<?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-36526399</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:47:14.611+05:30</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='reservation'/><category term='corporate lingos'/><category term='Social'/><category term='Cartoon'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='monkeys'/><category term='assholes'/><category term='budget'/><category term='Churchgate'/><category term='drink'/><category term='wait'/><category term='Travelogue'/><category term='trivia'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Wine'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Trips by the Idle Brain'/><category term='C D Deshmukh'/><category term='forwards'/><category term='Eve Times'/><title type='text'>Shubhojit's page</title><subtitle type='html'>The way I feel about things...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-9118975358293752683</id><published>2010-06-10T01:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:33:09.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Bhopal Gas verdict!!! The Shame of Indian society!!</title><content type='html'>Just thinking about the country we live in. The state escorts the killer out of the country and declares him absconding while the poor man, battered and bruised, continues to suffer.  Judgement arrives 25 years later only to mock at their helplesness.&lt;br /&gt;Insolence at its peak with the supposedly educated and non political leader of the country pushing to introduce a legislation seeking to limit damages paid for causing loss to life. The country still votes them back to power 2 times in a row. No wonder we were slaves for over 200 years. No wonder human life is so cheap here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-9118975358293752683?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/9118975358293752683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=9118975358293752683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/9118975358293752683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/9118975358293752683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2010/06/bhopal-gas-verdict-shame-of-indian.html' title='Bhopal Gas verdict!!! The Shame of Indian society!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-2041110472513064149</id><published>2009-11-18T00:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:18:26.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Attempt at getting back</title><content type='html'>Been a good 2 years since I wrote my last post. Blogspot and other blog sites being blocked in office makes it all the more difficult to pen down thoughts. Add to that the fact that the world is getting busier, our gadgets getting smaller and blogging going shorter with tweeting.&lt;br /&gt;But I do hope to post some updates once a while. Have lost touch with all my blog friends and thats sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-2041110472513064149?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/2041110472513064149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=2041110472513064149&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2041110472513064149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2041110472513064149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2009/11/attempt-at-getting-back.html' title='Attempt at getting back'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-8647185099550711120</id><published>2007-07-27T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:30:35.960+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bachelor Boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Heard this song on FM today. An old favorite this Cliff Richard number. And I couldn't help but wondering that this is exactly how i feel about myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As time goes by I propably willMeet a girl and fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then Ill get married have a wife and a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And theyll be my turtle doves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But until then Ill be a bachelor boy and thats the way Ill stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Happy to be a bachelor boy,Until my dyin day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But until then Ill be a bachelor boy and thats the way Ill stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Happy to be a bachelor boy,Until my dyin day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-8647185099550711120?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/8647185099550711120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=8647185099550711120&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/8647185099550711120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/8647185099550711120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/07/bachelor-boy.html' title='Bachelor Boy!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-2263744885393990706</id><published>2007-07-10T18:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:24:04.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>A Call to Mumbai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Reposting an old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://mumbaidying.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;which got lost somewhere. As we enter the dawn of the first anniversary of the bomb blasts in Mumbai, i recall the horrifying experience Bomayites went through on that day. With cell phone networks jammed(the police said they did it to prevent rumours), local trains(the lifeline of Mumbai) out of gear and fear gripping the city, it was probably only the spirit of togetherness which saw the city through. Driving at 12 in the night, with 3 of my female colleagues to be dropped home, I still reckon it to be the worst traffic jam I've ever encountered in my 6 years of stay in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But did the city come to a standstill? It did not. Reams of print have been devoted to this 'never say die' spirit of Bombay. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But why did Mumbai not come to a standstill?&lt;/span&gt; Not because its fearless but because it had no option. Bombay is not only about the financial conglomerates which operate from here. Bombay is about the vada pav vendor in front of the colleges &amp; stations. About the pav bhaji waala in the chowpathis. About the little devils we call autoricks across the entire stretch of the suburbs. About those in innumerable odd job doers who cannot afford to miss a single day at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can every disaster be passed off as the undying spirit of Mumbai? Will the city ever wake up and say "Enuf is enuf". Will we ever tell our magnanimous CM who commits 50lacs to marathi NRIs(who dont need it) to get his act together. Will the Bombayite stand up and demand a CM who will govern like Narendra Modi or be progressive like Chandrababu Naidu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Another year passes by. And we will conveniently forget all the victims, their families, their sorrow and say we have moved on. Will we ever learn to remember.....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-2263744885393990706?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/2263744885393990706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=2263744885393990706&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2263744885393990706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2263744885393990706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/07/call-to-mumbai.html' title='A Call to Mumbai!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-6822537610426628660</id><published>2007-07-10T18:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:35:41.069+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Of Punchlines!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Seen at a local, shabby Chinese joint near Borivali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Our competitors are only in China"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-6822537610426628660?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/6822537610426628660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=6822537610426628660&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6822537610426628660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6822537610426628660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-punchlines.html' title='Of Punchlines!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-3885187279393031064</id><published>2007-07-04T18:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:18:05.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Importance of Stamina!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Did you go to the gym"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Nope! I've been missing gym for some days now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Thats bad! You shouldn't do that. Women want men who have good stamina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Stamina! For what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Didn't u see Cheeni Kum? How Tabu tests Amitabh's stamina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Oh come on. He was 64. I'm less than even half his age"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"But but still. Whats the harm if u develop better stamina. Women get impressed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Hmmm... I didnt know that so much goes into wooing women. I think its better to get married to a guy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"My husband also says the same thing :). Women are complicated"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-3885187279393031064?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/3885187279393031064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=3885187279393031064&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3885187279393031064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3885187279393031064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/07/importance-of-stamina.html' title='Importance of Stamina!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-3928924382438097979</id><published>2007-07-04T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:09:33.520+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Bless the Roads!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She - U know that road leading from my house to Hiranandani? Its bad, terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He - How bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She - So bad that if a pregnant woman were to travel on that road, she'll deliver the baby there&lt;br /&gt;itself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they both burst out laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;N.B. - Hiranandani is an area near IIT Bombay and is one of the most developed areas too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-3928924382438097979?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/3928924382438097979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=3928924382438097979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3928924382438097979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3928924382438097979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/07/bless-roads.html' title='Bless the Roads!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-402295574396004963</id><published>2007-07-03T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:17:53.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>The Corporate World!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Two guys were hiking through the jungle when they spotted a tiger that looked both hungry and fast. One of the guys reached into his pack and pulled out a pair of Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend looked at him "Do you really think those shoes are going to make you run faster than that tiger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to run faster than that tiger, his friend replied. "I just have to run faster than you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the corporate world!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-402295574396004963?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/402295574396004963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=402295574396004963&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/402295574396004963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/402295574396004963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/07/corporate-world.html' title='The Corporate World!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-1321337745290284291</id><published>2007-06-29T11:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:03:34.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Innocence!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"What will you have for breakfast?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Anything. Whatever you give me". The eyes had so much innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Have you ever tasted Maggi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Fine, have maggi today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I liked Maggi. Will you give me again today!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Still the eyes filled with innocence.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-1321337745290284291?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/1321337745290284291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=1321337745290284291&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1321337745290284291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1321337745290284291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/innocence.html' title='Innocence!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-887365641503160889</id><published>2007-06-29T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:49:49.473+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>My Sexy Name!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;align="center"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Sexy Hunk Unreservedly Bestowing Hot Orgasms and Joyful, Intense Touches" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/roseskull-m-SHUBHOJIT.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Your Sexy Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-887365641503160889?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/887365641503160889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=887365641503160889&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/887365641503160889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/887365641503160889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-sexy-name.html' title='My Sexy Name!!! :)'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-4644504614272266923</id><published>2007-06-27T14:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:22.806+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Where the Land meets the Sea!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This Sunday was the typical family Sunday which started with lunch at 'Samrat'(Churchgate) and then a trip to the Gateway of India. We also visited Nariman Point &amp; Worli seaface to witness the amazing sight of the fury of the sea with waves lashing against the high walls of the shores. Some snaps which I managed with my cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RoIoh1XPnuI/AAAAAAAAADM/gzuc_Kg5JsI/s1600-h/The+Gateway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080667891352706786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RoIoh1XPnuI/AAAAAAAAADM/gzuc_Kg5JsI/s320/The+Gateway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RoIoiFXPnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/7bX8tC4ZqMc/s1600-h/The+waves+splashing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080667895647674098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RoIoiFXPnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/7bX8tC4ZqMc/s320/The+waves+splashing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RoIoiFXPnwI/AAAAAAAAADc/XpoN8vixpVg/s1600-h/The+sea+of+humanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080667895647674114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RoIoiFXPnwI/AAAAAAAAADc/XpoN8vixpVg/s320/The+sea+of+humanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The gateway has been closed for the monsoons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so you can only view it from the promenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Taj overlooking the sea&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/36526399-4644504614272266923?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/4644504614272266923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=4644504614272266923&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4644504614272266923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4644504614272266923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-land-meets-sea.html' title='Where the Land meets the Sea!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RoIoh1XPnuI/AAAAAAAAADM/gzuc_Kg5JsI/s72-c/The+Gateway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-4872105247906338711</id><published>2007-06-26T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:00:58.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Of Facts &amp; Fatwas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Read some time back about a fatwa being issued in Egypt. It was regarding working women &amp;amp; was issued by Mabruk Attia, a professor of theology at Egypt's Islamic Al Azhar university and this is how it went -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Since working women spent time with male co-workers who are unknown people, if they breast fed the male co-worker five times then theres a family bond established and the male is no longer an unknown person. This way the Islamic rule of which forbids an unknown man and a woman from working together is not violated"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Outrageous as it may be, but I could not help from looking at the humourous side of it -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. The professor who issued that edict, did he have a fetish of breast feeding? And was he r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;efused by his wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. If there are 5 males working with a woman and she goes ahead and honour the fatwa which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;means breast feeding 5*5 =25 times and then two of them resign and there are 2 new joinees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;then what? The cycle starts again? What if its an industry with a high turnover rate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Does this also apply to her boss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. What if she's in a job which requires a lot of client interaction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"When you walk into a government building, you should not be shocked to find a 50-year-old civil servant suckling his colleague," the independent daily Al Dustur said ironically after the fatwa was issued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well good sense prevailed in the country where the fatwa was denounced and the professor retracted his fatwa. Guess when these people will start treating women as equals!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-4872105247906338711?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/4872105247906338711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=4872105247906338711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4872105247906338711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4872105247906338711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-facts-fatwas.html' title='Of Facts &amp; Fatwas!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-1031686542219957728</id><published>2007-06-21T16:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:59:01.330+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Give a Thought to Kashmiri Pandits!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Its quite late to talk about this topic as many would say but what compelled me to pen this is the NDTV programme on Kashmiri Pandits last nite. In the war of the nations its the Pandits who have suffered the most. Uprooted from their land, from their heritage, a 'refugee' in their own country with no one to stand by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In my view it all started way back during partition. And the one responsible - another Kashmiri Pandit. Yes the first Prime Minister of the country. The dandy, colourful, charismatic personality for whom the Prime Minister's post was more important than the country itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- First the partition for which he was equally responsible besides Jinnah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Second his refusal for a plebiscite. It was Shyama Prasad Mukherjee's proposal to settle the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;people displaced by partition in Kashmir and hold the referendum. Nehru obviously felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;threatened by his growing stature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That was the beginning of the strife in Kashmir which today is on the verge of being split from the country. The 'Heaven on Earth' has slowly and painfully graduated to 'Hell on Earth'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;90's was the worst time for the Pandits. It was the beginning of the open undeclared war by Islamic fundamentalists for Kashmir and the Pandits became the biggest casualty. Close to 400000 pandits were forced to flee their houses and today live in transit camps across the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;What went against the Pandits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Too few in number (As per last figure its 700000).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Too less representation in politics &amp;amp; power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Even though groups like Panun Kashmir exist still they're not big enough or powerful enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. And ofcourse the apathy of the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;With so much stacked against them, the Kashmiri Pandits are waging an already lost battle. Pandits have given illustrious personalities to the country. From Aryabhat to Kalidas and Nehru to Karan Singh, Kashmiri Pandits at one point of time represented the upper echelons of the Kashmiri civil service and were the most higly educated members of Kashmiri society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But years of living in transit camps with a subsistence of as low as Rs. 3200, the Pandits today face a among others some immediate problems which require urgent remedial steps to be taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- The community today faces extinction for lack of a base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Years of living in unhygenic circumstances in transit camps has taken a toll on the fertility &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;numbers of the Pandits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The birth rate has significantly reduced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If today the Pandit takes up arms against the government and society, are they really to blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But with the dwindling population, peaceful nature and an insignificant representation, even this is not an option for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;While writing this piece i thought of many solutions for their plight. In my opinion, the best option would be to relocate them in a state like Uttaranchal or Himachal which is not so densely populated and also lags in education and progress. That will give the Pandits to re-establish them in the mainstream with proper jobs and security and will give them the a platform to continue their fight for their lost land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-1031686542219957728?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/1031686542219957728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=1031686542219957728&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1031686542219957728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1031686542219957728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/give-thought-to-kashmiri-pandits.html' title='Give a Thought to Kashmiri Pandits!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7359611981907480423</id><published>2007-06-21T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:23.022+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Whats Anal Glaucoma???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RnpgBp_wySI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q4EzqZGbpAk/s1600-h/ANALGLAUCOMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078477111383083298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RnpgBp_wySI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q4EzqZGbpAk/s400/ANALGLAUCOMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7359611981907480423?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7359611981907480423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7359611981907480423&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7359611981907480423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7359611981907480423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-anal-glaucoma.html' title='Whats Anal Glaucoma???'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RnpgBp_wySI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q4EzqZGbpAk/s72-c/ANALGLAUCOMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7916597970552657876</id><published>2007-06-19T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:43:06.926+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eve Times'/><title type='text'>Training courses are now available for women!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have been reading a few posts on 'Adam Times' and thought that an introductory 'Eve Times' is due :). So here we go with a few basic firsts -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Silence, the Final Frontier: Where No Woman Has Gone Before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. The Undiscovered Side of Banking: Making Deposits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Parties: Going Without New Outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Communication Skills I: Tears - The Last Resort, not the First.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Communication Skills II: Thinking Before Speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;6. Communication Skills III: Getting What you Want Without Nagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;7. Driving a Car Safely: A Skill You CAN Acquire!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;8. Telephone Skills: How to Hang Up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;9. Introduction to Parking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;10. Advanced Parking: Backing Into a Space!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;11. Compliments: Accepting Them Gracefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;12. Classic Clothing: Wearing Outfits You Already Have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;13. Oil and Gas: Your Car Needs Both!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;14. TV Remotes: For Men Only!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P. S. - I did not invest any time or effort to come up with this. This came as a forward from a generous female friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7916597970552657876?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7916597970552657876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7916597970552657876&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7916597970552657876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7916597970552657876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/training-courses-are-now-available-for.html' title='Training courses are now available for women!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-5131171963232947788</id><published>2007-06-19T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:43:59.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Haircut !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just came across this amazing piece of sound work (popularly known as 3D-Sound). Click on the link and hear it using your headphone (its must). Perhaps the effect is better once you close your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Getting a bit technical, it's a sample of binaural audio, where the two microphones are used to record a stereo track at just the location where your ears are. It's a good example of Holophonics - a form of binaural sound recording using a dummy head arrangement which is best heard on headphones. I bet you would like to listen it more than once.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://david-heron.me.uk/blog/2007/04/08/virtual-barbershop/" href="http://david-heron.me.uk/blog/2007/04/08/virtual-barbershop/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://david- heron.me. uk/blog/2007/ 04/08/virtual- barbershop/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-5131171963232947788?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/5131171963232947788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=5131171963232947788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5131171963232947788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5131171963232947788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/amazing-haircut.html' title='Amazing Haircut !!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-6918038845260269183</id><published>2007-06-19T12:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:54:22.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Ways to stop those telemarketing calls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another interesting forward which came to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. After the telemarketer finishes speaking, ask him/her to marry you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Tell the telemarketer you are busy at the moment, and ask him/her, if he/she will give you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;his/her home phone number so you can call him/her back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Ask them to repeat everything they say, several times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Tell them it is dinner time, BUT ask if they would please hold. Put them on your speaker p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hone while you continue to eat at your leisure. Smack your food loudly and continue with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;your dinner conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Tell them that all business goes through your agent, and hand the phone to your five year old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;6. Tell them you are hard of hearing and that they need to speak up.... louder...louder. ..louder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;7. Tell them to speak very slowly because you want to write every word down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;8. If they start out with, "How are you today?", say "I'm so glad you asked, because no one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;these days seems to care, and I have all these problems.... ........." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;9. Cry out in surprise, "Helen, is that you? I've been hoping you'd call! How is the family?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When they insist they are not Helen, tell them to stop joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This works especially well if the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;telemarketer is really MALE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;10. Tell the ICICI call center guy to call on your Office number.- and give him the HSBC call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;center number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-6918038845260269183?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/6918038845260269183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=6918038845260269183&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6918038845260269183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6918038845260269183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/ways-to-stop-those-telemarketing-calls.html' title='Ways to stop those telemarketing calls!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-1585008235329257885</id><published>2007-06-07T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:07:32.018+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Amitabh Unplugged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Was watching ' Don' , the original one, a few days back and couldn't miss the cheeky one liners which used to be the hallmark of most Bachhan movies. Started thinking of all the one liners which have made his movies a treat to watch. Some of them I could recollect -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Numero Uno -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Aaj mere paas bangla hai, gadi hai, bank balance hai, tumhaare paas kya hai? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" Mere paas maa hai!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Close Second -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" Aaj khush to bahut hoge tum" Amitabh entering the temple for the first time in life to pray for his mother's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Equally Memorable -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bhai tum sign karoge ki nahin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Jao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; pehle us aadmi ka sign leke aao ........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of Self Respect -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" Main aaj bhi pheke hue paise nahin leta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All the above from the landmark 'Deewar' and have assumed near cult status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Principles Never Compromised -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;" Yeh mera usool hai ki main ghar mein ghus ke hi maarta hoon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;From Shaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who Am I -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Rishtey mein to hum tumhaare baap lagte hai, naam hai Shahenshah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who Am I again - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Vijay Deenanath Chauhan. Baap ka naam Deenanath Chauhan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This one from Agneepath is memorable for the the dialogue delivery and execution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who were they -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Ek woh chaar they aur ek aap chaar ho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;From Sharaabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And there are so many of them. Please add up to the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-1585008235329257885?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/1585008235329257885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=1585008235329257885&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1585008235329257885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1585008235329257885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/amitabh-unpluggeda.html' title='Amitabh Unplugged!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7942249407619161499</id><published>2007-06-07T11:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:55:00.817+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Still Searching!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My orkut fortune of the day -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;" You and your wife will live a happy life together!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But where's my wife? Probably orkut knows better where to find her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7942249407619161499?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7942249407619161499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7942249407619161499&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7942249407619161499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7942249407619161499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-searching.html' title='Still Searching!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-4345473486879516193</id><published>2007-05-31T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:06:11.977+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>BMW - Hit &amp; Run!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;NDTV's recent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20070013874"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;expose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; on subversion of the legal system doesn't really come as a surprise to me. The very fact that all the witnesses turned hostile pointed to collusion and power play in all high profile cases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This ofcourse is not an isolated case. We've had Jessica Lal, Nitish Katara and Priyadarshini Mattoo cases where the rich have used money, muscle and power to subvent the legal system to their advantage. Then again we have so many unknown cases where this happens everyday but never comes to limelight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Are the rich and powerful the only people responsible. Well I think there are a few more who are responsible -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lawyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like Ram Jethmalani who take up cases of Manu Sharma despite knowing that he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    committed the crime. Now I know conservatives will get up say that every person has a right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    to be defended and is not guilty until proven so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    But isn't this exactly the first step towards manupilation of the judicial system. When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    renowned counsels take up a case, they have a reputation to keep. A winning habit to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    maintain. And thats when witnesses are threatened, coerced or eliminated to strengthen their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    Lawyers know everything about their clients. Should there not be a provision for punishing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    the counsel if it comes to be known that he/she was aware of their client's involvement in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    the crime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Politicians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -  Ah! the favorite punching bag of all. We curse them, cry foul over their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;     antics but never do anything beyond that. Isn't it time that we start a revolution demanding a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;     review of the judicial system. Infact a review of the constitution itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witnesses &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;like Sayan Munshi. Who despite being influential in the society, turn hostile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There can be so many other reasons too but these are the ones which come to my mind immediately. Is there a solution in sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There is !!! A rovolution. A long due revolution. To herald a new dawn. To revamp the system. To cleanse the mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And it starts with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-4345473486879516193?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/4345473486879516193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=4345473486879516193&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4345473486879516193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4345473486879516193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/bmw-hit-run.html' title='BMW - Hit &amp; Run!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-4815970575040482018</id><published>2007-05-30T18:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:39:54.584+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Unforgiven!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Forgiveness is a great virtue! Why don't you forgive her?" She was trying hard to reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgiveness is the refuge of cowards! I forgive mistakes but not blunders. I also don't forgive&lt;br /&gt;people who cheat, who take me for granted..." he thundered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the rebel in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Times have changed" under her breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-4815970575040482018?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/4815970575040482018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=4815970575040482018&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4815970575040482018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4815970575040482018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/unforgiven.html' title='Unforgiven!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7219947906687369287</id><published>2007-05-29T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:40:33.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Camouflaged by Rains!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He likes the rains. The heavy downpours particularly. Standing all alone while the drops ravage the soil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The tears flow slowly. And the drops wash them away. Tears of grief, sorrow, melancholy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;These are emotions not to be displayed publicly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So while the rains camouflage the tears washing away the grief, he returns back to the world he belongs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No one has an inkling that he also sheds tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7219947906687369287?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7219947906687369287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7219947906687369287&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7219947906687369287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7219947906687369287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/camouflaged-by-rains.html' title='Camouflaged by Rains!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-3427860738737858523</id><published>2007-05-24T16:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:41:07.993+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Nonsense Talk!</title><content type='html'>Do you know what was the menu at mine and your dad's marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Did u'll invite me to the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we missed inviting you. Where were you at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont remember. Will tell you once I recall :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-3427860738737858523?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/3427860738737858523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=3427860738737858523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3427860738737858523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3427860738737858523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/nonsense-talk.html' title='Nonsense Talk!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-673611387347186835</id><published>2007-05-23T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:42:04.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Driving in Bangalore / India</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Inspired by the &lt;a href="http://piyadebose.blogspot.com/2007/05/toast-to-jams-of-bangalore.html"&gt;DreamCatcher's post on Traffic jams &lt;/a&gt;in Bangalore, I thought of throwing some additional insights on driving in India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This hilarious article was written by a Dutchman who spent two years in Bangalore, India, as a visiting expert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For the benefit of every Tom, Dick and Harry visiting India and daring to drive on Indian roads, I am offering a few hints for survival. They are applicable to every place in India except Bihar , where life outside a vehicle is only marginally safer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where you do your best, and leave the results to your insurance company. The hints are as follows: Do we drive on the left or right of the road? The answer is 'both'. Basically you start on the left of the road, unless it is occupied. In that case, go to the right, unless that is also occupied. Then proceed by occupying the next available gap, as in chess. Just trust your instincts, ascertain the direction, and proceed. Adherence to road rules leads to much misery and occasional fatality. Most drivers don't drive, but just aim their vehicles in the generally intended direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't you get discouraged or underestimate yourself except for a belief in reincarnation; the other drivers are not in any better position. Don't stop at pedestrian crossings just because some fool wants to cross the road. You may do so only if you enjoy being bumped in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pedestrians have been strictly instructed to cross only when traffic is moving slowly or has come to a dead stop because some minister is in town. Still some idiot may try to wade across, but then, let us not talk ill of the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Blowing your horn is not a sign of protest as in some countries. We horn to express joy, resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust (two brisk blasts),or just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of the bazaar. Keep informative books in the glove compartment. You may read them during traffic jams, while awaiting the chief minister's motorcade, or waiting for the rainwater to recede when over ground traffic meets underground drainage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Occasionally you might see what looks like a UFO with blinking colored lights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminated bus, full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. These pilgrims go at breakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty, often meeting with success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi):&lt;/strong&gt; The result of a collision between a rickshaw and an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;automobile, this three-wheeled vehicle works on an external combustion engine that runs on a mixture of kerosene oil and creosote. This triangular vehicle carries iron rods, gas cylinders or passengers three times its weight and dimension, at an unspecified fare. After careful geometric calculations, children are folded and packed into these auto rickshaws until some children in the periphery are not in contact with the vehicle at all. Then their school bags are pushed into the microscopic gaps all round so those minor collisions with other vehicles on the road cause no permanent damage. Of course, the peripheral children are charged half the fare and also learn Newton's laws of motion enroute to school. Auto-rickshaw drivers follow the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur, and are licensed to irritate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mopeds:&lt;/strong&gt; The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes noise like an electric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of petrol and travels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road are too rough for a ride, the moped drivers tend to drive in the middle of the road; they would rather drive under heavier vehicles instead of around them and are often 'mopped' off the tarmac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaning Tower of Passes:&lt;/strong&gt; Most bus passengers are given free passes and during rush hours, there is absolute mayhem. There are passengers hanging off other passengers, who in turn hang off the railings and the overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws of gravity but obeying laws of surface tension. As drivers get paid for overload (so many Rupees per kg of passenger), no questions are ever asked. Steer clear of these buses by a width of three passengers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One-way Street:&lt;/strong&gt; These boards are put up by traffic people to add jest in their otherwise drab lives. Don't stick to the literal meaning and proceed in one direction. In metaphysical terms, it means that you cannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as you like, in reverse throughout, if you are the fussy type. Least I sound hypercritical, I must add a positive point also. Rash and fast driving in residential areas has been prevented by providing a 'speed breaker'; two for each house. This mound, incidentally, covers the water and drainage pipes for that residence and is left untarred for easy identification by the corporation authorities, should they want to recover the pipe for year-end accounting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Night driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience for those with the mental make up of Genghis Khan. In a way, it is like playing Russian roulette, because you do not know who amongst the drivers is loaded. What looks like premature dawn on the horizon turns out to be a truck attempting a speed record. On encountering it, just pull partly into the field adjoining the road until the phenomenon passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Our roads do not have shoulders, but occasional boulders. Do not blink your lights expecting reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truck is the driver, and with the peg of illicit arrack (alcohol) he has had at the last stop, his total cerebral functions add up to little more than a naught. Truck drivers are the James Bonds of India, and are licensed to kill. Often you may encounter a single powerful beam of light about six feet above the ground. This is not a super motorbike, but a truck approaching you with a single light on, usually the left one. It could be the right one, but never get too close to investigate. You may prove your point posthumously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-673611387347186835?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/673611387347186835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=673611387347186835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/673611387347186835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/673611387347186835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/driving-in-bangalore-india.html' title='Driving in Bangalore / India'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7202218722924300022</id><published>2007-05-21T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:43:12.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Time Flies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Without realising it, I completed 2 years with the organisation on May 16. A mail in the morning from the Global Risk Head &amp;amp; President brought me to the realisation. Phew! Time is deceptive. On some occasions it takes ages for a moment to pass while on others it just flies by. This is what my big bosses wrote to me -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Congratulations on completing 2 years with FT. All the best. You have been doing a splendid job with us - thanks for all the good work. What else should we be doing to ensure you retire from here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Retire from here!!! Too optimistic boss. But let me list out a few things which may lure me -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Stock Otptions - $10 millions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. How about a Rolls? A Lamborghini or BMW will also do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. A holiday house in Bahamas or Geneva. Even Mauritius will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. A 10 bedroom sea-facing apartment at Juhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. Atleast a million dollars in bonuses every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Another million a year in salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Five premium club memberships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. A week's paid holiday every six months to any detination worldwide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I think I'll stop at it now. The list will become too long. These are just some of the things which will ensure that I retire from here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7202218722924300022?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7202218722924300022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7202218722924300022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7202218722924300022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7202218722924300022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-1091989793617418895</id><published>2007-05-17T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:43:49.212+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>I'll Cry Instead!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The lyrics from "I'll cry instead" have always touched a chord with me. And whenever those sad times come up, I go back to this wonderful Lennon composition to take my grief away. Did Lennon have the gift to see the future? How else would he know that these are exactly the words which express what I feel. No wonder Beatles is my all time favourite band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beatles - I'll Cry Instead Lyrics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got every reason on earth to be mad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'cause I've justLost the only girl I had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I could get my way, I'd getMyself locked up today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but I can't so I cry instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got a chip on my shoulder that's bigger than my feet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I Can't talk to people that I meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I could see you now,I'd try to make you sad somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but I can't so I cry instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Don't want to cry when there's people there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I get shy whenThey start to stare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm gonna hide myself away, ay hay;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I'll come back again someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And when I do you'd better hide all the girls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm gonnaBreak their hearts all 'round the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yes, I'm gonnaBreak them in two, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and show you what your loving man canDo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;until then I'll cry instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-1091989793617418895?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/1091989793617418895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=1091989793617418895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1091989793617418895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1091989793617418895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/ill-cry-instead.html' title='I&apos;ll Cry Instead!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-4474790192777905153</id><published>2007-05-16T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:23.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Dilbert's Theory on Resume Making!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Rkrt1pWNJ-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ccRnMHGWKCQ/s1600-h/D1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065122236819384290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Rkrt1pWNJ-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ccRnMHGWKCQ/s320/D1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-4474790192777905153?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/4474790192777905153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=4474790192777905153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4474790192777905153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4474790192777905153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/dilberts-theory-on-resume-making.html' title='Dilbert&apos;s Theory on Resume Making!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Rkrt1pWNJ-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ccRnMHGWKCQ/s72-c/D1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-5555805241930081670</id><published>2007-05-16T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:51:14.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Hard Facts!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first andHonest people are screwed first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;" Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody. ! It will destroy you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no Friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Books are as useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a blind person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275 BC) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Experience is a Wonderful Thing. It Enables You to Recognise a Mistake, Everytime You Repeat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-5555805241930081670?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/5555805241930081670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=5555805241930081670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5555805241930081670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5555805241930081670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/hard-facts.html' title='Hard Facts!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7630214194005823352</id><published>2007-05-10T18:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:51:50.131+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Wrong Signals!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I did a heavy workout yesterday and then sat for long in the steam chamber &amp;amp; the water in the shower was also hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Being summers I was only in my shorts once I reached home. Went to the kitchen and all of a sudden mom noticed something and this is the conversation we had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mom : What's there on your back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me : What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mom : Red marks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me : Where? Like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mom: Like scratch marks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I could detect her tone turning slightly accusing. I looked at her and said "Must be the hot shower"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thought for a second of telling her that a virgin can't have scratch marks from a coital experience she suspected but then I thought why not allow her thoughts also to drift. It'll be fun to know what she would think of her son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And then on second thought I realised that its good that I'm not married. Had that been my wife then it would have been hell in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So much for reading wrong signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7630214194005823352?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7630214194005823352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7630214194005823352&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7630214194005823352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7630214194005823352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/wrong-signals.html' title='Wrong Signals!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-6225237530361113150</id><published>2007-05-09T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:56:11.808+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips by the Idle Brain'/><title type='text'>All about Shubhojit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Blame it on Shreyasi's latest post. I also got inquisitive about myself. 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By 10.30 we had checked out of the hotel and were on our way to the first destination – Guru Shikhar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guru Shikhar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Covering nearly 7 kms of hilly coal tarred road we finally reached Guru Shikhar. At an altitude of 5,676 feet (1722 meters), is the highest point in Rajasthan. Guru Shikhar has an amazing view of Mt Abu and the surrounding peaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Before our ascent to the top began we had breakfast. With the altitude, climbing up was difficult and both me and my friend blamed it on the white stick (cigarette). But once we realized that everyone around was panting, it dawned on us that it’s the air pressure which was making breathing difficult. We reached the top of the peak to be welcomed by a cool strong breeze and a beautiful view of the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062147355898533394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkBcMyUD1hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HAmL86RonRk/s200/Mt+Abu+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The peak has a temple of Dattatreya, an incarnation of Lord Vishnu. There is a huge brass bell outside the shrine, that overlooks the lush greenery of Mount Abu. A little to the north-west of it is another peak on which stands the shrine of Ahilya, the mother of Dattatreya. The landscape of surrounding plains from the high peaks is simply breathtaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkBdkyUD1jI/AAAAAAAAACE/0ZwmI9YalHk/s1600-h/Ringin-the-bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062148867727021618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkBdkyUD1jI/AAAAAAAAACE/0ZwmI9YalHk/s200/Ringin-the-bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkBc5yUD1iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zVcfWlhryac/s1600-h/Atop-Guru-Shikhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062148128992646690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkBc5yUD1iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zVcfWlhryac/s200/Atop-Guru-Shikhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062150061727929922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkBeqSUD1kI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z2O7_rS_65k/s200/Mt-Abu-034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On top of Guru Shikhar,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; The Dattatreya temple and &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Huge Bell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;There’s another temple below which looks magnificent from the top. My colleague in office commented that it looked like the temple in the movie "Border".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062151427527530066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkBf5yUD1lI/AAAAAAAAACU/dJxuU5yrWfc/s200/Mt-Abu-039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We were racing against time since I had to take a train from Ahmedabad back to Mumbai so we decided to skip a few not so important sites and head straight for the world famous Delwara Temples .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Delwara Temples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had to deposit our cameras and cell phones at the locker room since photography was strictly prohibited. The temple opens at 7 in the morning for Jains and at 12 noon for the general public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Delwara temples were built between 11th and 13th century AD and dedicated to Jain Tirthankaras. The temple is a cluster of 5 temples of which the Vimal Vashi temple is the oldest. There’s an interesting fable as to how the name Delwara came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"During the time the temple was being constructed, the scrap used to be accumulated at the end of the day and thrown out. Using that scrap the local artists created another temple which was bigger than the original ones. Since these artists worked from their heart i.e "Dil Se" and not for money it came to be known as "Dilwala" which in Gujrati translates to ‘Delwara’!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;These temples are one the finest examples of ancient Indian Temple Architecture. Built in marble and chiselled to perfection, the carvings rivals that of the more illustrious "Taj Mahal". The image below has been taken from &lt;a href="http://www.mountabu.com/"&gt;www.mountabu.com&lt;/a&gt; and just illustrates a bit of the beauty and elegance of the carvings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkFp0SUD1mI/AAAAAAAAACc/95SjDw-ZEUI/s1600-h/del2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062443803131237986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkFp0SUD1mI/AAAAAAAAACc/95SjDw-ZEUI/s200/del2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkFqDyUD1nI/AAAAAAAAACk/OjVSwl9iXi8/s1600-h/del9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062444069419210354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkFqDyUD1nI/AAAAAAAAACk/OjVSwl9iXi8/s200/del9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The carvings on the dome have 3 layers. Each layer represents different sculpture and it has been carved from single stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Another interesting factor in the architecture was the domes at the top of the temples. These were built to give an impression to Muslim invaders that it was a mosque. Some foresight :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After the hugely satisfying trip to Delwara and some shopping too we finally took off for Ahmedabad. Stopped in between for a beer and light lunch. Once we left the mountains we realised how hot it was outside. The drive back to Ahmedabad was not so eventful except when a monkey appeared all of a sudden to cross the road and we had to brake really hard to avoid hitting the our simian ancestor :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Back to office on Monday in the grind of life, I still wait for another call from the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7265207821205972511?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7265207821205972511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7265207821205972511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7265207821205972511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7265207821205972511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-mountains-called-ii.html' title='When the Mountains Called - II'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/RkBcMyUD1hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HAmL86RonRk/s72-c/Mt+Abu+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-6462597738163317898</id><published>2007-05-02T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:00:00.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>What an addiction!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You thought smoking, drinking (not water) etc.. are addictions.... Read through and you will be enlightened !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A retired corporate executive decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life... until the boat sank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing -- just bananas and coconuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After many months of isolation, he is lying on the beach one day, when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore. In disbelief, he asks her, "Where did you come from! ? How did you get here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She replies, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here when my cruise ship sank."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the boat out of raw material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm branch and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"But, where did you get the tools?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the south side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable, ductile iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware." The guy is stunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Let's row over to my place," she says. After a few hours of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As the man looks to shore, he nearly falls out off the boat. Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man can only stare ahead, dumb struck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like a drink?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"No. No, thank you," he says, still dazed. "Can't take any more coconut juice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I have a still. How about a Pina Colada?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the bathroom cabinet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No longer questioning anything, the man goes into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a swivel mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines and flowers strategically positioned, and smelling of gardenias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She beckons for him to sit down next to her. "Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've been out here for a really long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for all these months?" She stares into his eyes and takes his hand in hers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He can't believe what he's hearing. He swallows excitedly, tears start to form in his eyes, and he says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Scroll down ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you mean... I can check my e-mail from here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-6462597738163317898?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/6462597738163317898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=6462597738163317898&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6462597738163317898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6462597738163317898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-addiction.html' title='What an addiction!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-646676420518866209</id><published>2007-04-25T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:25.743+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelogue'/><title type='text'>When the Mountains Called - I</title><content type='html'>This weekend me and my ex roomie took off for Mt. Abu after planning it for almost a year now. We had always been very good at planning trips but execution somehow was never our forte`:). We flew to Ahmedabad by the much delayed SpiceJet flight and finally slept at 3.30 in the morning hoping to wake up at 9.00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally woke at 10 and after rushing through the basic chores left house at 11.00 for some breakfast. There was a bakery right in front of the apartment. Now Ahmedabad is a much vegetarian place and just to see the expression on the shopkeeper’s face I asked for a ‘chicken pattie’. The look on his face was as if I had committed blasphemy. I enjoyed it thoroughly :). Finally we settled for a veg pattie. The guy smashed the pattie and put some red chutney in it as if he were preparing ‘aloo chat’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11.30 we took off in the ‘Alto’ which I found a bit too cramped after being so much used to the Santro. As we drove, I couldn’t stop admiring the infrastructure in Gujarat. Broad roads perfect for driving, trees planted by the pathway across the entire stretch of the highway, no potholes, construction activity in full swing. Explains well why Gujarat is becoming the most favoured investment destination. Narendra Modi, for all the media may paint him to be, has done a lot of good for Gujarat and people swear by him. Another thing which I noticed was the temples. Most of them are built on identical architecture similar to the image below. And all of them are huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Ri8w_iUD1bI/AAAAAAAAABE/eBVNELymmeI/s1600-h/akshardham00f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057314774661191090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Ri8w_iUD1bI/AAAAAAAAABE/eBVNELymmeI/s320/akshardham00f.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driving was fun &amp; we stopped at an abandoned shop, which had a cot outside under a thatched roof, just for fun. Stretching on the cot puffing on the cigarette reminded me of the hostel days. Again the drive started. After an hours drive we came to the end of Gujarat and entered Rajasthan. The unmistakable wine shop was present right thereJ. Then after another hour we could see the outlines of the hills faraway. The destination was not far! We reached Abu Road &amp;amp; then the fo&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;othi&lt;/span&gt;ll of the Aravalis. The treacherous terrain of Mt Abu had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057315998726870466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Ri8yGyUD1cI/AAAAAAAAABM/5iKW_dU95hI/s320/The+Long+%26+Winding+Road.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; The Long &amp; Winding Road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of 18 kms it was an amazing drive. Flanked by the mountains on both sides, we could feel the air pressure decreasing as our eardrums started throbbing. The wild life protection signposts were put up on both sides. We switched off the AC since the weather had become very pleasant. Have to admit, the entire path has been wonderfully maintained. Finally at 1600 hours we reached our hotel, “The Hillock”. The ambience at the hotel was good being one of the better hotels in that place. The hospitality was admirable. I remembered that Rajasthan is famous for its hospitality. We had driven non stop not stopping for lunch too. Once we had checked into our rooms we went down to the coffee shop for the much required beer and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Evening&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired from the long drive and with the beer taking its effect, we overslept. When we got up it was 1900 hours already. We rushed and were out with our car and reached the first destination, “Nakki Jheel”. Pleasant surrounding although boating stops at 6 in the evening. The lake wasn’t anything out of the world but what made it attractive was the garden with a fountain at the periphery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057317845562807762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Ri8zySUD1dI/AAAAAAAAABU/QFWSSeAttNw/s200/Mt+Abu+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then started our shopping. Amazed at my bargaining skills and the variety of choices my friend commented that “Looks like you are shopping too much with women” :). Brought quite a few handicrafts, hand carved decoratives, kurtas, a saree for mom and most of it from the government owned Rajasthan emporium.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we returned to the hotel it was almost midnight and the restaurant was closing down. We ordered our drinks and dinner to be delivered to our room.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the drink watching Brian Lara play his final one-day match. A win would have been just the perfect farewell for this wonderful player. By the time we went to bed it was 3 in the morning. A day well spent. Tomorrow awaited for more of Mt Abu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more on the sight seeing, Guru Shikhar and Delwara Temples in part 2.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Ri8wnCUD1aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ql_ANeXzg0I/s1600-h/akshardham00f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-646676420518866209?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/646676420518866209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=646676420518866209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/646676420518866209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/646676420518866209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-mountains-called-i.html' title='When the Mountains Called - I'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Ri8w_iUD1bI/AAAAAAAAABE/eBVNELymmeI/s72-c/akshardham00f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-3980551702523022574</id><published>2007-04-20T16:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:05:11.764+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>A hard day's night !!!</title><content type='html'>Driving in second gear he lets out expletives and curses aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Honk honk!&lt;br /&gt;Damn the rickshaw fellow &amp;amp; theres one following his car too. He brakes hard but the guy behind has been slow in his reflexes.&lt;br /&gt;Thud! came the sound!&lt;br /&gt;Muttering more curses he get out of the car to check the damage done but instead heads straight for the guy and pulls him out of the rick.&lt;br /&gt;Thap!&lt;br /&gt;The sound could not be dimmed by all the honking around. The guy is standing with his hands folded anticipating another one. He remembers to check his car. No damage done. That cools him a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Cant you'll drive carefully, he shouts. And then back to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been considered as the 'patient one'. Never losing his cool in the most adverse of circumstances. But the events in his life seem to be taking its toll on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-3980551702523022574?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/3980551702523022574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=3980551702523022574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3980551702523022574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3980551702523022574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/04/hard-days-night.html' title='A hard day&apos;s night !!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-2449154773771340814</id><published>2007-04-20T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:06:19.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Comfortably numb!!!</title><content type='html'>He sat back reflecting on the month gone by. Hopes, aspirations, dreams all have come to nought. Why do sensible people like me listen to the heart, he wondered. The pain is agonisingly unbearable for him. And despite people thinking that he has everything in life he knows that "if you don't have love in you life then no matter whatever else you have, its never enough". But its been like this for him always. And now pain is his companion. It does not hurt anymore. Its a sign that he's also become 'comfortably numb'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-2449154773771340814?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/2449154773771340814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=2449154773771340814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2449154773771340814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2449154773771340814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/04/comfortably-numb.html' title='Comfortably numb!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-6207974945034780623</id><published>2007-04-17T17:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:07:03.508+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips by the Idle Brain'/><title type='text'>My Hidden Talent :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b9d3ee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/seascape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.People crave your praise and complements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-6207974945034780623?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/6207974945034780623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=6207974945034780623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6207974945034780623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6207974945034780623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-hidden-talent.html' title='My Hidden Talent :)'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-2012944671782917109</id><published>2007-04-17T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:07:46.452+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><title type='text'>Is the Youth Disturbed!</title><content type='html'>Shocking!!! is how I would react to yesterdays killing at the Virginia University. 33 dead including a professor of Indian origin, an Indian student and still counting. This is not the first incident of its kind in the US. Leaves me thinking, whether the so called developed world is really developed after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the first incident of a gunman going berserk. Its happened before in the same country. There are some other incidents which come to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Online chatters in a suicide chat room encouraging a man to commit suicide live. That such&lt;br /&gt;chat rooms exist, is reason enough to believe that theres something seriously wrong.&lt;br /&gt;2. Paedophiles exchanging views &amp; snaps &amp;amp; graphic description on the chat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Incest chat rooms discussing sex with close relatives, parents, siblings. They're even talking&lt;br /&gt;about a legislation making incest no longer a crime.&lt;br /&gt;4. Date rapes. Websites promoting date rape drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the youth headed? While we have never really experienced shooting rampages, like the one at Virginia, in India, its no reason to believe that it will not happen in the near future. We already have suicides happening on the IIT campuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do children spend more time on video games than on cricket,soccer,badminton?&lt;br /&gt;- Why does the youth believe in making friends online than going out &amp;amp; meeting people?&lt;br /&gt;- If US is a developed country, why do citizens require guns? And why are firearms so easy to&lt;br /&gt;get there?&lt;br /&gt;- Why do parents spend more time at work than with children?&lt;br /&gt;- Why do children never get to hear a no from parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few questions which come to my mind. But the point I'm trying to make here is that the society is changing. Our value system is undergoing a huge change. Adultery, pre-marital sex, infidelity, divorce considered alien 30 years back is rampant nowadays. Are these really a sign of a progress? Or the side effects of economic development? They say that economic prosperity shakes the value fabric of the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the time we realise the value of sustained growth, till the time we realise the importance of social values, till the time we realise the significance of family bonding such incidents will continue to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows that the next incident of a student going on a shooting spree in the campus may be at one of the IITS? Hope not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-2012944671782917109?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/2012944671782917109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=2012944671782917109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2012944671782917109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2012944671782917109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-youth-disturbed.html' title='Is the Youth Disturbed!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-8514006154000587752</id><published>2007-04-13T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-13T12:30:48.035+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><title type='text'>A few good reasons to drink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;"Sometimes when I reflect back on all the wine I drink&lt;br /&gt;I feel shame. Then I look into the glass and think&lt;br /&gt;about the workers in the vineyards and all of their hopes&lt;br /&gt;and dreams If I didn't drink this wine, they might be out&lt;br /&gt;of work and their dreams would be shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this wine and let their&lt;br /&gt;dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."&lt;br /&gt;~ Jack Handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell&lt;br /&gt;happened to your ……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they&lt;br /&gt;wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're&lt;br /&gt;going to feel all day. "&lt;br /&gt;~Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading."&lt;br /&gt;~ Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not."&lt;br /&gt;~ Stephen Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk,&lt;br /&gt;we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.&lt;br /&gt;When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. So, let's all&lt;br /&gt;get drunk and go to heaven!"&lt;br /&gt;~ Brian O'Rourke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;~ Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Without question, the greatest invention in the&lt;br /&gt;history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the&lt;br /&gt;wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does&lt;br /&gt;not go nearly as well with pizza."&lt;br /&gt;~ Dave Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To some! it's a six-pack, to me it's a Support Group. Salvation in a can!&lt;br /&gt;~ Dave Howell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And saving the best for last, as explained by Cliff Clavin, of Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-8514006154000587752?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/8514006154000587752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=8514006154000587752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/8514006154000587752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/8514006154000587752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/04/few-good-reasons-to-drink.html' title='A few good reasons to drink!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-3389428988280426510</id><published>2007-04-13T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:26.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Another Birthday flew by!</title><content type='html'>Another year went by. Another year got added to my life. Well I definitely like to think that April 11 is the greatest day in the world since I graced the earth on this day. My mom tells me that even while entering the world I gave her a shock by not breathing for the first 3 minutes. Wow! now that is something. At that age or infact no age at all I came with my yoga lessons perfected :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it feels good to be pampered by all on your birthday. The wishes, the gifts, the love and ofcourse the cake. My team left no efforts to make it memorable for me. The decoration was awesome. Mom, as always, had the wonderful dinner ready. And to top it the 'payesh' or 'kheer' as we say in Hindi. The bouquets &amp; chocolates sent by my special friend made it even better. My neighbours 5 year old doll gifted a wonderful, self made painting for her 'Chachu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all this, I got a voicemail on my office landline from Ms Anonymous wishing me and telling me that she'll wait for my call. Am still wondering who that could be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also realised, as someone said, "Never make someone a priority in ur life when you are just an option for them". Despite the day being wonderful there still was a void. The call I was expecting from someone never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no complaints thanks to all my friends, my office colleagues &amp; definitely Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the images of how my desk looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Rh8ncklTu-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/njQiEq_cASA/s1600-h/Shubhojit%27s+desk2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Rh8ncklTu-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/njQiEq_cASA/s320/Shubhojit%27s+desk2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052800678742965218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Rh8neElTu_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7mdf11h6fAY/s1600-h/Shubhojit%27s+desk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Rh8neElTu_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7mdf11h6fAY/s320/Shubhojit%27s+desk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052800704512769010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-3389428988280426510?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/3389428988280426510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=3389428988280426510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3389428988280426510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3389428988280426510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-birthday-flew-by.html' title='Another Birthday flew by!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Rh8ncklTu-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/njQiEq_cASA/s72-c/Shubhojit%27s+desk2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-2265818291238595424</id><published>2007-04-03T14:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:14:42.025+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Some Practical Jokes</title><content type='html'>The other day I went to KFC for a takeaway. The guy standing in front of me asked the person at the counter for a "Rava Dosa". I tried hard to suppress a laughter while the guy at the counter very patiently told him that KFC does not sell dosas and certainly not a 'rava dosa'. As the guy left we both broke into huge peals of laughter.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy at the pub who was probably a first timer and didn't booze. Very innocently,while his friends ordered their drinks, asked for a, hold your breath, "Malai Lassi". Well that was it. Everyone who heard it including his own friends burst out laughing.Poor guy...Always see the menu before you order something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years back, one of the days it was raining hard in the morning. I was waiting for the rain to subside when one of the guys offered me a lift in his, ahem, Sonata to the bus stop. You should have seen the expression of the people at the bus stop as I got down from the Sonata and effortlessly walked into the BEST bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do come across so many such incidents which gives us a reason to laugh while taking away the stress and tensions which engulf our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-2265818291238595424?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/2265818291238595424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=2265818291238595424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2265818291238595424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/2265818291238595424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-practical-jokes.html' title='Some Practical Jokes'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-1096902374257997841</id><published>2007-03-30T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-30T17:10:26.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reservation'/><title type='text'>Hail Supreme Court!!!</title><content type='html'>The Supreme Court decision yesterday putting a stay on reservations came as a much needed relief. But the reaction from the political parties makes me sceptical as to how long this stay will be allowed to continue. It wont be long before our very revered PM decides to come up with a legislation overruling the Supreme Court decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lalu's(the champion of social justice) &amp; Karunanidhi's(the one eyed monster) statement does not really come as a surprise. Heard that the DPA has also called for a Tamil Nadu bandh on March 31 to protest against the ruling.  Oh Mr. Karunanidhi!! Wasn't it you who said some months back that Karnataka should not protest against the Cauvery water ruling. Gosh!!! Where's the country going??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But listen to what our Comrade Prakash Karat has to say "The ruling is unfortunate and uncalled for". The CPI terms the judgement as 'retrograde'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ah Comrade! Nandigram &amp; Singur are absolutely fortunate and called for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is that what you mean to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think it's time now for people like us to start entering the political system. Else the idiots we have been bestowed with as politicians will really kill the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail the Supreme Court judgement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-1096902374257997841?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/1096902374257997841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=1096902374257997841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1096902374257997841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1096902374257997841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/hail-supreme-court.html' title='Hail Supreme Court!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-5704465978746113028</id><published>2007-03-29T14:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:18:13.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><title type='text'>The Wait!!</title><content type='html'>The phone beeps again. Another message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation running high, he presses the key. This time it has to be her message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've just been registered for free CitiAlerts. To unsubscribe send a messge to *****"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn!!!" he cries out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wait continues......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-5704465978746113028?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/5704465978746113028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=5704465978746113028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5704465978746113028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5704465978746113028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/wait.html' title='The Wait!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-430809117866668772</id><published>2007-03-29T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:20:19.420+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate lingos'/><title type='text'>Amusing Corporate Lingos!!1</title><content type='html'>1."We will do it" means" You will do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."You have done a great job" means" More work to be given to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3."We are working on it" means" We have not yet started working on the same"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4."Tomorrow first thing in the morning" means" Its not getting done "At least not tomorrow!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5."After discussion we will decide-I am very open to views "means" I have already decided, I will tell you what to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6."There was a slight miscommunication " means" We had actually lied"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7."Lets call a meeting and discuss" means" I have no time now, will talk later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8."We can always do it" means" We actually cannot do the same on time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9."We are on the right track but there needs to be a slight extension of the deadline" means "The project is screwed up, we cannot deliver on time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10."We had slight differences of opinion "means" We had actually fought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11."Make a list of the work that you do and let's see how I can help you"&lt;br /&gt;means" Anyway you have to find a way out no help from me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12."You should have told me earlier" means" Well even if you told me earlier that would have made hardly any difference!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13."We need to find out the real reason" means" Well I will tell you where your fault is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14."Well Family is important, your leave is always granted. Just ensure that the work is not affected," means," Well you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15."We are a team," means," I am not the only one to be blamed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16."That's actually a good question" means "I do not know anything about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17."All the Best" means" You are in trouble"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-430809117866668772?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/430809117866668772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=430809117866668772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/430809117866668772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/430809117866668772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/amusing-corporate-lingos1.html' title='Amusing Corporate Lingos!!1'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-8798632524614038412</id><published>2007-03-28T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:28:18.035+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A quiz for Sardar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sardarji is in a Quiz Contest trying to win prize money of Rs.1crore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How long was the 100 yr war?&lt;br /&gt;A) 116&lt;br /&gt;B) 99&lt;br /&gt;C) 100&lt;br /&gt;D) 150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sardar says "I will skip this"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) In which country are the Panama hats made?&lt;br /&gt;A) BRASIL&lt;br /&gt;B) CHILE&lt;br /&gt;C) PANAMA&lt;br /&gt;D) EQUADOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sardar asks for help from the University students&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) In which month do the Russians celebrate the OctoberRevolution?&lt;br /&gt;A) JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;B) SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;C) OCTOBER&lt;br /&gt;D) NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sardar asks for help from general public &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) Which of these was King George VI first name?&lt;br /&gt;A) EDER&lt;br /&gt;B) ALBERT&lt;br /&gt;C) GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;D) MANOEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sardar asks for lucky cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) The Canary islands, in the Pacific Ocean, has its name based on which animal:&lt;br /&gt;A) CANARY BIRD&lt;br /&gt;B) KANGAROO&lt;br /&gt;C) PUPPY&lt;br /&gt;D) RAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sardar gives up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SCROLL DOWN....... - -- --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If u think you are indeed clever and laughed at Sardar'sreplies, then please check the answers below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1) The 100 year war lasted 116 years from 1337-1453&lt;br /&gt;2) The Panama hat is made in Equador&lt;br /&gt;3) The October revolution is celebrated in November&lt;br /&gt;4) King George's first name was Albert. In 1936 he changed hisname.&lt;br /&gt;5) Puppy. The Latin name is INSULARIA CANARIA which meansislands of the puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't ever laugh at a Sardar again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-8798632524614038412?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/8798632524614038412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=8798632524614038412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/8798632524614038412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/8798632524614038412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/quiz-for-sardar.html' title='A quiz for Sardar!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-1229299790874904886</id><published>2007-03-28T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:19:46.920+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churchgate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C D Deshmukh'/><title type='text'>Names do Matter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"I'm going to take the 3.39pm local from Andheri and get down at C D Deshmukh station"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey wait! What's this C D Deshmukh station? Some new station they carved out? And why this name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Buddy, didn't you know that Churchgate is being rechristened as C D Deshmukh station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What? Why? But what's wrong with the name Churchgate? Its been like that for ages. And who's C D Deshmukh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Exactly! Churchgate has been like that for ages. And the government thinks it smacks of a colonial lineage. And since we are stressing the need for self dependency, thats why it needs to be changed. And don't you know who Chintaman Dwarakanath Deshmukh is? He was the first Indian Governor of the Reserve Bank of India. He later became the Union Finance Minister. In recognition of his meritorious services to the Reserve Bank and the nation and in order to perpetuate his memory, the Reserve Bank of India has instituted an annual lecture series entitled 'Chintaman Deshmukh Memorial Lectures'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hasn't RBI done enough to preserve his legacy? Why do we need to rename Churchgate after him? Why not after someone who has worked for the service of the downtrodden? Worked for social upliftment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;You don't understand politics mate! You're quite naive in these matters. Renaming it after a social worker never guarantees you additional votes. And additionally any person who's worked for the poor would have always been on a collision course with the govt for its anti poor policies. Renaming a place after such a person would amount to the govt acknowledging that its policies were wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hardly matters to me. Churchgate will forever remain 'Churchgate' to me. Come what may. Isn't the name reflective of such a grand history. Memories for countless people. Its an integral part of the city and all what the city stands for. Wouln't foreigners have so much difficulty pronouncing the new name. No its going to be Churchgate for me always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So it will be for me buddy. Like CST is VT to me even today. Mumbai is Bombay. Kolkatta is Calcutta. Bengaluru is Bangalore. It never changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-1229299790874904886?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/1229299790874904886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=1229299790874904886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1229299790874904886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/1229299790874904886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/names-do-matter.html' title='Names do Matter!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-3051700701287254598</id><published>2007-03-23T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:42:05.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Man's Folly or God's???</title><content type='html'>"God is either an Abstraction or a Failed Genius of our Times. If the Former is True, then God is Man's Biggest Folly. If the Latter is True, then Man is God's Biggest Folly." So proclaims the well known quizzer Dhananjay Shettigar as a footnote on his mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really drove me to think hard on this. As far as I know, I've never really been that much of a believer. But still, when in distress, I do call out saying "Help me God!". Is this because the faith in Him has been ingrained so deep into us since childhood? Or perhaps its because we live on hope. And the presence of someone supreme gives us hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its really man's folly, then we truly live in a stupid world where most of the unrest is because of religion which boils down to God. Lets tell all those jehadis that the very reason they're fighting for does not exist. And if its God's folly, then since he's a failed genius, theres no reason again to fight in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whether man's folly or God's, as long as belief in Him gives us hope of good things to come in life, then let man continue to live with this folly !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-3051700701287254598?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/3051700701287254598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=3051700701287254598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3051700701287254598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/3051700701287254598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-is-either-abstraction-or-failed.html' title='Man&apos;s Folly or God&apos;s???'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-5920376574841605520</id><published>2007-03-21T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:57:36.288+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why we take up Smoking</title><content type='html'>While driving back home yesterday I lit up a cigarette as usual. My colleague Ash asked me an interesting question, "Even though you were brought up with good values, lots of love and proper attention, still you took up smoking. What went wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;I should say that I was startled for a moment. But then I realised its all a matter of perception. To me theres nothing wrong in smoking. Its a conscious decision that you take despite all the warnings written on the packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember, I always wanted to take up smoking since my teens. My dad never touched the fag. So probably that was the reason I was even more attracted towards it. While on the other hand some of my friends, whose dads used to smoke, had an aversion to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I saw the people from my native state, Bengal, never really considered smoking to be such a vice. Thats why the joke goes that "if you don't smoke, you are not a bong". But I never had such liberties since I am through and through a NRB(Non Resident Bong) with no connections whatsoever to the bong land. But all said and done, what surprises me most is the perception  of some extremists (so I call them) towards smoking. "Lack of character" they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me Gawd!!!! Come on! Gimme a break!! You must be crazy!!! Your very thought pattern itself is flawed! Well these are just some of the statements that would come to my mind if someone says that. But believe me, there are actually a few who belong to that category of extremists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I would never sing paens to smoking. If it can be avaoided, it should. But for me, the white stick is a source of comfort. While I know well that its not really good for health. I realise it more when I run on the treadmill. But, like many others, I've never made New Year resolution to quit smoking and then take it up after a couple of weeks with a vengeance. If I quit, then I will do it for once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then - " Main Jindagi ka saath nibhaata chala gaya,&lt;br /&gt;                     Har fiqr ko dhueyen mein udata chala gaya"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-5920376574841605520?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/5920376574841605520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=5920376574841605520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5920376574841605520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5920376574841605520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-we-take-up-smoking.html' title='Why we take up Smoking'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-4316670178117843083</id><published>2007-03-19T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:45:11.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whose nemesis will this World Cup be?</title><content type='html'>Bob Woolmer dead? Inzamam retires from One Day Internationals. Sad beginning to the World Cup? Pakistan crash out of the World Cup. India lose convincingly to the minnows Bangladesh. van Bunge clobbered for 6 sixes in an over by Gibbs. Johnnie Walker forced to donate $1m to charity as a result. Zimbabwe-Ireland match ends in a tie. Flintoff stripped of vice-captaincy &amp; barred from playing a game because of binge drinking. This world cup surely is throwing up unexpected outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Woolmer, forever to be remembered as the tech-savvy coach, Inzamam(the sleeping giant) &amp; van Bunge have met their nemesis at this world cup, we still have a long way to go. Lets see what more this world cup churns out as surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Woolmer's soul rest in peace!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-4316670178117843083?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/4316670178117843083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=4316670178117843083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4316670178117843083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/4316670178117843083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/whose-nemesis-is-this-world-cup.html' title='Whose nemesis will this World Cup be?'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-5914067383346721405</id><published>2007-03-14T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:11:48.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>He and She II</title><content type='html'>"I won't go out with u"&lt;br /&gt;"Why"&lt;br /&gt;"U are a stranger"&lt;br /&gt;"What do u mean? We know each other for so long"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, men are always strangers"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought it was the other way round. Men are simple. Its women who are capable of mood swings for every occasion. Even the creator is at a loss"&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you? I knew you dont care. I told you, You are a stranger"&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered aloud "lucky that I still am a stranger to you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-5914067383346721405?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/5914067383346721405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=5914067383346721405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5914067383346721405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/5914067383346721405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-and-she-ii.html' title='He and She II'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-6149820426329541296</id><published>2007-03-13T11:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:30:24.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>He and She !!!</title><content type='html'>"You going?" I asked her. "Yes" she said. "Don't go, I'll be all alone" I pleaded. But she was not listening. She had made up her mind and nothing I said would make her change her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where will u go?" I asked. "Home" she said. "Won't you come back?" I asked. "Don't know. Tomorrow is another day" she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wondered! Tomorrow is another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-6149820426329541296?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/6149820426329541296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=6149820426329541296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6149820426329541296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6149820426329541296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-and-she.html' title='He and She !!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-6613989334377658177</id><published>2007-03-12T16:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:24:31.738+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another one falls in the pit!</title><content type='html'>Another girl fell into a 60 feet deep pit yesterday. Unfortunately she did not survive till the rescue teams reached the place. Am wondering how all of a sudden so many of them have started falling into pits and that too so deep ones. Before Prince falling, which was made into a national event by the media, never heard of anyone else with such an experience. But after the Prince event, there seems to be a spate of young people taking a dive. Katni, Ujjain, somewhere in Bihar etc etc. Not all of them were lucky to survive. Makes me wonder if its the media celebrity status which Prince got is what makes all of them try to imitate him. Or the financial assistance which he got is driving them. Whatever the reason, why do we have such deep open pits in inhabitable areas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-6613989334377658177?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/6613989334377658177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=6613989334377658177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6613989334377658177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/6613989334377658177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-one-falls-in-pit.html' title='Another one falls in the pit!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-8692558591624259670</id><published>2007-03-08T13:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:26.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why dont we write letters anymore?</title><content type='html'>With the advent of emails I stopped writing letters almost 10 years back. Even my mom does not write anymore. She calls the relatives and friends. But I still do believe that letters are definitely more personalised. The attached image tries to convey that very message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Re_AxSa1g2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/54A1T9L_5hc/s1600-h/Post.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039458461041394530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/Re_AxSa1g2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/54A1T9L_5hc/s320/Post.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-8692558591624259670?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/8692558591624259670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-9088699574740614245</id><published>2007-03-07T12:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:38:27.359+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"If u love someone"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ORIGINAL QUOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free...&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, she never was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE NEW VERSIONS ARE.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessimist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she ever comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, as expected, she never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optimist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, she will come back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspicious&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she ever comes back, ask her why .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impatient:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back within some time forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, Set her free ..&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back,&lt;br /&gt;continue to wait until she comes back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, and if you love her still,&lt;br /&gt;set her free again, repeat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C++ Programmer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if(you-love(m_she))&lt;br /&gt;m_she.free()&lt;br /&gt;if(m_she == NULL)&lt;br /&gt;m_she = new CShe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal-Rights Activist :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all living creatures deserve to be free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lawyers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the Second&lt;br /&gt;Amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biologist :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;She'll evolve .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statisticians :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;If she loves you, the probability of her coming&lt;br /&gt;back is high&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, your relation was improbable&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schwarzenegger's fans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;SHE'LL BE BACK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over possessive person :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;don't set her free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MBA :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone set her free instantaneously&lt;br /&gt;and look for others simultaneously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychologist :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back her super ego is dominant&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back her id is supreme&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't go, she must be crazy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somnabulist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back it's a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, you must be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ERP functional expert :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, map her into your system&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, carry out a gap-fit analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finance expert :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, its time to look for fresh loans&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, write her off as an asset gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marketing Specialist :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back she has brand loyalty&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, reposition the brand in new market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American President:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;Set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back she must be carrying weapons of mass destruction, so attack Iraq&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, its the work of Osama so attack Afghanistan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Elton John's Version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love your love in such a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;That she finds no better place than your heart to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But if she still manages to slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sorry mate, its time to turn 'Gay' !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And finally, what I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Give your heart away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If she loves you, she'll never go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If she does, she never was yours anyway!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-9088699574740614245?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/9088699574740614245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=9088699574740614245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/9088699574740614245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/9088699574740614245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-u-love-someone.html' title='&quot;If u love someone&quot;'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-236853524741120495</id><published>2007-03-06T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:15:28.437+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Sense</title><content type='html'>I saw her, with an earthly gait,&lt;br /&gt;lost in thought, oblivious to the world around her,&lt;br /&gt;I thought her world was me&lt;br /&gt;But the earth is round and&lt;br /&gt;And despite the distance being so less,&lt;br /&gt;I was at the other end of the diameter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-236853524741120495?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/236853524741120495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=236853524741120495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/236853524741120495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/236853524741120495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-sense.html' title='My Sense'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-9099202927074177207</id><published>2007-02-28T14:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:26.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkeys'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/ReVFC3nvf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YXAjeGlBugE/s1600-h/Thoughtfortheday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036507673876463474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/ReVFC3nvf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YXAjeGlBugE/s320/Thoughtfortheday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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day'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzBG__g4oUs/ReVFC3nvf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YXAjeGlBugE/s72-c/Thoughtfortheday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7207665440174443722</id><published>2007-02-28T12:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:50:14.862+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budget'/><title type='text'>Budget Trivia</title><content type='html'>"Budget" is the hot word for the day.  With markets on a roller coster ride today(600+ points down in the morning!!!) and everybody glued to either their television sets or the websites, here are some budget trivia which I managed to collect from the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The word Budget is derived from? According to the Webster dictionary the word Budget was derived from the Middle English bowgette, which came from Middle French bougette, which in turn is a diminutive of bouge, meaning a leather bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;At what time were Indian Budgets presented earlier? Earlier, Budgets were presented at 5 p.m. from 1924-1998. The timing was initially fixed keeping in mind the convenience of the House of Commons in London, which convened round that time. Yashwant Sinha, shifted the Budget speech to noon in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Budget process has its roots in the Bombay Plan of 1944. Bombay Plan was authored by John Mathai, GD Birla &amp; JRD Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Initially, budget papers were printed in Rashtrapati Bhavan In 1950, budget papers were leaked. This changed the printing venue to Minto Road located security press Since 1980, budget papers are being printed in the press at North Block. The finance ministry has its own press in the basement of the building. It employs 30 employees who, during the week before the Budget, stay in the ministry itself and have no means of communicating with the outside world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On November 26, 1947 R.K. Shanmukham Chetty had presented the first budget of Independent India. But actually it was a review of the economy and no new taxes were proposed as the budget day for 1948-49 was just 95 days away. In an explanation he had said that the budget for April 1946 to March 1947 was adopted by the then interim Government in March 1946. But that budget was for undivided India and as the budget for 1947-48 passed by the legislature had ceased to be operative with the division of the country it was felt that it would be in accordance with the public wish if a budget be placed before the representatives of the people at the earliest possible moment. Chetty began his budget speech for 1948-49 saying "when I presented my interim budget for free India’s Parliament a few months back…" From then onwards an interim budget began to mean a budget for a short period. Chetty resigned a few days later due to differences with Prime Minister Nehru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;How many Indian FMs went on to become PM?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;- Morarji Desai, was twice the finance minister of India -- 1959-64 and 1967-70. He served as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;    the prime minister from 1977 to 1979. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; - Chaudhary Charan Singh became the prime minister in late 1979,  having held the finance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;    portfolio earlier the same year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; - V P Singh was finance minister from 1985 to 1987 and prime minister  from 1989 to 1990. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; - India's first prime minister (1947-64) Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru had also  held the finance portfolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;    from 1958 to 1959.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; - Indira Gandhi too held the finance portfolio from 1970 to 1971 while she was still the prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;    minister. Her tenure as PM was from 1966 to1977 and again from 1980 to 1984. So far, she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;    has been the only  woman Finance Minister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; - India's new prime minister Manmohan Singh also was the finance minister in the PV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;    Narasimha Rao government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Morarji Desai was the only Finance Minister to have had the opportunity to present two budgets on his birthday – in 1964 and 1968. He was born on February 29. Desai resigned in July 1969 in protest against the nationalization of major banks by an ordinance on a Saturday evening. He felt social control of banks was enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pranab Mukherjee presented the annual budgets for 1982-83, 1983-84 and 1984-85. He was the first Rajya Sabha member to hold the Finance portfolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yashwant Sinha became the Finance Minister in 1991 and presented the interim budget for 1991-92. In the election held in May 1991, the Congress returned to power and Manmohan Singh became the Finance Minister. He presented the final budget for 1991-92 in July 1991. This was the first occasion when the interim and final budgets were presented by two ministers of two different political parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7207665440174443722?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7207665440174443722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7207665440174443722&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7207665440174443722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7207665440174443722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/02/budget-trivia.html' title='Budget Trivia'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-8386569600977708709</id><published>2007-02-20T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:40:27.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Say "I love you" now !!!</title><content type='html'>I was watching Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna on VCD. Not that its a gr8 movie and thats the reason I haven't finished watching it. But there was a scene which actually caught my attention. Amitabh throws a party with 60's theme where there's lots of dance and music. At the end of the party he makes a speech. What he said moved me. "If you love someone don't wait to tell that person. Don't think that you have enough time for that 'cos you never know that by the time you realise it, it may already be too late. And then you will regret that forever. Don't let that happen to you. Because time is now. So go and tell the people in your lives that you love them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I'm gonna do now. Tell my mom that I love her so much and will continue loving her forever. And tell that one person whom I dream of , that I love her. But how do I tell her. She's not talking to me. She's actually got incommunicado to me. But still I will tell her. And wait for her as I have been always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-8386569600977708709?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/8386569600977708709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=8386569600977708709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/8386569600977708709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/8386569600977708709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/02/say-i-love-you-now.html' title='Say &quot;I love you&quot; now !!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7392265511282070496</id><published>2007-02-15T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:51:51.894+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Emotions are for Fools</title><content type='html'>Yes thats what I think now. The more you get emotional about someone, the more you are hurt. The only place where you should have emotions are for parents. They're the only people whose love is unconditional. Rest of the world is on the lookout to take advantage of your emotions. You get emotional at office place and you are doomed. You get emotional for someone you love and they take you for granted. That brings me to love. Another recipe to hurt yourself. Reminds me of a quote which I read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies."-- Spanish philosopher Jose Ortega y Gasset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought this was so such a stupid thing to say. How can someone degrade love to such an extent. But probably the philosopher is right. Love does you no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better not to fall in love or to get emotional for someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7392265511282070496?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7392265511282070496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7392265511282070496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7392265511282070496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7392265511282070496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/02/emotions-are-for-fools.html' title='Emotions are for Fools'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7058835052035393412</id><published>2007-01-05T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:57:56.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tonite I can Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This still remains one of my favourite poems. Written by Pablo Neruda, had read it first in Class 7 during school days and still remember it so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On nights like this, I held her in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She loved me, sometimes I loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To hear the immense night, more immense without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The night is full of stars and she is not with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My soul is lost without her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My heart searches for her and she is not with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The same night that whitens the same trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We, we who were, we are the same no longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;belonged to my kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love is so short and oblivion so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my soul is lost without her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Although this may be the last pain she causes me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and this may be the last poem I write for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7058835052035393412?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.poetryfeast.com/saddest-poem/' title='Tonite I can Write'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7058835052035393412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7058835052035393412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7058835052035393412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7058835052035393412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2007/01/tonite-i-can-write.html' title='Tonite I can Write'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-490153075012264391</id><published>2006-12-21T13:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:09:09.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can we change this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One of the many email forwards which came to me. With all the shit of reservations going on, thought this would sum up the entire story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;OLD VERSION&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant's a fool and laughs &amp; dances &amp;amp; plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;MODERN VERSION&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant's a fool and laughs &amp; dances &amp;amp; plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. NDTV, BBC, CNN   show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;br /&gt;Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house. Medha Patkar goes on a fast alongwith other grasshoppers demanding that grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter. Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticizes the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the grasshopper.The Internet is flooded with online petitions  seeking support to the grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance) . Opposition MP's stage a walkout.Left parties call for "Bharat Bandh" in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry. CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among ants and grasshoppers. Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act [POTAGA]", with effect from the beginning of the winter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV. Arundhati Roy calls it "a triumph of justice". Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice'. CPM calls it the 'revolutionary resurgence of the downtrodden'. Koffi Annan invites the grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.                                                                         ************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years later...&lt;br /&gt;The ant has since migrated to the US  and set up a multi billion dollar company in silicon valley.&lt;br /&gt;100s of grasshoppers die of starvation somewhere in India..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-490153075012264391?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/490153075012264391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=490153075012264391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/490153075012264391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/490153075012264391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2006/12/can-we-change-this.html' title='Can we change this?'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-7234007872521134744</id><published>2006-12-21T11:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:10:25.398+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its Christmas again!!!</title><content type='html'>Its Christmas time again. Every year during this time I go down memory lane and indulge in a bit of nostalgia. For me Christmas typically signifies winters. Having spent the major part of my life including all of my childhood in Jabalpur, I miss the winters the most in Bombay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas vacations would normally start from the 19th or the 20th and schools would reopen around 2nd or 3rd of Jan. And boy did we enjoy those days!!! The day used to begin around 9 in the morning. We attired in our sweaters or jackets would go to the cricket field. And a good 3 hours of batting, bowling &amp; fielding. We had to return home by 12.15 max since 12.30 was the time when everybody's dad would come home for lunch. So u had to get your bath and be ready for lunch with dad. And Dads were never interested in how many runs you scored that day. The question from them would be about the Maths homework he had assigned for the holidays :-). Afternoons used to be typically out there in the garden. Every house had a garden where moms would assemble in the afternoons for their round table conference and to bask in the winter sun. The best memories of those days are of women with knitting wool and needles and other accesories and discussing how a particular design would be done. I've never seen women with the knitting needles in Bombay ever. Every year I used to have atleast 1 new sweater with the latest design from the Hindi magazine Manorama woven exclusively by mom. Thanks so much mom. I now realise how much I miss those sweaters. I still have them safely stacked up inside my cupboards. Sadly I dont need those in Bombay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day reminds of picnics. Every year on this day people would go out in groups of 20-30 to some beautiful place close to the city and spend the day there. Food used to be cooked using firewood. Oh how much the taste of that delicious food still lingers. And the day after Christmas our visits to our teachers' house would begin. Studying in a missionary school had its advantages. Most of the teachers were Catholics and we would choose one teacher to visit everyday for Christmas. Wow, what amazing goodies they used to serve us. But I remember Miss D'Souza the most. She had a glass of home made ginger wine for us every Christmas. But she never gave us a refill. We were too young to have a second one she used to say:). And who would forget the goodies which we used to get at home from neighbours who were Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now things are different. I live in a city where time and money are more valuable than emotions. Christmas just flies by without me even realising. Probably thats how life is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I could turn back the clock and go back to those days when completing the homework was the biggest responsibility that we had in life. When winning a cricket match against the team from the other colony used to be reason enough to be happy for days together. When playing cricket with friends in the evening used to be the biggest priority in life. When discussing about our crushes used to make us blush so much. When television had not invaded our lives so much. When sleeping inside the quilt with the mercury around 4 degrees outside was the biggest comfort in life. When being forced to get up in the morning during winters was the only grief we had. When Christmas &amp;amp; New Year meant going to each house and wishing them. When life was so simple yet so great! How I wish those days were back again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-7234007872521134744?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/7234007872521134744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=7234007872521134744&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7234007872521134744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/7234007872521134744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-christmas-again.html' title='Its Christmas again!!!'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-116368988375830762</id><published>2006-11-16T20:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:41:23.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To make a woman happy.....</title><content type='html'>To make a woman happy..... a man only needs to be:&lt;br /&gt;1. a friend&lt;br /&gt;2. a companion&lt;br /&gt;3. a lover&lt;br /&gt;4. a brother&lt;br /&gt;5. a father&lt;br /&gt;6. a master&lt;br /&gt;7. a chef&lt;br /&gt;8. an electrician&lt;br /&gt;9. a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;10. a plumber&lt;br /&gt;11. a mechanic&lt;br /&gt;12. a decorator&lt;br /&gt;13. a stylist&lt;br /&gt;14. a sexologist&lt;br /&gt;15. a gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;16. a psychologist&lt;br /&gt;17. a pest exterminator&lt;br /&gt;18. a psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;19. a healer&lt;br /&gt;20. a good listener&lt;br /&gt;21. an organizer&lt;br /&gt;22. a good father&lt;br /&gt;23. very clean&lt;br /&gt;24. sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;25. athletic&lt;br /&gt;26. warm&lt;br /&gt;27. attentive&lt;br /&gt;28. gallant&lt;br /&gt;29. intelligent&lt;br /&gt;30. funny&lt;br /&gt;31. creative&lt;br /&gt;32. tender&lt;br /&gt;33. strong&lt;br /&gt;34. understanding&lt;br /&gt;35. tolerant&lt;br /&gt;36. prudent&lt;br /&gt;37. ambitious&lt;br /&gt;38. capable&lt;br /&gt;39. courageous&lt;br /&gt;40. determined&lt;br /&gt;41. true&lt;br /&gt;42. dependable&lt;br /&gt;43. passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:&lt;br /&gt;44. give her compliments regularly&lt;br /&gt;45. love shopping&lt;br /&gt;46. be honest&lt;br /&gt;47. be very rich&lt;br /&gt;48. not stress her out&lt;br /&gt;49. not look at other girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;50. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself&lt;br /&gt;51. give her lotsof time, especially time for herself&lt;br /&gt;52. give her lots of space, neverworrying about where she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:&lt;br /&gt;53. Never to forget:&lt;br /&gt;* birthdays&lt;br /&gt;* anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;* arrangements she makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just Leave him alone !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-116368988375830762?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/116368988375830762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=116368988375830762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116368988375830762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116368988375830762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-make-woman-happy.html' title='To make a woman happy.....'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-116289228035940473</id><published>2006-11-07T14:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:42:19.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Has Justice been Delivered?</title><content type='html'>Last week the Delhi high court announced a death sentence for Santosh Singh, the man convicted for the rape and murder of a young law student Priyadarshini Mattoo. The accused, son of a Police Inspector-General, was earlier acquitted in 1999 by the Sessions court. It was only a nationwide public outcry that brought about a retrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Santosh Singh got married and had kids. For the Mattoos it has been a decade long wait. And going by the mood of the defence team, there will be an appeal in the Supreme Court. So maybe another 2 years atleast before we hear anything. And even if the Supreme Court upholds the High Court order, going by today's trend, there will a clemency petition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this happened, there are a few who are voicing their concern for the accused. What's his wife's fault? What's his kids' fault? Well to be very honest, this was a much publicised trial. And the girl marrying Santosh Singh knew well about his past while getting married. So while I would feel sorry for the wife of the accused, that definitely would not bring about any change in the way I feel about the judgement. Rape is the worst crime that can be perpetuated on humanity. Worse than murder. Murder may still have its justifiable reasons, but rape by all means is an act committed by a sick and pervert mind. And no punishment is apt for such a crime other than a "death penalty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But has justice really been delivered? Had there been no public outcry, the accused would have walked scot free. Ponder over this- &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;delivering the judgement in the trial court proceedings in 1999, the Additional Sessions Judge. J.P. Thareja said of Santosh, that though he knew that "he is the man who committed the crime," he was forced to acquit him, giving him the benefit of doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And 10 years is just too long to bring the guilty to the book. And we know very well that &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Justice delayed is justice denied".&lt;/span&gt; Who better to tell us about it other than the Mattoo family. Imagine what they would have gone through all these 10 years, fighting not only  powerful criminals but also a corrupt government machinery. Had it not been for the media pressure and public outcry, our man Santosh would have been enjoying life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Does public opinion determine punishment to the guilty? Because Priyadarshini Mattoo, Jessica Lal &amp;amp; Nitish Kataara are the ones that we know about. What about the countless others who have no voice? Will they ever get justice? Probably not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-116289228035940473?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/116289228035940473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=116289228035940473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116289228035940473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116289228035940473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2006/11/has-justice-been-delivered.html' title='Has Justice been Delivered?'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-116169163786559098</id><published>2006-10-24T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:59:03.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>Serendipity is a wonderful word. I came across this in my school days and have been in love with the word since then. Dictionary.com defines the word as - "an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident" and "The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact the history of the word itself is even more interesting. Again going back to dictionary.com, this is what it says "We are indebted to the English author Horace Walpole for the word serendipity, which he coined in one of the 3,000 or more letters on which his literary reputation primarily rests. In a letter of January 28, 1754, Walpole says that “this discovery, indeed, is almost of that kind which I call Serendipity, a very expressive word.” Walpole formed the word on an old name for Sri Lanka, Serendip. He explained that this name was part of the title of “a silly fairy tale, called The Three Princes of Serendip: as their highnesses traveled, they were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life all of us have our moments of serendipity. And how I wish that a serendipity would embrace me every day of my life. Those moments of delight, exult and happiness are pure bliss. But life is definitely not so much a bed of roses. Sorrows and grief are a part of life. Or shall I say more than a part of your life. And in those moments of pain and tears I wish that I stumble upon a serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days there have been quite a few unsettling moments that I've been through. And along came grief and melancholy. And so I continue to wait for my moment of joy. A joy which I've defined for myself. And when that moment of euphoria arrives, I will remember serendipity again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-116169163786559098?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/116169163786559098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=116169163786559098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116169163786559098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116169163786559098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2006/10/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-116167399177867162</id><published>2006-10-24T12:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:43:11.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Orkut Rocks</title><content type='html'>I started orkutting very late but once I did, I realised what a powerful networking tool it is. Actually got connected to a few old school friends after 13 years. Felt so nostalgic! And have actually come across people from a vast cross section of the society and industry. Feels so good to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for all its advantages I still feel it needs some moderation. The number of communities that exist in orkut, solely dedicated to hate(religion, country, individuals etc.) are phenomenal. And then of late we did have the Bombay High Court order questioning orkut as to how it could promote a hate India community. Wish orkut gets moderated a bit. Because something so good cannot be allowed to get restrained because of some stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-116167399177867162?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/116167399177867162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=116167399177867162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116167399177867162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116167399177867162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2006/10/orkut-rocks.html' title='Orkut Rocks'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-116167350164042557</id><published>2006-10-24T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:35:01.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats more difficult than doing a PhD in Metaphysics</title><content type='html'>Now this one posted by my junior Abhishek Rai and this was one thing which I found hilarious.Well, yes, a few days back I carried two live bombs in my packets.And, to make it more deadly, they were biological rather than chemical.All of you know, that biological weapons are supposed to be more deadly than the chemical ones, and here I was carrying not one but two of them, and in a crowded city like Mumbai!!Well, I had to undergo the medical check up, as listed in the offer letter of a company which I am going to join, which is the pre-condition before you join. You fail and your offer stands null and void.The check-up was supposed to be a exhaustive ones with all kind of tests, including the urine and stool.The company which I am going to join, the HR is really professional, they handed me over two empty lab containers along with the offer letter, to can my precious belongings!It cant get more professional than that, they saved me from the wild goose hunt of finding the right size containers!!!First of all, the liquid part, its easy to can the stuff. But what about the solid part???I thought and thought, what to do? Never had the experience, and cant ask anybody else also.....Since the container is not in your sight, and neither the stuff, which is going to fall into that, you have to go by sheer instincts.......And more often, the instincts do go wrong with all of us, sometimes you can take the risk of your instincts going wrong, but I could not have taken with this thing!!!!I guess, so many people go for stool tests, everyday in this world, its a good business proposition to device a camera based, robotic automatic can positioning system!!!Being an engineer, I estimated the Vf of the semi-solid(That with the help of the bowel movements in my stomach), estimated the approximate co-ordinates of the can(That was very crucial, since having a dia of 4 cms, the margin of error was huge, once placed in the shadow area), I decided to keep my hand on red-alert, if it happens that the calculation of the co-ordinates go wrong at the last moment and you need to move the vessel, again with precision!!!Whoof!!!! What a difficult task!! Who said doing a Phd in Meta-physics from Caltech is difficult, Guys ask me, canning your potty is more difficult!!!It doesnot stop here, now comes the biological part of the problem after the mathematical part(We Engineers are not very capable of handling that because of the obvious reasons), First you need to control the bowel movement of your stomach(Which I guess, even God cant do) because you dont want to have a overflowing pot and then to have the ugly task of emptying that!!!The second one is controlling your own body movement, you have to sit as still as a sniper, one movement and you miss the golden chance(Luckily, in this case, its only limited for the day, in a sniper's case thats a life).Well, there are days, when things do go right as planned, with precision, and thankfully, that was my day.... The operation went beautifully as planned(The planning stuff I learnt in my current job, or the last job, the way you want to put it).But in the end man, I was sweating niagras.....Anybody wants to team up with me for the "Robotic controlled potty can positioning system"????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36526399-116167350164042557?l=shubhojit1176.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/feeds/116167350164042557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36526399&amp;postID=116167350164042557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116167350164042557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36526399/posts/default/116167350164042557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shubhojit1176.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-more-difficult-than-doing-phd-in.html' title='Whats more difficult than doing a PhD in Metaphysics'/><author><name>Shubhojit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
