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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C08AQ3c6fCp7ImA9WhRUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:27:22.914+05:30</updated><category term="IIM L" /><category term="Sketches" /><category term="Thoughts" /><category term="Humor" /><category term="food" /><category term="India" /><category term="Hyderabad" /><category term="Travels" /><category term="Books" /><title>A Hyderabadi Love Affair</title><subtitle type="html">Once a Hyderabadi ... Always a Hyderabadi!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AHyderabadiLoveAffair" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="ahyderabadiloveaffair" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCQXw_eCp7ImA9WhRVEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-3854025827915834149</id><published>2012-01-10T17:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:06:00.240+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T17:06:00.240+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>I believe its time to run!</title><content type="html">Welcome to the season of running&lt;br /&gt;
A season where each of us have juggled between work and work outs&lt;br /&gt;
A season where we have pushed our limits&lt;br /&gt;
A season where we have drawn inspiration from each other&lt;br /&gt;
A season where we decided that we'd run&lt;br /&gt;
for ourselves, for fitness or for a cause!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its time to run!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe it starts one step at a time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;and then I'd have no idea where my dreams will take me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe the world is my treadmill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe my biggest inspiration is the person infront of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe in solitude and community&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe no decision should be made while running uphill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe that when I think its over... I can always dig a little deeper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe in redefining my impossible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe in myself, and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe in the run&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Nike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-3854025827915834149?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/3854025827915834149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=3854025827915834149" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3854025827915834149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3854025827915834149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-believe.html" title="I believe its time to run!" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NSXg9cCp7ImA9WhRXFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-4631684490565801566</id><published>2011-12-22T00:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:44:58.668+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-22T00:44:58.668+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travels" /><title>In retrospect...!</title><content type="html">An extremely cold start to the year with Lucknow winters and a trip to Gulmarg. Tons of CVs and more placements stuff. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trip to Gulmarg &amp;amp; Srinagar:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mid January with Lambu and Baka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Skiing tutorials, Ice cold walks at -17 degrees, Kashmiri Kehwa, bukhara, Dal lake boat house stay and insane security measures&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trip to Delhi&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;to meet Bansal and got drunk at Connaught Square&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Writing the book - Q&amp;amp;A: &lt;i&gt;Most of January and February.. with Subbu, Uday, Pinky, Adak, Sudeshna, Gogo, Shady. Altruism, God, Hapiness and what not...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trip to Tawang, Shillong and Guwahati: &lt;/b&gt;Early March with Sud, Gogo, Smriti, Shaggy and Soumen das&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Long drives, missed helicopters, Unexplored caves, forsaken hotel rooms, waterless falls of cherrapunjee, Monastries of Tawang and country borders&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
Cousin sister's marriage in Hyderabad&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;With Manish and Rahul. Flew from Kolkata and an action packed 3 day bonanza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Got Convocated in Lucknow &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Road trip from Lucknow to Hyderabad through MP and Maharashtra:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;With Kalyan for 150 kms and the rest alone :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Backpacking across Greece and Italy&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;with Rajat Ghate (Whatta trip!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hiked across Santorini, Walked along Athens and drove to Meteora&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Snow peaks and Dolomites of Bolzano, Canals of Venice, Scarlet Ferrari at Modena, Art of Florence, drives of Tuscany, towers of Pisa, Cliffs of Cinque Terre, Roman auditoriums, Napolean Pizzas, Mountains of Vesuvius and the ruins of Pompei&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
Joined BCG !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never ending parties at Hyderabad with Mittal, Mwa, Rishabh, Gunt, Sakshi and Nimi &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shifted base to Pune with Bansal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Goa trip &lt;/b&gt;with Vaswani&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trip to Chennai:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Murugan Idly, Ente Keralam and the beach! &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trip to Pondicherry&lt;/b&gt; for a Weeklong stay by the sea: &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Long walks along the promenade, Light houses, French and Italian restaurants and ashrams&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trip to Malaysia (KL and Langkawi) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with BCG folks for ROP. : Goswami, AJ, Aysh, pappa, GG, Divya, Surbhi, Pesho, Bhal, Mimani, Sardar and many more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;KL&lt;/b&gt;: Bunked training, KL tower, Pub hopping, Shopping arcades, Road side sushi, Westin, long lunches, and Short presentations&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Langkawi:&lt;/b&gt; Distant Resorts, Long drives, water sports, cycle races, all night beer fest, dead cheap liquour shopping, super exotic dinners, colorful snakes and new friends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trip to Goa&lt;/b&gt; for Viva with BCG at Hyatt: &lt;i&gt;with BCG Cohort of 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Manali trip&lt;/b&gt; for a week: &lt;i&gt;with Lambu and Kandi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Barren apple orchards, 100 Rs rooms, White water rafting, Village fairs, Beas kund trek, exhausted souls, 6 hour long board game sessions, Intoxication with Hookah, Sizzling food platters, Jenga, scrabble and Monopoly&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Hyderabad trip&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;to meet Yoda, Rad and Rishabh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3 day trip to Kakinada&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;my home town&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking forward to the Goa trip for christmas and the new years at home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-4631684490565801566?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/4631684490565801566/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=4631684490565801566" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/4631684490565801566?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/4631684490565801566?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-retrospect.html" title="In retrospect...!" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMMRng9fip7ImA9WhRQFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-3112226680193333997</id><published>2011-12-12T15:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:38:07.666+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T15:38:07.666+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Bucket list</title><content type="html">This was a list that I had compiled in 2007 after attending a session at Deloitte where we were told about a guy who had a list of 127 things to do in his list and ended up completing over a 100. I was inspired and this is what followed...This is more or less a static list. There are ofcourse more additions and less deletions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fly a plane&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do adventure  sports such as &lt;strike&gt;para sailing&lt;/strike&gt; and Bungee&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;River rafting in India&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Make a Sky Dive&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Complete a professional course in mountain  climbing&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go Fishing&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Collect currency of  all the countries in the world &lt;i&gt;(63 countries done)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watch an NBA game&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watch an F1 race - Live! &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;b&gt;See - Travel :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;See the pyramids  at Giza&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go to South  America and see Machupichu   &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Great Wall of  China&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go to the TajMahal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go on a world tour - Circle the world (Spend atleast 4 months doing so) &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Visit the Eiffel  Tower&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go on a cruise to Antarctica&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go to Greenland to  meet the Eskimos&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do a village tour in India, Motorcycle diaries style (&lt;i&gt;Done 2 in the south&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Light house tour of India (See all the lighthouses) &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go to Newzealand for backpacking&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Trek to the Himalayan base camp&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Visit the hill  stations of India (&lt;i&gt;A few in Uttaranchal and Maharashtra remaining&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bike trip to Leh and Laddakh&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Camping for a week in Himachal / J&amp;amp;K / Uttaranchal&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Experience the thrill rides of Vegas&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bag pack across Italy&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write - Read - Learn: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Write a book on  career avenues&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Write a travel book (Crazy travel places, ideas etc) &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Give a live magic  show for 30 mins&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get proficient in  English&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn Italian, Tamil and Spanish&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn more about  the Indian independence story (read the book)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read poems by Keats, Dickens and Shakespeare&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn to play  the synth, guitar and drums&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn to do  professional photography&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read 2000 books  in life time&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn caricature&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Research and learn of  various ancient cultures such as Romans, Egyptians, Mayans and Greek&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eat - Work : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Eat all of "1000 things to eat before you die"&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Try the Ribs from Texas, Chipotle in Mexico and Sushi from Japan &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Work for yourself &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Start an  organization for the old aged&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Support one kid&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Pursue an MBA  Degree&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Play basketball at some professional level.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Random:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Experience Zero gravity&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Run a full marathon in under 5 hours&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do a stand-up comedy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Work a blue collar job&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Study the butterflies&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get a dog&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Play poker at a professional level&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Start a shack at Goa and run it for 6 months&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-3112226680193333997?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/3112226680193333997/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=3112226680193333997" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3112226680193333997?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3112226680193333997?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/12/bucket-list.html" title="Bucket list" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDRX44fCp7ImA9WhRRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-5486308993658877208</id><published>2011-12-01T16:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:16:14.034+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-03T01:16:14.034+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India" /><title>FDI in Retail</title><content type="html">If I think of all the stake holders getting affected in this decision 
and take a call on how it is going to affect each one of them.. Here is 
how the picture looks to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. &lt;b&gt;Large Indian retail chains:&lt;/b&gt;
 These are the guys who will probably be most affected. They are the 
ones who might be forced to make their supply chains much more leaner 
and cost efficient. They are the ones who will take the biggest hit from
 this "competition"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2.&lt;b&gt; Small retail shops:&lt;/b&gt; The small kirana shops, if you ask me 
are safe. The same furore was there when the Indian retail was opened to
 bigger, organised players with deep pockets. However, today everyone 
plays on their own strenghts and have evolved, adapted&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;b&gt;Farmers, Suppliers:&lt;/b&gt; Better bargaining power, better market
 for their products and might as well get some guidance (A win win). I 
dont see the possibility of any exploitation from the "deep pockets"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. &lt;b&gt;Politicians:&lt;/b&gt; Congress - Good move (long pending); BJP - 
Have to take up a fight to oppose it (Thats what opposition is for - 
protest without judging the merits of the move)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. &lt;b&gt;Consumers: &lt;/b&gt;We
 actually are the ones who are most profited as Prof. DTR pointed out.&amp;nbsp; 
We will be spoilt for choice now. We will see many more companies 
competing to provide better service.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6. &lt;b&gt;Macro Economy in general:&lt;/b&gt; Now from a marcro economic 
perspective, This will probably create jobs in sum total. True, there 
may be some firms that might go out of business. However, the overall 
economy will restructure itself and I believe that overall, many more 
jobs will be created.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Overall verdict: &lt;/b&gt;I dont see too many cons of this move. Time 
and again, we have studied that the main problem that India faced in the
 Nehruvian era was &lt;b&gt;Competition&lt;/b&gt;, or lets say the lack of it.This will only enhance competition and hence result in better service overall .. hence..&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; A definte and emphatic Yes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-5486308993658877208?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/5486308993658877208/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=5486308993658877208" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/5486308993658877208?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/5486308993658877208?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/12/fdi-in-retail.html" title="FDI in Retail" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHRno7cCp7ImA9WhRRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-5455529013138348561</id><published>2011-11-19T09:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-26T17:18:57.408+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T17:18:57.408+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>The love of my life...</title><content type="html">Like the first drop of the summer rain&lt;br /&gt;
and the distant hoot of the chugging train,&lt;br /&gt;
A long forgotten song that you loved&lt;br /&gt;
and the flutter of every butterfly that moved&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like the dew drop struggling on a lotus leaf&lt;br /&gt;
The conversation with your friend sharing your grief&lt;br /&gt;
A cup of coffee from mom early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;
or a lazy sunday spent sleeping, eating and doing nothing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A phone call from your childhood friend&lt;br /&gt;
The endless conversations with your girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;
The presence of the one person to come back to at nights&lt;br /&gt;
despite the arguments and the silly little fights&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fun in getting lost in a new place&lt;br /&gt;
The joy of being the reason for the smile on someone's face&lt;br /&gt;
A long walk along the seaside in solitude&lt;br /&gt;
or guzzling on the pizzas, dosas or any other good food&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The joy of receiving a hand written letter&lt;br /&gt;
A nightout with friends in playful banter&lt;br /&gt;
The quick sleep stolen after the alarm rings&lt;br /&gt;
are some of those that define... the love of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-5455529013138348561?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/5455529013138348561/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=5455529013138348561" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/5455529013138348561?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/5455529013138348561?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-of-my-life.html" title="The love of my life..." /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYAQnoyfCp7ImA9WhRTGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-6385225654825172082</id><published>2011-11-09T18:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:22:23.494+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T18:22:23.494+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travels" /><title>A week in Manali</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The art of holidaying evolves for everyone over time. Earlier, holidays were more about activity, sightseeing and checking off everything there is to see in a place. Now it has evolved into something that values time, values each day, each hour and every activity done over the period of 1 week. 2 of my friends and me took a bus from Delhi to Manali. Reaching there Monday morning, we decided to chuck the prebooked hotel and took up a small cottage in the hills in Old Manali. At 100 Rs per day, this was one of the best cottages that I have ever stayed in. Overlooking the snow capped peaks and situated within an Apple orchard, this place was ideal for a lazy holiday.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kkm18dyk7tk/Trpezp9LzkI/AAAAAAAAIJE/nGZvfzKL5Zg/s1600/IMG_2183.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The day we reached, we hired a car and went white water rafting in river Beas. The snow melted water was extremely cold. A 14km ride and 600 per head was worth the bone shattering swim. Later towards the evening, we visited the Dussera mela in Kulu which is held every year for 20 days. The next day was mostly about long walks, coffee shops and trek preparation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Beas Kund lake is a popular trek that starts from Solang valley and is usually completed in 3 days. Situated at a height of 4471m, the trek to this glacial lake is a steep ~1000m climb in about 7-8 kms. Terrain is mostly through boulders, snow mounds and ridge crossings. Difficulty: Moderate. We decided to start from Dhundi and finish the trek in a day. We had taken about 6 hours to reach the lake and another 3 to return to the base. We actually had to take off our shoes and cross a river during the trek. The lake is surrounded on all 4 sides by snow capped peaks and is a delight to the eyes. Completing this trek in 9 hours gave us inexplicable satisfaction and incurable enervation. We had slept through most of the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtmIs7grSX4/TrphlpK_ZuI/AAAAAAAAIJk/b3z9vEQ74ls/s1600/IMG00103-20111025-1641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The next three days, we ended up holidaying in the most amazing way possible. There is a small cafe along the way to Manu temple called the &lt;a href="http://driftersinn.in/" target="_blank"&gt;Drifter's Inn&lt;/a&gt;. We had spent more than 5 hrs each day at this place playing every board game possible. Scrabble, Jenga and Monopoly were declared the winners. The cafe served some of the best continental food. Completed reading "&lt;i&gt;A fine balance&lt;/i&gt;" by Rohinton Mistry and slept for more than 10 hours each day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Focus on Jenga&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scrabble time!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Thats all about the week that was. A calm and peaceful Diwali it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-6385225654825172082?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/6385225654825172082/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=6385225654825172082" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/6385225654825172082?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/6385225654825172082?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-in-manali.html" title="A week in Manali" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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/-eBYqFHquXBw/TrpeWfev7QI/AAAAAAAAIIs/WryNCBVyKyg/s72-c/IMG_2149.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Manali, Himachal Pradesh, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>32.2396325 77.1887145</georss:point><georss:box>32.226202 77.1689735 32.253063 77.2084555</georss:box></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ERXYyeCp7ImA9WhdSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-3279555392176815398</id><published>2011-07-28T18:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:28:24.890+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T18:28:24.890+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>"Set of guiding principles" or a "medium to control masses"?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcH9itElgWs/TjEB9sfkcvI/AAAAAAAAIHc/vVrJv_yGlOo/s1600/9_3_orig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcH9itElgWs/TjEB9sfkcvI/AAAAAAAAIHc/vVrJv_yGlOo/s200/9_3_orig.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Religion for me has always been a very controversial topic. Mostly because of the contrast observed in the intended purpose and the ground reality of what religion is today. Idealogically speaking, religion is supposed to be a set of guiding principles of how a&amp;nbsp; man should lead a just life. While the principles may be different, the underlying values are the same across Hinduism, Christianity or Islam. What religion started out to be was to teach a man to live life in such manner that he becomes one with nature. One set of rules for everyone to abide so that all can coexist peacefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is pitiful though, is what religion has evolved into. Though my interpretation is largely pessimistic and not a generalisation in any manner, glimpses of what I will be speaking are still widely prevalant in todays world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Religion for me is the sole source of communal problems in our country which the constitution defines as a sovereign&lt;span class="st"&gt;, socialist, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;secular&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, democratic republic&lt;/span&gt;. Although it is more to do with selfish individuals who have misused the concept for their own purposes including power, vote banks and many more. Religion is probably what led India to get separated from Pakistan. Religion is what killed a few thousands in Babri, a few more in Gujrat and many other instances that I can recall. There are political parties that exist where 50% of their manifestos are based on communal development. India has seen the emergence of caste system and untouchability over the last few centuries. So what fuelled these absurd rites? Caste system started off as a way of dividing the working population based on their profession. It is scary to think of what the same caste system has become today. Religion is often used as a tool by various religious leaders and thinkers to control the masses. The sins committed on the name of god are unpardonable. So how did religion evolve into what it is today? Why was there no control over what started out on a moral high ground. How did we let some people take it over and misuse it? I am not an atheist or a cynic for religion. I am just not happy about its misuse and its evolution into what it is today. I believe that the divinity is lost to some extent somewhere along the its road to where it stands today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking at things differently, religion is essential in today's life. Practically speaking, it is the primary way in which the masses can be given a moral order which all can adhere to. Religion helps controlling chaos by defining a set of rules for behaviour and conduct. But most importantly, religion is the way of life for a lot of people. There are majority of people for whom religion is sacred and sacrosanct. It is the others who malign the concept, with whom my discontent lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is there a solution to this? Can we maintain the sanctity of religion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Disclaimer: I do not understand any other religion but Hinduism. Even in Hinduism, what I know is probably just the tip of the iceberg. My general discontent is for what I have observed personally and nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-3279555392176815398?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/3279555392176815398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=3279555392176815398" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3279555392176815398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3279555392176815398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/07/set-of-guiding-principles-or-medium-to.html" title="&quot;Set of guiding principles&quot; or a &quot;medium to control masses&quot;?" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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/-rcH9itElgWs/TjEB9sfkcvI/AAAAAAAAIHc/vVrJv_yGlOo/s72-c/9_3_orig.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNQ386fyp7ImA9WhdSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-2526875954696925039</id><published>2011-07-25T00:27:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:54:52.117+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-25T08:54:52.117+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travels" /><title>Serenity by the seaside</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solace by the sea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always criticized the sea side towns even though I was born in one of those. They are sultry. They stink often. The beaches have always been dirty. I have always had this uncomfortable feel, thanks to the sweat and dirt. Most people I have met from these seaside towns have always defended their place, and its charm, passionately and vehemently. I never understood why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today as I sit by the beach once again, I cant help but admire the sea, admire the waves hitting the rocks relentlessly. Last few days, I have spent a good amount of my time in Pondicherry in Tamilnadu. The weather as in most of the South, was hot, humid and sultry. I spent most of time walking along the coast, sipping coffee at the beach side cafes, watching families flock towards the evenings. There is a different way of life here, along the sea side. The quaint beaches complemented by the buzzing of the crowds brings the place alive each and every minute. The constant rumbling of the waves against the rocks, the perpetual sea breeze, vendors selling anything and everything from &lt;i&gt;bhel&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;mirchi bajji&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;baloons&lt;/i&gt; are things you have to sit and admire.There are all kinds of people that gather here. Old men meeting up with their friends to have discussion of how the new government is going to change the state, couples sitting on the rocks and exchanging sweet nothings, college students expressing their joy at Rajnikanth's comeback or the aunties discussing the latest soap that started on Sun TV.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Minutes and hours pass away easily just by sitting at the edge of the rocks and staring at the waves and people around. The most fascinating experience has been my hunt for the new lighthouse which was unfortunately off limits for me. The small fishing villages dotted along the coast are a treat to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each of these and all of these is probably what brings character to these towns. A kind of identity that we will have to fall in love with. Something we probably wont understand untill we live it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-2526875954696925039?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/2526875954696925039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=2526875954696925039" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/2526875954696925039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/2526875954696925039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/07/serenity-by-seaside.html" title="Serenity by the seaside" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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/-p1SKPKHQaFM/Tixp0ZSL8-I/AAAAAAAAIHU/bl6fFfGrdB8/s72-c/IMG00070-20110723-0740.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUHRn07eCp7ImA9WhZaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-8831765588234604158</id><published>2011-06-29T23:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:00:37.300+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-30T00:00:37.300+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Thinkers, Doers and the "Others"</title><content type="html">These broadly are the 3 kinds of men in the world out there today.  The Thinkers, the doers and the "others". Way  forward would not have been possible had it not been for the first two.  Progress cannot happen unless the thinkers and the doers coexist and  perform together. It is the third kind, the scavengers, who have lead  second hand lives all along and squeezed every penny of the more  resourceful ones.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While the thinkers provides a vision, a  direction and a way forward, the doer implements and takes the idea /  thought to a successful and meaningful completion. Mind you that these  two sets are not exactly mutually exclusive. The most effective leaders  have been those who have put their thoughts to action, those who have  implemented their own strategies to success. Mahatma Gandhi, Adolf  Hilter, Mahendra Singh Dhoni have become what they are only because they  led from the front. They were able to convert their thoughts to  actions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So why exactly this abstract topic? This is an  attempt to evoke thought in you. The world would be such a better place  if everyone of us resolve into becoming one of these two instead of  trying to pull down someone who actually is out there adding value,  instead of criticizing someone who is &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to do something  different. Are we making a difference? Are we doing some good to the  world out there? Are we doing good to ourself?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-8831765588234604158?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/8831765588234604158/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=8831765588234604158" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/8831765588234604158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/8831765588234604158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/06/thinkers-doers-and-others.html" title="Thinkers, Doers and the &quot;Others&quot;" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGQH47fCp7ImA9WhZbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-2381987832605613206</id><published>2011-06-22T14:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:02:01.004+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-22T15:02:01.004+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>A Tribute</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taken from the theme song of Friends&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
When the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
Like I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
'Cuz you're there for me too...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're still in bed at ten&lt;br /&gt;
And work began at eight&lt;br /&gt;
You've burned your breakfast&lt;br /&gt;
So far... things are goin' great&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these&lt;br /&gt;
Oh but she didn't tell you when the world has brought&lt;br /&gt;
You down to your knees that...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
When the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
Like I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;
'Cuz you're there for me too...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one could ever know me&lt;br /&gt;
No one could ever see me&lt;br /&gt;
Seems you're the only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;
What it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;
Someone to face the day with&lt;br /&gt;
Make it through all the rest with&lt;br /&gt;
Someone I'll always laugh with&lt;br /&gt;
Even at my worst I'm best with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:)&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/2193271466701648720-2381987832605613206?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/2381987832605613206/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=2381987832605613206" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/2381987832605613206?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/2381987832605613206?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends-tribute.html" title="A Tribute" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAEQXw7eip7ImA9WhZWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-3552235072047404559</id><published>2011-05-18T04:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-18T04:21:40.202+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-18T04:21:40.202+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIM L" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title>A love story!</title><content type="html">There is usually a huge difference in the expectations and the on-ground reality for most MBA grads when it comes to management education. This is about a love story that every guy imagines.. A love story that "could have been".. A&amp;nbsp;love story called management education.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MBA is like a &lt;i&gt;brothel&lt;/i&gt;. You never really get the chance to fall in love. Fall in love with a subject or with a concept. There is so much focus on developing the managers of tomorrow that any indulgence that you display is only going to get back at you. Real Hard! Falling in love with a subject is only going to&amp;nbsp;make sure that you love the others lesser than they deserve. Only a little love (Read: Time) is available for all the subjects put together. How you distribute is your headache. Some might enjoy finance more than marketing and some, economics over operations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the most optimal (Focus of optimality is on the marks rather than the understanding) is often the &lt;i&gt;"one night stand"&lt;/i&gt;. You barely look at her the whole term and the night before the exam, you cuddle her, cajole her and finally get her into bed with you. Now comes the best part.. Ditch.. Flee from the scene.. Never to look back.. Never to remember what she was like.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are people who begin to develop &lt;i&gt;crushes &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;flings&lt;/i&gt;. They typically spend enough "&lt;i&gt;extra&lt;/i&gt;" time on one affair that the others would have taken offense by then and hence decreasing his overall pleasure gained (Read: GPA). The topper of course gets the distinction of being the Casanova. He manages to seduce not one but all of them at the same time. For those of you who aren't satisfied with the one night stands, there is always the Ph.D. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-3552235072047404559?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/3552235072047404559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=3552235072047404559" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3552235072047404559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3552235072047404559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-story.html" title="A love story!" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IASXo7fCp7ImA9Wx9bFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-2239612627255741782</id><published>2011-02-26T06:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:22:28.404+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-26T06:22:28.404+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>What is happiness</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I had earlier written a blog on how I defined&lt;a href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-thing-they-call-happiness.html"&gt; happiness&lt;/a&gt;. A couple of us had a series of discussions around the same and this is a compendium of those discussions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As  we traversed quest for happiness by individuals to getting to define  how one perceives happiness, there was one common string that linked  them all. That at the end of the day, it is what you choose. I am happy  if I choose to be so. Happiness we believe is internal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We can be happy w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ithout anything and at the same time, with everything, we may not be. The problem everyone  faces today is that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;define for themselves a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;concept of happiness, and then struggle to achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Further  exploring the root cause for the so called, state of being, happiness,  we had a diverse views when it came to understanding the term. Happiness  is something that is a state of being, which can be controlled to  remain calm and composed at all times and attaining such a state of  poise is the ultimate goals of life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Happiness is essentially a state  where one feels at bliss and in unison with the nature. On the other end  of the extreme, it is defined as a result of a series of emotions and  in essence, the joy felt in the journey of fulfilling dreams and  creating even better ones. While some of us argued for the ultimate  nirvana where one aims for a state of eternal bliss, the others looked  at happiness as a series of countless infinitesimal pleasures. The  debate was whether this transient nature of happiness is worth fighting  for. One persistent argument was that happiness was beyond being a state  of mind whereas the others took a more pragmatic view that happiness is  much more of emotions that a constant state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #222222; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It is probably up to you to understand whether happiness is a string of emotions or a constant state of being.&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/2193271466701648720-2239612627255741782?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/2239612627255741782/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=2239612627255741782" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/2239612627255741782?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/2239612627255741782?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-happiness.html" title="What is happiness" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AASHc8fSp7ImA9Wx9UF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-3297445148388416381</id><published>2011-02-15T03:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:45:49.975+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T08:45:49.975+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India" /><title>The Indian National Anthem</title><content type="html">Every time I have heard the Indian National Anthem, I have felt a chill down my spine. It erupts from a sudden gush of pride, belonging, awakening and may be a lot more. How many of us can proudly claim that they know the anthem word to word? How many of us don't observe that hint of awkwardness to stand up when the national anthem is heard nearby.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still believe that the current generation who are in their 20s and beyond are doing marginally better than the kids. Is the pride for the country realised by all? Do they understand the Tiranga, the national anthem and our national heroes? Do you? I was not even surprised when a 10 year old kid exclaimed that the actor from &lt;i&gt;"Lage raho Munna Bhai&lt;/i&gt;" was on the Indian 100 Rs. note. This incident is not an exaggeration but an awakening. May be its time each of us reflect on what this means to the generations to come. If we don't follow and teach, then some things will be lost forever. &lt;i&gt;Jana gana mana..&lt;/i&gt; should not be among those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-3297445148388416381?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/3297445148388416381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=3297445148388416381" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3297445148388416381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3297445148388416381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/02/indian-national-anthem.html" title="The Indian National Anthem" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDRXc5eCp7ImA9Wx9VEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-5026178211071946162</id><published>2011-01-28T19:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:27:54.920+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T19:27:54.920+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travels" /><title>Gulmarg Calling...</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Lucknow - Delhi - Srinagar - Gulmarg and Back (total expenditure ~ Rs 13000)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Delhi to Srinagar flight - Rs. 3300 (750 Km)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the plane&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;we took a low cost carrier which was booked 10 days in advance and got a good bargain for the flight prices. The minute we got down the flight, the temperature outside was 0 deg. After Lucknow winters this was suddenly not so bad anymore. We immediately put on an extra layer of jacket. This was one of the most scenic flights ever taken. Sitting on the right side gives a gorgeous view of the Himalayas. The ground underneath was covered in a foot high snow everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Srinagar to Tangmarg - Rs. 1000 (40 Km) (Sharing - 50 Rs)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We hired a prepaid taxi (Available withing the airport) till Tangmarg which is close to Gulmarg. One has to change vehicles here towards Gulmarg as the road is covered in snow and hence only 4WD vehicles or those with chains on their tires can drive. Though the prepaid charged us 1000, there is surely a cheaper way to get here by getting to the city of Srinagar first, which would cost about Rs.50 and then taking the public bus which goes to Tangmarg. Given the lack of time, we went for the costlier option.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gulmarg Entrance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tangmarg to Gulmarg - Rs 30 (18 km)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is the most beautiful part of the journey laced by snow peaked mountains on either sides and dotted with pines. Gives you the feeling that its Christmas. There are Sumos which can drop you at Gulmarg at Rs.30. Sharing a ride to the top is the best way from here. Don't fall into the trap of agents who tell you that buying / hiring gumboots and long coats is a must.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Gulmarg (3 days)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Govt. Ski hire place&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Getting a hotel is particularly easy. There are numerous hotel and people are few. Hotel prices vary as to how far they are from the Ski Slope, their heating facilities (Central heating Vs. Bukhara - Wood in a fire kiln) etc.. The central heating ones on a non weekend day could come for Rs.2500 per day where as the one we stayed (Hotel Sherlyn I guess) charged Rs. 800 (He'd have given for 600). The weekends get busy here owing to the local tourists. We went to IISM to hire skis for the 3 days that we were there. They charged Rs.350 per day for the equipment which was truly world class. They got us an instructor who could teach us skiing. Fayaz (09797868684) was an amazing instructor who taught both of us at the same time. He charged Rs. 500 per day (he will ask for more initially).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the Hotel room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Most of the first day was spent in learning to fall in all possible ways. By the end of the second day, both of us were able to ski down the slope at Gulmarg. Skiing was an absolutely thrilling sport which of course is equally tiring. The ski set together with the boots must be weighting around 5 Kgs. Walking up the ski slope each time with the boots was really an ordeal. We skiied all day and were completely exhausted by the evenings. The temparature drops all of a sudden in the evenings. After each day of skiing, we had dinner and Kashmiri Kehwa (Sweet drink with strong cinnamon flavor and dry fruits) each day. We also tried salty kashmiri tea and kashmiri pulao at Gulmarg.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the third day, we went up on the top of the Phase II through the Gondola. The views from this place were absolutely fantastic. The ride till the top is completely worth it. One can get a clear view of the Nanga Parbat (8014 Mts) and the Sunshine peak as well as the mountains that guard the POK. There is a lake over and final mountain which is a 1km hike on the snow. Phase II is an absolute Skier's paradise. On our way back, we completely used public transport and were charged Rs.80 to get to the city of Srinagar from Gulmarg. We stayed the night at the Dal lake among one of its numerous house boats.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome views atop Phase II&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Beware that the security check at Srinagar is much more than the usual airports. The airline scanners close sharp 45 mins before departure and no hand luggage is allowed into the plane except for laptops and Cameras. There are a series of checks even before one reaches the airport. You also get dropped a km before the airport's main entrance if you get there by an auto. So keep atleast 1.5 hrs of buffer rather than the usual 1hr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-5026178211071946162?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/5026178211071946162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=5026178211071946162" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/5026178211071946162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/5026178211071946162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/01/gulmarg-calling.html" title="Gulmarg Calling..." /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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/_WJuD6trpq2Q/TULJPI1UAHI/AAAAAAAAIAk/mwGiDLL-Mxw/s72-c/167950_10150126689386660_650711659_7840505_287923_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEERHY5cSp7ImA9WhZWFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-4582659698064489678</id><published>2011-01-07T16:34:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-18T02:06:45.829+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-18T02:06:45.829+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>What is God?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God - Its origins?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You  might have noticed that I have used it rather than a he/she. Mankind  has always been dependent. Man depends on his wife for care, for food  and for sustenance of a family. Woman has depended on man for security,  love and more. The early man feared most natural phenomenon such as  thunder, lightning, earthquakes and floods. There were certain aspects  that he did not understand about this planet and hence started 'praying'  for help. He realized the existence of a greater force which had  created all such natural destruction and started worshiping them. Here I  believe was the origin. God as a greater force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evolution of a fear- Idols and Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As  time passed, due to various reasons which will be discussed further on,  the idea of god was attributed with attributes like omniscience,  omnipotence, omnipresence and eternal existence. Man started worshiping  the earth, the sky and each other phenomenon that he is scared of. He  started naming each of the forces that he worshiped. Earth god was known  as Gaia where as sky was worshiped as Jupiter in Greek history.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evolution into an idea - Religion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Religion  was only a fallout of the emergence of an idea called god. Each sect  had their own way of praying. Each way gradually evolved into a religion  which is nothing but an amalgamation of certain ideas of how to lead  lives in a just manner. Not all religions had a physical idol as god. A  god here refers to a greater force that dictated the moral good in  Humans. However, what the religions have today evolved into is a debate  in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is God?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God  means different things to different people. God has been the greatest  conception of man to solve multiple purposes. God is an idea that gives  hope, support and a source of faith.&amp;nbsp; Out of faith emerges belief in an  idea. Early times visualized god as the guiding belief that enabled man  to continue without fear of natural disasters. God today has evolved  more as an source of belief owing to the values that are taught at our  childhood. God is a powerful idea that dictates a moral etiquette.This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God  has been created by the weak to rule over the strong (May not be in a  literal sense). The Greek, Roman and Aztec histories are examples of how  the priests (physically weak) had a say over the warriors class  (strong). The priests portrayed themselves as the messengers of god and  hence had the ultimate say in areas as diverse as defense and  Administration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people need a  physical resemblance of the idea to guide them through their journey.  Hence the concept of an Allah, A Ram, A Vishnu, A Brahma, A Jesus. Every  physical figure that has ever been created by man has always been a  man/woman. Virtuous men who have showed the world the way to lead a just  life. So God is just a driving force, irrespective of whether you  believe in a physical form or in an idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The important question&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The  question whether god exists or whether anyone has seen or if it is a  male or a female is irrelevant. The more important question that we need  to ask ourselves is whether &lt;b&gt;we believe&lt;/b&gt;. Do we believe in something? Do we believe in anything? Do we believe in ourselves?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Opinion&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;I am what I am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God  exists. God exists in myself. I am my god. I can. I am my source of  belief. I don't agree that someone else controls the universe. There is  no such thing as fate, no such thing as destiny.&amp;nbsp; I make my life. Does  that make me an atheist? An Agnostic? May be not. Even I believe in god.  Though its not the same as most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything is explained by  science. The big bang, the theory of evolution and many more such ideas  explain the world I live in. However, I do acknowledge the fact that  there is something superior which has started it all. The view I hold is  that man has still not achieved expertise to deduce what that is. Until  the day, man can explain that superior force which is the reason for  all unexplainable things, I will acknowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-4582659698064489678?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/4582659698064489678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=4582659698064489678" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/4582659698064489678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/4582659698064489678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-god.html" title="What is God?" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NRng4fyp7ImA9Wx9QFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-3031639199386180438</id><published>2010-12-30T04:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T04:03:17.637+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T04:03:17.637+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travels" /><title>Roads taken - 2010</title><content type="html">As an yearly tradition, here is the list of places that I have visited in the last one year. Given an MBA curriculum, travel gets all the more difficult. Yet I have managed to do some trips.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;March:&lt;/b&gt; Gwaldham and Munsiyari - Home to the Trishul and other peaks. Breath taking views of the Himalayas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;April:&lt;/b&gt; Summer internship in Bombay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;May:&lt;/b&gt; Goa baby! Southern Goa - Lazing around the beaches, water sports, music and food :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;June: &lt;/b&gt;Goa again! This time up north, Casino fun!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;September: &lt;/b&gt;Hemkund, Valley of flowers - Awesome trek, walked more than a 70 kms. Also saw Joshimath and Auli. One of the best treks I have been to.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet another Goa trip for the year. The third time this year. This time in the Taj resort with the whole of BCG. Loads of booze and a lot more fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-3031639199386180438?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/3031639199386180438/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=3031639199386180438" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3031639199386180438?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3031639199386180438?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/12/roads-taken-2010.html" title="Roads taken - 2010" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMSX0_eip7ImA9Wx9UF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-7028196191432085361</id><published>2010-09-30T04:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:51:28.342+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T08:51:28.342+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Why do I need a title?</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Its 4.10 in the morning/night. After a tiring day, I hit the bed by 2, which is has been a rarity lately. It was then that a friend of mine mentioned that the 8.45 class in the morning was canceled. This is a feeling that I used to feel as a kid when I suddenly knew that school had a holiday. Be it those political bandhs or because of some problem which was inevitably morphed in the joy of a holiday. After a few rounds of scrabble with unknown ppl, I started thinking. Right from Plato to Pluto. And here are a few of those thoughts that hit me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;If any civilization is to survive, it is the morality of altruism that men have to reject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;~Ayn Rand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Call me a cynic, call me pessimist, but I don't agree with the concept of altruism. I cannot fathom its presence in today's world. Every action by an individual has an ulterior motive. Each alm you share with a beggar, each good deed that you have done today, everything has an underlying aspect of fulfillment of ones' need. Be it the need to feel good about yourself of be it the need to show others that you are generous. This however, is something most of them deny and would hate to accept. My intention is not to judge someone's action but just to instigate a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess its time to sleep.. Too much abstractness is injurious to health.. My interpretation and take on Ayn Rand's statement to follow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-7028196191432085361?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/7028196191432085361/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=7028196191432085361" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/7028196191432085361?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/7028196191432085361?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-do-i-need-title.html" title="Why do I need a title?" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAR3w5fSp7ImA9WhZbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-5716326970660486046</id><published>2010-09-17T01:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:19:06.225+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-15T09:19:06.225+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travels" /><title>Hell to Heaven and back!</title><content type="html">With 8 days of term break, the initial plan was to go to the Pindari glacier near Gwaldham. Thanks to heavy rains and landslides, we made our way to a relatively easier trek: The valley of flowers and Hemkund sahib! Valley of flowers is a fairly easy trek that does not need any preparation except for some warm clothes. We&amp;nbsp; ultimately ended up walking about 70 kms in 4 days and traveled the other 4. Scenic. Simple. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st Sep:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Train from Lucknow to Haldwani / Kathgodam. Highly uneventful except for the 2.5 wait at the railway station :P&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJuD6trpq2Q/TJJt0MlJqjI/AAAAAAAAH-o/TVl982qkue4/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJuD6trpq2Q/TJJt0MlJqjI/AAAAAAAAH-o/TVl982qkue4/s200/043.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;4th Sep:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; We started for Govind ghat, the starting point of the trek for Valley of flowers and Hemkund. Govind ghat was about 18 kms from Joshimath and took us about an hour to reach. We could see huge stones that just fell off the mountain on the roads and the beauty of the mountains was breath taking. The target for the day was to reach Ghangariya which was 13 kms from Govindghat and took us close to 5.5 hrs for completion. This being a very popular trek, especially with the Sikhs who make the trip every year to visit the Gurudwara, there were plenty of dhabas on the way which served various items ranging from Paranthas to dry fruits, cool drinks, water and a lot more. One can also hire mules to get to either Ghangariya or all the way till Hemkund for a cost of around 500. The journey upto Ghangariya base is mostly uphill where we gain close to 1200 mts in altitude. One can witness the mighty mountains, never ending series of waterfalls while the white waters from the glacier melted peaks flows at a furious pace. We reached Ghangariya by 1:30 and 2 of us decided to rush to get a glimpse of the valley of flowers. At this time of the year, hotels are abundant. Food and stay should not typically be a owing to the continuous traffic this place sees due to the pilgrims headed to Hemkund.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;8th Sep:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The whole day went in traveling from Karanprayag to Kathgodam where we caught the train back to lucknow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-5716326970660486046?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/5716326970660486046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=5716326970660486046" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/5716326970660486046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/5716326970660486046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/09/hell-to-heaven-and-back.html" title="Hell to Heaven and back!" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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/_WJuD6trpq2Q/TJJsJTSivuI/AAAAAAAAH-g/derpS4K5Zq0/s72-c/027.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUBRnwzeCp7ImA9WxFUEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-2162224321603198996</id><published>2010-06-21T19:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:20:57.280+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-21T19:20:57.280+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>The girl in the mirror</title><content type="html">There she was&lt;br /&gt;flowing in pink&lt;br /&gt;jumping with joy&lt;br /&gt;the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind stopped for her&lt;br /&gt;the earth stood still&lt;br /&gt;the birds stopped chirping&lt;br /&gt;the clock stopped ticking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she waited there&lt;br /&gt;for her love, her life&lt;br /&gt;she waited for this day&lt;br /&gt;for it was all she ever dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she stood&lt;br /&gt;as colorful as the flapping wings of a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;as beautiful as the rain drop on the lotus leaf&lt;br /&gt;the girl in the mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-2162224321603198996?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/2162224321603198996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=2162224321603198996" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/2162224321603198996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/2162224321603198996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/06/girl-in-mirror.html" title="The girl in the mirror" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHQHY-fip7ImA9Wx9UF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-558060120908254868</id><published>2010-06-13T09:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:52:11.856+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T08:52:11.856+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIM L" /><title>Summer of '10</title><content type="html">All summers till date, I have spent either traveling or getting back to my village. This summer was different. This summer I haven't traveled. I spent all of it in one place - Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before it all had started, I know I was heading to yet another rat race with in the CAT race. The internship saga that happens in all the IIMs. I was waiting for it. I was ready to take it head on. It had been a wonderful experience. Learning about Rubies, Sapphires and Emeralds wasn't something I was prepared for. But what the heck.. It was interesting. Following it up with farming, It couldn't have got any better.&lt;br /&gt;
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The whole of two months just passed in a flurry. 2 of my main activities - Work or come back home and sleep. Weekly parties, monthly outing and movies set the tone. I have been to some of the best eateries of Mumbai. I have had the most exotic food. I interacted with the best of the best. To sum it up.. It was an '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got a chance to visit Goa for the first time.. Loved it so much that I went back again towards the end. While the first visit was a serene two day holiday amidst the coconut trees, the second was a wild casino party. Goa is one place I will remember for the time to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that I have come back to the campus, It feels empty. It feels free and liberated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-558060120908254868?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/558060120908254868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=558060120908254868" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/558060120908254868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/558060120908254868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-of-10.html" title="Summer of '10" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMRXc9fCp7ImA9Wx9UF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-7583914977401947590</id><published>2010-02-19T05:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:53:04.964+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T08:53:04.964+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIM L" /><title>Trouble Maker!</title><content type="html">Its 5.53 AM. For the past 5 days, I have slept 2,3,3,4 and 5 hours respectively. Yet I look forward to getting back to the legendary Operations tents. I work from 8 in the night to 12 in the afternoon. Believe me its been a fun ride. Its all gonna come to an end. These 5 days have been extremely busy.. Running around, Trouble shooting and a lot more than I could normally take. Not once was I actually tired, mentally. As physically exhausting as it was, it was a great team to work with and great fun all in all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-7583914977401947590?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/7583914977401947590/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=7583914977401947590" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/7583914977401947590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/7583914977401947590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/02/trouble-maker.html" title="Trouble Maker!" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCQHszfip7ImA9WxFUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-3377119678172793455</id><published>2010-02-07T17:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:52:41.586+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-22T20:52:41.586+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>That thing they call HAPPINESS</title><content type="html">As I woke up with a smile in the morning, I noticed that I was visibly happy most part of the day. I sat wondering what is it that makes me happy, makes me smile. Often do I feel this way, but its not everyday that i feel this bliss, not everyday that I feel so much at peace with myself. Such a simple question and yet an nonexistent answer. The day I end up answering it, My life would be Utopian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I find my happiness in the watching the rising sun along the sea shore, watching the setting sun, the waves! I find it in silence, in solitude, in loneliness, in my freedom to say no and more importantly to say yes! I find happiness in my will, my resolve, in good food, in a country song or in a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it in a warm smile, a passionate kiss, a hot cup of coffee, a heartfelt compliment from someone, in watching the stars, deciphering the full moon, staring at the crescent, on a cold winter morning or the unusual showers. I find happiness in a cup of vanilla icecream, the sleep after a hard day work or with the newspaper in the loo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it is what you choose. I am happy if I choose to be so. Happiness comprises of such minute fractions and memories of joy. A kind look or a forgotten act of charity and other such countless infinitesimal pleasurable feelings constitute my happiness.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back at the happiest moments of my life, strangely its not the cracking the IITs and IIMs that I remember. Its the memories of my family, my friends, the games i played as a kid, time spent with my family that hit me back! Am I surprised? No!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile on someones face because of me is what gives me the greatest joy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-3377119678172793455?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/3377119678172793455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=3377119678172793455" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3377119678172793455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/3377119678172793455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-thing-they-call-happiness.html" title="That thing they call HAPPINESS" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCQng5cSp7ImA9WxBQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-521259151214168946</id><published>2010-01-13T18:41:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:27:43.629+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-14T19:27:43.629+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIM L" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travels" /><title>Of Forests, Watch towers and Elephants!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJuD6trpq2Q/S03JTrhaUrI/AAAAAAAAHu0/9AAtEcGTF4o/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJuD6trpq2Q/S03JTrhaUrI/AAAAAAAAHu0/9AAtEcGTF4o/s320/DSC01375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426214465988874930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dudwa Wildlife Sanctuary - November 30th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudwa is synonymous with strolls in the forest and solitude. Calm, peaceful and pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first trip out of IIM L, Khadu, Penguin, Sudeep, Gogo, Shaggy, Ghasi and myself, we found our recluse at the Dudwa WLS on the border of Nepal. 238 Kms from Lucknow, the journey took us roughly 5 hours by a Qualis. Thanks to Sudeep, We booked our rooms at the Tharu huts to avoid any accommodation hassles. We started from the campus at 2.30 and reached the camp at 7.30 in the night. Breaking away from the monotony of life we got accustomed to, most of the journey was spent singing songs and eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJuD6trpq2Q/S03Pe1qHgqI/AAAAAAAAHu8/gwRpi1eznhA/s1600-h/Dudwa+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJuD6trpq2Q/S03Pe1qHgqI/AAAAAAAAHu8/gwRpi1eznhA/s320/Dudwa+Collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426221254758072994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first night at this place was mostly fun &amp;amp; frolic. Signature, Kingfisher, Caste, Religion, India and Politics all came in at the same time and provided some profound discussions till 4 in the night. The next morning, we took our vehicle and went out for a stroll in the forest. The gates are open only between 7-10 in the morning and again from 2-5 in the afternoon. After a jolly ride through the absolute green, we decided to go to Nepal which is a 15 km drive from the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately some Maoists bombed the border village of Nepal and hence we could not go much on the inside. However, we did buy certain souvenirs in the local market. Filled with shawls, clothes, perfumes and a lot more genuinely fake stuff, the market was bustling with activity. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJuD6trpq2Q/S03Ti9YURlI/AAAAAAAAHvE/IvFBPhDHW_g/s1600-h/IMG_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJuD6trpq2Q/S03Ti9YURlI/AAAAAAAAHvE/IvFBPhDHW_g/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426225723596883538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a watch tower at one end of the camp which provided a great view from the top. We spent a lot of time chatting away at the top! The night  was spent mostly playing killer and mafia, games taught to us by shaggy. We never thought playing these games would be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get hold of elephants for a ride in the forest on the final day. A slow and three hour long ride amidst the trees was a splendid experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total distance: 550 kms&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2 days&lt;br /&gt;Cost: about Rs. 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-521259151214168946?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/521259151214168946/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=521259151214168946" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/521259151214168946?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/521259151214168946?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-forests-watch-towers-and-elephants.html" title="Of Forests, Watch towers and Elephants!" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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/_WJuD6trpq2Q/S03JTrhaUrI/AAAAAAAAHu0/9AAtEcGTF4o/s72-c/DSC01375.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAMQHs_fyp7ImA9WxBREkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-7704929829882393286</id><published>2010-01-01T01:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:16:21.547+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-01T01:16:21.547+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travels" /><title>The Roads taken - 2009</title><content type="html">Here is what I had written exactly an year ago - &lt;a href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2008/12/roads-taken.html"&gt;Roads taken 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An year down, I see in retrospect and it hasn't been that bad really!&lt;br /&gt;I had my share of travels and here is the short list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan -&lt;/span&gt; Road trip - Hyderabad - Horsley hills - Talakona - Hyderabad. A total of 1350 kms in 2 days and in 2 cars. A nights' sleep in the open on a hill in sleeping bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March &lt;/span&gt;- Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; - After about 5 months of being busy with 'cat prep' and 'interview' and what-nots, The drought was ended with an awesome road trip to Kerala. Again 2300 kms in 7 days.. Slept on railway platforms, in tea plantations, trekked in Wayanad, Rode the beaches of Kasargod and saw the beauty of Agumbe and Hampi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; - Yet another month of immense travel. This time my travels took me west to Germany, Switzerland and France. Mesmerized by the meadows of Switzerland, the Autobahn of Germany and the Eiffel tower of Paris, This would be one trip that I am not going to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed it up with a road trip to Rajahmundry and Kakinada.. With roads like those.. it was pure driving pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; - Ended it up with a trip up north to Dudwa wild life sanctuary on the border of Nepal. 2 days .. nothing but the forests and us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanderlust Prevails ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-7704929829882393286?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/7704929829882393286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=7704929829882393286" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/7704929829882393286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/7704929829882393286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/01/roads-taken-2009.html" title="The Roads taken - 2009" /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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 gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUDQ3g-cCp7ImA9Wx9UF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193271466701648720.post-1850265444770911940</id><published>2010-01-01T00:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:54:32.658+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T08:54:32.658+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Another year come and gone..</title><content type="html">As a principle, I hate Newyears and Bdays and any other so called days that attract too much attention and hype. I somehow fail to share the same joy with which others prepare, plan and proceed to execute the 'Most important day of my life' every new years eve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So whats the big deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You get an year older..&lt;br /&gt;
You get together and drink with your friends (after paying 1500 for the couple entry) which otherwise you would normally do at home anyway..&lt;br /&gt;
Contrary to my opinions, You have an unnecessary pressure and being good and doing good on the first day of the year&lt;br /&gt;
You have resolutions to take and mull over those that you have broken&lt;br /&gt;
There is this notion that you have to smile, look good and most importantly, Look Happy!&lt;br /&gt;
You notice extraordinary amounts of attention by papers, media and people in general. Guess its just good business&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For me all these days are just another day that has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;
I rather have fun when there is no pressure to have fun&lt;br /&gt;
This pressure and this expectation is probably what causes my indifference&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. My MBA is not to be blamed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193271466701648720-1850265444770911940?l=hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/feeds/1850265444770911940/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2193271466701648720&amp;postID=1850265444770911940" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/1850265444770911940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2193271466701648720/posts/default/1850265444770911940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hyderabadfervor.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-year-come-and-gone.html" title="Another year come and gone.." /><author><name>Sriram Makineedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438519278767220989</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></feed>

