate).N I m registered as 15546723th member of Orkut.
I have been named 4 times.Jyothi Prakash...Jyothi Prasad...Jyoti Prasad..N atlas Shishir Singh. I m not changing it anymore.

My dad is scientist, my mom a teacher, my sis is a PhD, my bro is a NIFT product..So technically a black sheep of the house but I still dream big coz I sleep alot.HEE HAA HAA

I love to read (training modules not included) movies,music,electricity,librans(my bro , my Best friends n Amitabh Bachchan r Librans),clean shitpots,tea,coffee n newspaper.I played Charlie Chaplin in fancy dress competition(class 5th) n still bearing the repurcusions.On holidays I brush at 4pm.I m good at writing shit n painting shit(This piece of shit is a proof of that).I wear wot my dad,sis,bro,mom n relative gift me so don’t judge me by my clothes. To b honest i do lie (for d same reasons that u lie).

I hate Pakistan as im an INDIAN(PUN involved).Coz of US I hate North Korea ,Iran and of course the US.I hate ekta kapoor n himesh reshammiya N all their fans.The best in me is my god n im my own demigod. AUTOMATA is a deadly subject(I flunked in it along with 87 out of 107 batchmates of mine so now I can trust 87 persons who will b there with me in my bad times).
For me "BEAUTY LIES IN THE EYES OF BE(ER)HOLDER".From orkut i learnt one thing "GALS LOVE DOGGYS N BILLIS "(For proof check out any gal's orkut album)

My thinking is a bouncer for most people. I think philosophy about life is overrated .Love is misunderstood. Truth is very random...reality is a pattern.....Eccentric genius without eccentricity is wot I like. Power of time is wot I aspire.
I know that in 2042 I ll b on d cover of TIME magazine for some reason. I would have holidayed in 38 nations by 2050 starting from 2012.
I try not to use words like ulfranym to prove my intelligence.I use KISS strategy for this.
At last words of tubelight wisdom
"Do not try to bend the spoon.Thats impossible.
instead only try to realise the truth.
There is no spoon.
then u ll see that its not the spoon that bends it is only urself"

Warning!!:
Dont use this against me I can be sarcastic.I have a sense of humour but I m better at sense of Hammer.

Note:
All copyrights of the work are registered under ShishirHardwork Co® and is subjected to the jurisdiction of Delhi High Court.

Post Script:
If the court doesn’t do anything then I ll sling your balls. If you are gal then don’t worry copy it , go ahead.. just tell ur friends about me.
Confession: There is no word like Ulfranym.
Check my blog out it is boring to common people though but intellect kinds would like it
http://crea8iveshishir.blogspot.com/

Live life by setting goals for yourself

Compared to what we ought to be ,our performance lags far behind our expectations.We utilise only a frction of our physical and mental powers.Man lives in a small region of really unlimited expanse of his potential energy.Though he is endowed with great powers,not desiring to utilise them,he remains disabled throughout his life.Like water in an earthen pot,men too act within the limits they set,not being aware of there potentialities and possibilities.
In my ripe old age I will say,"I have worked hard in my life".that is a review of life characterised by continuous effort,perseverence and relentless activity,undaunted encounter with difficulties and isolations.The success of our life depends on the way we live every moment.What do we have to say who have always postponed decicionmaking and hesitated to act at the end of their lives?
We follow the mirage,we chase a ghost leaving behind everything useful.
There could be many reasons, why dont have specific objective in life.You may not have been adequetly trained to identify your aptitude.Ill health and weakness could be acting as obstruction to your goal .you may be swinging and might not have pursued your goal with necessary devotion.Or perhaps you have no interest in the job or no proper qualification for it.Or,the failure in several walks in your life of life may have turned you into a pessimist.Scrutinise the way of your life.Think carefully and setup proper goals for your life.Life without goals moves aimlessly like a boat without rudder.
At the end to say the least ..Live strong..Learn basics..Keep Walking.
I m boozed while writing it but this peace of work is for those who are suffering from a hangover of there life time.i hope you listened to it and dint read it.

excerpts from the 2nd chapter ,China peak(Author ----Shishir Singh)
introduction of Ravi Singhania to the reader

It was still raining outside .Ravi and Alex heavily drenched were sitting on two plastic chairs which couldn't give them the comfort of a relaxing-chair or a sofa but atleast they had a seat.There clothes had a great mix of soil,bad odour and moisture.Ravi's toe was paining with cramps .He took off his shoes from his feet, with wrinkles ,which we see on the face of a man who is suffering pain, along with his socks which had moisture.The feet had gone white & pink and wrinkled due to the exposure to moisture,the sight that always amused Ravi.Hukum Singh served the tea for the two along with Aaloo Bhujiya.A sip and Ravi surrendered his body to the laws of gravity with his body lying loose and eyes staring at the roof.For next 15 seconds silence reigned quitelty with an exception of the sound of heavy rain that was falling.
"It was a great game indeed" said Alex breaking the verbal silence.
"yeah it was...it was"replied the most popular mid-fielder of the St. Joseph Football team with a tired sigh."All is well that ends well".
"yeah ..indeed...First red card to Siddharth then 2 goals by St. Joseph's boys ,when matter were not worse the Rain god added to the masala"summarising last three hours in two sentences.
"Someone up above these clouds is enjoying his primetime show and I can bet that this show is very popular ".
Both laughing on the stuff that Ravi just made out.Typical of him,this is what made Ravi charming apart from soccer.
"Tommorow is the prize distribution ceremony and Alex ....I can surely say that this time around you are The player of the tournament"."Don't know but what I know is that we are the champs of the Nainital hills again,the guy's of Sherwood's are yet again at the China Peak after three years"
Hukum Singh broke the conversation."Ravi Baba ,your hot bath is ready".
Ravi grabbed the towel from the hands of Hukum Singh and went inside the bath room shutting the doors from inside.After few seconds he opened the door again and shouted ,"Hukum ....HUKUM!!!"Hukum hurriedly came to attend Ravi,"Yes Baba".
"My shoes are lying outside ,near the chair, where i was sitting .They are quite dirty and are drenched with rain water,so clean them and keep them on the shoe shelf.You know they are my favourite shoes".said Ravi from the half opened door of the bathroom ,smiling when he said the last sentence.
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Suddenly,with a sonic burst an eyeblinding light flashed in front of him.

"I need a beer,I dont have money ,Dude !!!please buy me a beer or whisky".said Sahil ,a guy who never touched any form of Alcohol.

Samarth jerked his work on computer to a standstill.He knew that Sahil was on a low but somewhere before these words came out from the mouth of Sahil ,He thought it would not be that bad.But Sahil today was at the bed of the ocean feeling all the pressure of the sea above.

Sahil told him a month back " On the eve of Priya's wedding,I will taste some alcohol".Those words were taken lightly by Samarth who was drinking at the time when Sahil said this.But Samarth made up his mind that in no circumstances should Sahil drink on 28th November.

"You know sahil that I am broke too otherwise ,I would have loved to join another member to the Boozer's club".replied Samarth.

"No ,I need something .....please..Please... PLEASE give me the money"cried Sahil.

"Buddy,I do NOT have MONEY"then Samarth resumed his work on the computer.Sahil silently left the room to go to the balcony of the flat thinking no one understands his feelings,no one cares about his well being.It was cold out there and silence of the night was adding the sorrow to it.Standing there with his elbow placed at platform ,he could visualise what was happening right now at MukutMahal,the venue which Mr K.L.Singh chose for his daughter's wedding.

Suddenly emotions broke out from his eyes while simultaneously settling himself at the corner of the wall of the balcony.Crying all alone.

Samart still working on the computer but was low on concentration after what happened .Yet good enough to work efficiently on the project that was deadlined two days from today but Sahil was worrying him.
He stood from the chair and slowly took a round of the flat in search of Sahil all to discover him crying in the balcony.

"Sahil !!!??"whispered Samarth"What happened????...................Come..Come lets go inside".

"Its ok "replied Sahil.

"NO,Its not ok"said Samarth bit arrogantly grabbing Sahil's hand and forcefully taking him in.Sahil was still crying.


To be continued..........................