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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 23:37:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>jokes</category><category>knowledge</category><category>recipe</category><category>Table Tennis</category><category>bawa</category><category>movies</category><category>politics</category><category>chocolates</category><category>Little things that matter much</category><category>rituals</category><category>funtime</category><category>environment</category><category>art of living</category><category>oiltech</category><title>A mix of everything</title><description>This blog is about whatever fascinates me in day to day life. Its about everything from food to music and from meditation to fast bikes. But most of the stuff will be about my life with HH Sri Sri Ravishankar and friends on the outside and inside of the Art of Living.</description><link>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AMixOfEverything" /><feedburner:info uri="amixofeverything" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-2449640064345506185</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-08T20:26:21.702+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little things that matter much</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>The POOR American.</title><description>John Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock (MADE IN JAPAN) for 6 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his coffeepot (MADE IN CHINA) was perking, he shaved with his electric razor(MADE IN HONG KONG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN SRI LANKA), designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE) and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooking his breakfast in his new electric skillet (MADE IN INDIA) he sat down with his calculator (MADE IN MEXICO) to see how much he could spend today. After setting his watch (MADE IN TAIWAN) to the radio (MADE IN INDIA) he got in his car (MADE IN GERMANY) filled it with GAS (from Saudi Arabia) and continued his search for a good paying AMERICAN JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of yet another discouraging and fruitless day checking his Computer (Made In Malaysia), Joe decided to relax for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on his sandals (MADE IN BRAZIL) poured himself a glass of coffee (MADE IN INDIA) and turned on his TV (MADE IN INDONESIA),and then wondered why he can't find a good paying job in AMERICA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-2449640064345506185?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/QXnvBwNfsf4/poor-american.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2010/03/poor-american.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-3724268750709350754</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-25T18:44:29.933+05:30</atom:updated><title>The Blonde Pole Dancer and SNOW!!</title><description>Look below to find a Blonde Pole Dancer&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br 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/&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/S12W3KzujXI/AAAAAAAABQk/7XImPu_gJ5g/s1600-h/286012_YAY%21+Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/S12W3KzujXI/AAAAAAAABQk/7XImPu_gJ5g/s400/286012_YAY%21+Snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430662600216972658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/S12WPJQEawI/AAAAAAAABQc/0Xj5heYNzqQ/s1600-h/blonde+dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/S12WPJQEawI/AAAAAAAABQc/0Xj5heYNzqQ/s400/blonde+dancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430661912604207874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found them on the web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/Jay/img/phone/blonde%20dancer.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-3724268750709350754?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/JgExFPWdGxg/blonde-pole-dancer-and-snow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/S12W3KzujXI/AAAAAAAABQk/7XImPu_gJ5g/s72-c/286012_YAY%21+Snow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2010/01/blonde-pole-dancer-and-snow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-2150418865494360489</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-19T19:00:40.815+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><title>Paranormal (In)Activity</title><description>Whats the first sign that a horror movie is total bull****?&lt;br /&gt;Ans. You have extremely heavy eye lids right through till the interval!! And the last 10 minutes that do have some conventional horror compared to which even a B-Grade movie could do better do not actually scare, it surprises you. The Poltergeist was almost non-existent. The old lady in my building could scare you worse in dim light. They said that this movie will make you think twice before closing your eyes to go to sleep. I think they can put an insomniac to the deepest blissful slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 246px;" alt="http://campblood.org/Newblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/paranormalactivity.jpg" src="http://campblood.org/Newblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/paranormalactivity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen my share of super flops from both hollywood and bollywood. But this SUCKS BIG TIME!! All in all spare yourself the torture and don't watch this. Instead buy the orignal DVD for The Exorcist series. This movie is only to be recommended to your enemies if you have any and all your exes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-2150418865494360489?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/zY6qsg06FXo/paranormal-inactivity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2010/01/paranormal-inactivity.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-461897763351808164</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T14:42:16.092+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Kore are at it again!!!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Reddy are watching tv along with their 8 year old son Raji.  Mrs. Reddy looks at m.r Reddy with a coy smile and winks. The husband gets the message but how to get rid of his son. He comes up with an idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Reddy: Tell you what Raji, lets play a game. If you can describe what is exactly happening on the street below from our balcony non-stop for the next 30 minutes then you get bicycle you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raji thinking it a real easy task grabs the opportunity leaving his parents alone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Reddy: What do you see??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raji: The dog is chasing the milkman, then Pramila aunty is bargaining with the fruit vendor. Shilpa, the colony babe has just returned with her boyfriend. And Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Kore are having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Reddy: Bewildered, how can you see that from the balcony??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raji: No I cannot see them, but even their son is standing in their balcony :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an idea sirji&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/3812108015955323544-461897763351808164?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/xr2AItxDKPY/mr-mrs-are-at-it-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2009/08/mr-mrs-are-at-it-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-4923348922792743824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T16:16:55.099+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art of living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funtime</category><title>One more journey</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smiliegenerator.de/s36/smilies-31070.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 77px;" src="http://www.smiliegenerator.de/s36/smilies-31070.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SfVyLcga4qI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZYCWxDoK0j4/s1600-h/bon+voyage-footer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SfVyLcga4qI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZYCWxDoK0j4/s320/bon+voyage-footer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329291275019149986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only a few posts have caused this much excitement to me while writing them. But this post is special in a different way of its own. It's about today's course by Virat bhaiya and Vasudha di that starts at 6 PM in Kandivali (East). One more journey of fun, knowledge and sharing with a totally new lot. The first day is usually the most chaotic one and the most fun as well. For new volunteers who are doing this for the first time its a totally new experience as they get to know what goes on behind the scenes of the course and the bliss they felt. And for us who have volunteered in the past too its worth watching their enthusiasm and watch them come ahead on the same path Guruji leads us on. And when you are lead by Guruji and are an instrument for his will then you are a force who gets the chance to bring change to the life several other individuals.  And the change is visible instantenously. Right after their first course participants like Dharmesh &amp;amp; Riddhi have now become volunteers.  And I can actually see the blossoming these guys are going through.  And their time as leaders has already begun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same exercises shall be now done with renewed enthusiasm. Setting up the hall, welcome calls that usually end up as navigation calls for directions to the venue. Preparation of all the processes so they go smooth for the participants are all bits and pieces we volunteers get to do for the course. And in return we get to watch another batch of youth go through the same journey that we had started ourselves for the first time someday. After meeting the master our lives were never the same again. The joy that we now feel in sharing the knowledge with youth like us is beyond comparison. I could tell you about it here because it is an experience you must feel for yourself. And I promise that these seven days of your life will be unforgettable, no matter wherever you are or whatever you do. This experience will be that glowing joy that will never fade.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SfVytw7dYyI/AAAAAAAAAso/LJiNb8WzyuA/s1600-h/at-the-top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SfVytw7dYyI/AAAAAAAAAso/LJiNb8WzyuA/s400/at-the-top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329291864616821538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey is wonderful with new experiences waiting at every step of the way. One only has to take that first initiative and the rest shall magically fall in place.&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/3812108015955323544-4923348922792743824?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/Or0R3T6MKsw/one-more-journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SfVyLcga4qI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZYCWxDoK0j4/s72-c/bon+voyage-footer.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-journey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-199445347329530636</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 08:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T17:36:50.355+05:30</atom:updated><title>Children obedience??</title><description>The word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obey&lt;/span&gt; comes from the Latin word: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="foreign"&gt;oboedire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="foreign"&gt;. Which itself is made of two words &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ob&lt;/span&gt; "to" + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;audire&lt;/span&gt; "listen, hear" (similar to audience). And when we think of obedience training which is more related to dogs and pets the most common thing is walking the pets. See how these parents are adding a twist (a rather sick one) to the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide what to call it. I call it total laziness for starters and lack of feelings towards children. no offence but all normal loving parents usually carry their children in their arms or hold hands. And we wonder why there are so many wars and riots when parents are treating their children like animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-j4ZRw4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/0BmDQTlFExE/s1600-h/children_on_leash_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-j4ZRw4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/0BmDQTlFExE/s200/children_on_leash_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325575345520362370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-jl9KueI/AAAAAAAAAr4/iSkyGl5Cl6c/s1600-h/children_on_leash_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-jl9KueI/AAAAAAAAAr4/iSkyGl5Cl6c/s200/children_on_leash_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325575340570622434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-j38O4tI/AAAAAAAAAsI/LXt5USqeRbU/s1600-h/children_on_leash_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-j38O4tI/AAAAAAAAAsI/LXt5USqeRbU/s200/children_on_leash_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325575345398538962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-jzeAp7I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/cURHHeQYEV4/s1600-h/children_on_leash_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-jzeAp7I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/cURHHeQYEV4/s200/children_on_leash_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325575344198035378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-kHSQZkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/N06b-Z_WmOc/s1600-h/children_on_leash_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-kHSQZkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/N06b-Z_WmOc/s200/children_on_leash_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325575349517444674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-199445347329530636?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/U91X-Ei4ULU/children-obedience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/Seg-j4ZRw4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/0BmDQTlFExE/s72-c/children_on_leash_07.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2009/04/children-obedience.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-8172493722499789093</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T14:18:23.473+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>Outrageous</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;871531200000.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Eighty Seven Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Three Crores and Twelve Lac. (Only!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the amount that has gone for a walk in the accounts of certain unscrupulous characters running our nation. This money comes from our taxes paid and was meant for the purposes like rural development, upgradation of rural training institutes, training of farmers etc. So much could have been achieved if this money was put for its intended use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example of how our money is being misused is understatement of the balances of the Universal Service Obligation Fund (USO). USO came into effect on he 1st of April 2002, its purpose is to introduce access to basic telegraph facilities in rural and remote areas. I don't know how is basic defined in their dictionary. Cause they have marked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'basic'&lt;/span&gt; under quotes and bold text on their site. (&lt;a href="http://www.dot.gov.in/uso/usoindex.htm"&gt;http://www.dot.gov.in/uso/usoindex.htm&lt;/a&gt;) I'll give you statutory warning, this site is infected and has 5 instances of trojan infections. Please use a firewall and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basic &lt;/span&gt;discretion.&lt;br /&gt;The way these guys work is by collecting resources under the Universal Access Levy which is payable by all telecom service providers under various licenses. During the period of 2002-2003 to 2007-2008 the USO collected a total amount of Rs. 20404.44 crore and a total disbursement of Rs. 6371.44 crore. So the balance must naturally be 14033 crores. How about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; An amount as huge as Rs. 14033 crores cant just fallout of your wallet!! And it must be one heck of a feast for the ones (in DoT?) who gobbled it all up. Shocked!?! Read this report provided on the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cag.gov.in/html/reports/civil/2007-08_CA13_civil/chap_2.pdf" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.cag.gov.in/html/reports/civil/2007-08_CA13_civil/chap_2.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It talks about how the entire sum of Rs. 871531200000.00 went missing. This issue was brought up in the parliament and nothing was done about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes to my mind is to vote the current jokers out of the government. So go ahead and vote!! Vote responsibly after doing some research. Curb corruption going on around you. Dont take and offer bribes. If you are caught at a traffic light refrain from using the customary move 'kya saab mamla khatam karo na' (sir please finish this matter). A sizeable dent in your wallet will stop you making the mistake in the future. You can also do some good to your community by doing some voluntary service. Take the Art of Living course and then help organize more in your area. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SebtB--Gk_I/AAAAAAAAArw/-Qe2g-iN6No/s1600-h/happy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 23px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SebtB--Gk_I/AAAAAAAAArw/-Qe2g-iN6No/s200/happy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325204227751318514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bawandinesh.name/inconvenient-questions-ii/"&gt;Bawa's article on the same topic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna save 20% on petrol?? Read &lt;a href="http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-idling-its-like-oven-out-there.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article for some tips and eye opening facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming up....&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-8172493722499789093?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/LTZ7zPOGPi4/outrageous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SebtB--Gk_I/AAAAAAAAArw/-Qe2g-iN6No/s72-c/happy.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2009/03/outrageous.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-6852940516708904489</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T12:21:32.342+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>Jokes....</title><description>After having failed his exam in “Logistics and Organization”, a student goes and confronts his lecturer about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student, “Sir, do you really understand anything about the subject?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor, “Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a professor!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student, “Great, well then I would like to ask you a question. If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my mark as is and go. If you however do not know the answer, I want you give me an 'A' for the exam.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor, “Okay, it's a deal. So what is the question?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: “What is legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after some long and hard consideration, the professor cannot give the student an answer, and therefore changes his exam mark into an 'A', as agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the professor calls on his best student and asks him the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately answers, “Sir, you are 63 years old and married to a 35 year old woman, which is legal, but not logical. Your wife has a 25 year old lover, which is logical, but not legal. The fact that you have given your wife's lover an 'A', although he really should have failed, is neither legal, nor logical.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-6852940516708904489?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/y6gL2Il98lI/jokes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2009/02/jokes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-5304347929937028011</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 06:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T12:28:03.961+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chocolates</category><title>Chocolate Street</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SajYpRHnF3I/AAAAAAAAArE/dquD6QbB5N0/s1600-h/chocoland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SajYpRHnF3I/AAAAAAAAArE/dquD6QbB5N0/s200/chocoland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307730364337690482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know this place: This is the choco lover's paradise in Mumbai. They call it Manish Market though some people use a different name. But its right beside Manish Market if you are travelling on Mohammed Ali Road. If you are a diabetic like me then stay away if you don't have a strong will (seriously) This place is crammed with chocolates and just looking at it can give the faint of the heart a sugar induced coma. Four lanes of shops each almost 100 meters long and all of them selling different varieties chocolates, candies, mints, jellies, marzipans, liquid chocolate fountains, marshmallows, mawa sweets, dry fruits and everything that can satisfy a sweet tooth at the lowest prices in Mumbai. One 350ml of Thousand Island Sauce that will cost Rs. 220 in Hypercity will cost you only Rs. 140-150 over here. This is where all the wholesalers buy their goods. And you don't need to buy enough to open a shop every time you come here. I always fetch Dark Chocolates, Mints and also a combination of the two. One such popular example is After Eight from Nestle, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exotica&lt;/span&gt; brand available in Haiko's Powai, I dont know if they still stock it though. Or the ultimate Dark Chocolate + Mint chocs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whitaker's Dark Gold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However Exotica and Whitakers are specially imported by Haiko and Hypercity. You'll find many more varieties like a whole new range of Lindt which includes the plain classic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindor&lt;/span&gt;, the mix flavoured Lindts or the premium dark chocolate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghana&lt;/span&gt; range. Then there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ote D' ur&lt;/span&gt; or something spelled like that etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a guy and your girlfriend loves chocolates then this place will earn you a million brownie points and you'll be able to save money too. I don't advise bringing your lady love along with you though. She might have you filing for bankruptcy before the day ends. This place is right after the Dava Bazaar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ully&lt;/span&gt; when coming from Marine Lines station, try walking cause the traffic in this area is terrible and you'll waste a lot of time and money in a cab. Apart from just chocolates which are only a small part of this market You can also find travel bags, clothes, electronic and loads of other things over here. For sports goods you'll have to head to the Metro cinema lane. I usually come for chocolates here more than anything else. Don't worry I dont eat them, my girlfriend does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SajeJIUv5LI/AAAAAAAAArM/X02eo6jq-V8/s1600-h/Santas+loot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SajeJIUv5LI/AAAAAAAAArM/X02eo6jq-V8/s200/Santas+loot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307736409290826930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the latest purchase I made, contains mostly mints as she has already got many chocolates and as summer is approaching mints will become an endangered species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-5304347929937028011?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/Jt0j73WuXWM/chocolate-street.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SajYpRHnF3I/AAAAAAAAArE/dquD6QbB5N0/s72-c/chocoland.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2009/02/chocolate-street.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-8462471549489547379</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T17:11:50.370+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Table Tennis</category><title>A new weapon of choice</title><description>Just got a new table-tennis bat for myself!&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing with my almost ancient GKI-5star which I had bought 6 years back. I still like that bat cause the rubber sheets are still spinny after so much use but now I feel it is the time for more speed rather than spin. And I really like the feel of the Jonyer-H-AN, it has a Red Sriver-FX for the backhand and Black Sriver for the Forehand. Prefer a bit more looping power on my forehand rather than the all out speed of the Sriver-FX. Took a couple of days to get used to the speed. The best thing I love when facing a player for the first time is when they place a shot long on my backhand and the ball blurs past leaving them lunging in futile.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SaJZktyz-lI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mNfJmT0ZrDg/s1600-h/cool.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 26px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SaJZktyz-lI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mNfJmT0ZrDg/s320/cool.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305901798298745426" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will buy the &lt;a href="http://www.butterflyonline.com/online_store_productcloseup.asp?page=search.asp&amp;amp;srch=Tricarbon&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ID=98"&gt;Boll TriCarbon&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.butterflyonline.com/online_store_productcloseup.asp?page=search.asp&amp;amp;srch=Bryce&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;ID=92"&gt;Bryce Speed&lt;/a&gt; rubbers as soon as I outgrow this bat (I have seen a player using this combination to lethal effect, I know I know every player is different BLAH BLAH. Thats the reason I am waiting for sometime to buy this bat. And this blade is like a nuclear bomb among other blades.) Till then planning to practise against better players to improve my game. Here's a video of my favourite player Timo Boll for you to see. Have a look and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd69512426581b79" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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Been fairly busy with the setup of a new venture that me and my family are taking in manufacture of Automotive, Industrial &amp;amp; Speciality Lubricants. Yes you heard (actually read) it right. Moving into the BIG BAD WORLD of lubricants manufacturing. The name of the company is Oiltech Lubricants Private Limited. The company is in its final phase of set-up and the inauguration will take place soon in Tarapur, Boisar. I am currently looking to build a strong network of distributors all over India. So if you are interested and have an expertise in marketing Automotive OR/AND Industrial Lubricants then I'll be happy to welcome you aboard. You can also join if you already are a dealer with another brand and are looking to explore better options. There are tonnes of USP in this brand which I'll be glad to discuss with you. And even if you are not selling my products, please do buy them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SaPacATH-_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/eOTw2CEw_vA/s1600-h/happy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 30px; height: 30px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SaPacATH-_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/eOTw2CEw_vA/s320/happy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306324960623983602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SaPbQm8rGSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pAALrtUL2EY/s1600-h/cool.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 30px; height: 30px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SaPbQm8rGSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pAALrtUL2EY/s200/cool.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306325864351996194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-885574557065804150?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/Uinh9Lp7Kec/new-venture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SaPacATH-_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/eOTw2CEw_vA/s72-c/happy.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-venture.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-7517850333740539754</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T18:48:18.780+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>A mother needs to be protected.</title><description>I first offer my prayers to those innocents who were slain and to those braves who were martyred in the line of duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is of the many voices that is being raised against this blatant form of brutality. From what I have seen happening from the 26th November, 2008 to the last of the attackers being dropped dead on national television has definitely shaken me. I was at Crawford Market that day and was supposed to go to Dockyard for work. Now sitting at home I wonder how closely I have managed to escape death without knowing it. Both of these locations were hit by the attackers and they surely could have spared a bullet for me if I had crossed them. That night I was frantically calling my friends, family and employees for their safety. Over a hundred people dead and lots more injured. Businessmen, families, train commuters, CEOs, foreigners and maybe some of the hotel too. All of them who have been killed have not yet been recognized by the authorities. We Indians and especially Mumbaites been living under the so called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unshakeable&lt;/span&gt; tag for too long now. And its time that others realize that we are resilient by force and not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then who is to blame, The Government? But infiltraring the attackers network and preventing these attacks is also no mean feat. And the group that claims responsibility for this is supposedly a new group. Then who do WE, people like YOU &amp;amp; ME that get killed the most can do. Whom do we turn to? Do we keep faith in the system or do we take it to the streets and ask the government to defend us. The first thing that comes to my mind is that I will make sure that I vote for the most elidgible candidate this year in the elections. Because once in five years we get the power to shape our nation and henceforth I'll make sure that I give my stamp of approval after some thought. And we Mumbaites now realize that we are not the invincible breed some of us think we are. I am specially referring to those who are throwing people out of Maharashtra calling them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OUTSIDERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In these dire consequences we can reflect on some topics that wouldn't have come to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly did the Thackerays realize that the 200 plus NSG commandos that flew in from New-Delhi to save our lives while they went without a thought to face death were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OUTSIDERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too?? Why didn't they bring forward the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marathi Manoos&lt;/span&gt; or face the flak themselves as they call themselves soldiers of the soil. DUH? And where are Mr. Balasaheb, Uddhav and Raj Thackeray right now? Are the helping the centre in formulating new security policies? If they have a conscience they wouldn't utter another word regarding this territory rubbish again. And anyone who creates seperatist theories and conflicts within different groups of the nation is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TERRORIST, yes I said TERRORIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; himelf. This is not the time to play politics for our national leaders and try and topple this government using these attacks as a spearhead. And neither am I being soft on the ruling side. If they cannot run this country then we will find someone better to do the job. And if you wish to stay in power then we the people of this country want to see some results. We do not wish to step out of our houses not knowing that we will return or not. WHO AM I KIDDING!?!? We are not safe inside our houses too if things keep going this way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any one of our leaders are reading this then consider this as a wake-up call (read: wakeup kick in the @**.) And be kind to pass it on to your brethren :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-7517850333740539754?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/m2vb2Yb5e6k/mother-needs-to-be-protected.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/11/mother-needs-to-be-protected.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-2567453245833403653</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T12:42:35.190+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>Stumped: They Weren't There!!!</title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:medium;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;An awesome post I saw on &lt;a href="http://bawandinesh.name/"&gt;Bawa's blog&lt;/a&gt; couldn't resist from posting it here.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:medium;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred recently in the United Nations Assembly that mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:medium;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;e the world community smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SNN5II0FK-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jKXS7RK-phA/s1600-h/broken_stump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SNN5II0FK-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jKXS7RK-phA/s320/broken_stump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247671171528600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A representative from India began: ‘Before beginning my talk I want to tell you something about Rishi Kashyap of Kashmir, after whom Kashmir is named.&lt;br /&gt;When Rishi Kashyap struck a rock and it brought forth water, he thought, ‘What a good opportunity to have a bath.’&lt;br /&gt;He removed his clothes, put them aside on the rock and entered the water.&lt;br /&gt;When he got out and wanted to dress, his clothes had vanished. A Pakistani had stolen them.&lt;br /&gt;The Pakistani representative jumped up furiously and in support of Pakistan , he shouted, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you talking about? The Pakistanis weren’t there then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;‘&lt;br /&gt;The Indian representative smiled and said, ‘And now that we have made that clear, I will begin my speech.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-2567453245833403653?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/KX_6AqhMy9Y/they-werent-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SNN5II0FK-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jKXS7RK-phA/s72-c/broken_stump.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-werent-there.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-605158380390200618</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T17:25:59.133+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little things that matter much</category><title>Fighting Diabetes</title><description>&amp;nbsp;Juvenile Diabetes or medically known as Type I IDDM has being a part of my life since school days. It came as a shock to discover that my blood glucose levels had gone up to 1050 md/dl. Overnight my life had completely changed. I had to quit sports as my endurance and stamina was affected. And I was told steer clear of several foods. Even fruit juices were not allowed as they have a concentrated level of sugar. Quite frankly I was devastated. It took a lot to maintain minimal control over my blood sugar, as they kept fluctuating both ways. My blood glucose would be anything between 350 to 20mg/dl. High levels of sugar would cause a myriad of effects from blurry vision to muscular cramps apart from the several trips to the restroom. I used to be extremely hungry but lost weight at an alarming rate. I was more prone to sudden and uncalled for anger over my peers. The worst came when my doc clearly said that if I live beyond the age of 45 with the current lifestyle then he'd consider it a miracle. Boy I was SCREWED!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Enter, The Man himself, H.H Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. At this time of great need I took the initial YES!+ course. And I knew I should have kicked myself for not doing this before. Right after completing the basic workshop (I call it basic for the lack of a word, else there is nothing basic about it.) for youths, I went off to the Bangalore Ashram for the Advanced Course. Just the way my health and stamina had diminished after being diabetic, just being on the course helped me overcome that barrier. And thats by doing Sudarshan Kriya and Suryanamaskars for not more than 12 days!! I felt lighter as I had lost 5 kilos in less than two weeks and I felt healthier and fresher THAN EVER BEFORE!! If you dont believe me no problem. Imagine my experience, I was actually going through that change. I was in total amazement, joy and gratitude. It was then that I realised that being a bundle of joy is not all that difficult in life and if there are some circumstances or people who are making it tough for you, then the result is definately worth the effort you have to put in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I am back to playing table tennis, my favourite sport. And am outlasting the non diabetics I play against. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: I am 20 Kilos lighter in one year. And my glucose levels are consistently between 110-130 mg/dl. Po is happy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-605158380390200618?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/2ww03oFMNdY/fighting-diabetes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/09/fighting-diabetes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-5815096294838110331</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 07:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T13:22:11.841+05:30</atom:updated><title>UURGH!!!!!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SMd8kbhE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jdUwk_gTAeQ/s1600-h/Blister+water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SMd8kbhE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f7-hgZMFarY/s320-R/Blister+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Came across this particular brand of drinking mineral water while I was staying in Ahmedabad. I've had no problems with the hygiene in that city. But its the brand name I've found interesting and couldnt resist posting about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thirst?? Just pop a BLISTER!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-5815096294838110331?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/UHwgCnY8N7A/uurgh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SMd8kbhE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f7-hgZMFarY/s72-Rc/Blister+water.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/09/uurgh.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-2822728466085999717</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 10:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T18:38:41.091+05:30</atom:updated><title>Comments</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.smiley-faces.org/backgrounds/smiley-background-007.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.smiley-faces.org/backgrounds/smiley-background-007.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have been receiving quite compliments from people who meet me regularly about my blog and I am registering a good amount of hits on this page too. And I would really like to know your opinions for my posts and what would you like me to include. So please drop your comments and reactions the next time you visit. Dont forget.....&lt;br /&gt;
Jai Gurudev to all &lt;br /&gt;
Love&lt;br /&gt;
Jay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-2822728466085999717?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/i6eP8Nupz4k/comments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/09/comments.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-684708347689516951</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-01T13:04:57.036+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">environment</category><title>Stop IDLING. Its like an OVEN out there!!!</title><description>'Rain rain go away, come again some other day', surely Bobby Vinton had never visited India and especially Mumbai after the monsoons decide to end so abruptly. For one day it was raining heavily where I live in the suburbs and a couple of days later the sun is scorching on my head. Now being on the suffering end I also started thinking about things like Global Warming. (Not that I am not aware, my entire house runs on energy efficient appliances.) Getting back to the topic, the heat was unbearable at the signal and I was unfortunately (unwittingly) was right near the exhaust line of a BEST bus. I felt the way a cube of cottage cheese would in an oven. The bus driver was waiting for the signal to turn green and was merrily honking away, why I dont know. To top it all he was also revving his bus in neutral which is worse than idling. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idling &lt;/span&gt;is a term used to describe when a vehicle's engine is running and not being used to move the vehicle. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revving&lt;/span&gt; or a more brutal form of idling is flooring the accelerator in neutral for god knows what reasons.)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SLklIdMhBkI/AAAAAAAAALk/v5OVfRVJsyg/s1600-h/idling+traffic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240260468628588098" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SLklIdMhBkI/AAAAAAAAALk/v5OVfRVJsyg/s320/idling+traffic.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now if all these guys would stop running their engines for the 2 minutes, then we would achieve the following:&lt;br /&gt;
Fuel savings and emission&lt;br /&gt;
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For Large SUVs (CRV, Terracan etc):  Min. 22 Liters saved per car/year and 60 KG lesser CO2 per year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regular Cars (Esteem, Logan etc): Min 15 Liters saved per car/year and 50-60 KG lesser CO2 per year.&lt;br /&gt;
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2 Wheelers and Rickshaws: Min 5 Liters saved per bike/year and 10 KG lesser CO2 per year in our already molested atmosphere!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now branded petrols in India like Speed, Xtra Premium cost Rs. 58-59. For a large SUV the savings would be approximately Rs. 1298.00 and Rs. 295.00 for a bike. Where am I getting with all this? Imagine how many vehicles are stranded for 2 minutes or less at a signal in Mumbai without any congestion. And now imagine the number of vehicles in the entire city of Mumbai. A research conducted in 2007 in Pune showed that the city wastes Rs. 34 CRORE that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rs. 340 MILLION&lt;/span&gt; for people living outside India just by fuel wasted in idling. These figures pertain only to vehicles caught in minor traffic waiting at a signal for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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See it for yourself, here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://pune360.com/Editorial/2007/10/31/an-idle-threat/"&gt;http://pune360.com/Editorial/2007/10/31/an-idle-threat/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cars idling in Delhi burn around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1000 CRORES&lt;/span&gt; of fuel a year. That is One followed by TEN freaking zeros!!!!!! And that's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; metro in India. The amount of idling caused in traffic jams is unimaginable in a city like Mumbai. Now calculate all the three zones, Western, Central and Harbour. And how many metros are there in our entire nation? You can calculate the harm that is being done to both, our &lt;b&gt;environment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and our &lt;b&gt;economy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SLku8rWcPfI/AAAAAAAAALs/at3bi4jeQo0/s1600-h/turn-off-engine.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240271261386161650" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SLku8rWcPfI/AAAAAAAAALs/at3bi4jeQo0/s320/turn-off-engine.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 171px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You have the answer for yourself whether to idle away literally or be responsible person towards the society and turn off the keys. I'm literally getting 25 extra kilometers on my bike because I have chosen not to idle at signals or in traffic. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt; can make a positive difference to the environment without any extra effort or without giving up on anything and save money while doing that too. So next time you are caught in a jam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; to turn off the engine.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who think likewise:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.pca.state.mn.us/oea/ee/noidle.cfm"&gt;http://www.pca.state.mn.us/oea/ee/noidle.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.cleanwateraction.org/njef/campaigns-noidling.html"&gt;http://www.cleanwateraction.org/njef/campaigns-noidling.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.zerostart.com/power/no_idle_technology.asp"&gt;http://www.zerostart.com/power/no_idle_technology.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.airwatchnorthwest.org/wa/NO_IDLE/index.asp"&gt;http://www.airwatchnorthwest.org/wa/NO_IDLE/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Cities/Delhi_Idling_vehicles_burn_Rs_1000cr/articleshow/3335447.cms"&gt;Delhi idling research article in the Times of India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-684708347689516951?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/HdxdHBtMVlQ/stop-idling-its-like-oven-out-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SLklIdMhBkI/AAAAAAAAALk/v5OVfRVJsyg/s72-c/idling+traffic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-idling-its-like-oven-out-there.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-6656603560896265067</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-30T13:16:26.891+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">knowledge</category><title>The wonderful bliss of SURRENDER</title><description>After posting about everything from recipes and elephants, I am posting about THE MAN himself. His Holiness Sri Sri Ravishankar or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guruji&lt;/span&gt; as we all know him is the most easy to love person on earth. And he is the sole reason that I am steady and balanced in life. Its easy to get lost and tongue tied when talking about him. Because a lot of experiences are subtler than words and have o be felt. Here he talks about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surrender&lt;/span&gt; with a master's ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-644e93d41be1682c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That people wish to surrender their desire and it becomes another desire in itself, driving one away from his centre. Even the thirst for liberation or surrender should not be feverish. You have to let go of that too. Because letting go is not a process it is simply a state of mind that one experiences when all inhibitions and bondages drop. Then what you desire shall be brought to you in some way or the other by nature. But to surrender to the Divine you must first be in love with the Divine and know that the Divine too loves you immensely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Comment on how did you like this post and make sure to read the article 'The four wheels of Sadhana' in this month's edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rishimukh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3812108015955323544-6656603560896265067?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/DCHSRhrg9eU/wonderful-bliss-of-surrender.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderful-bliss-of-surrender.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~5/2SRZHcmg8oM/video-play.mp4" length="0" type="video/mp4" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=644e93d41be1682c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-909896721195954122</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 09:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T15:28:51.046+05:30</atom:updated><title>Fast Food Ganesha</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SKvlHwgtgqI/AAAAAAAAALE/BCVzvRW4TS0/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SKvlHwgtgqI/AAAAAAAAALE/BCVzvRW4TS0/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236530913192280738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was tuesday and the Parsi New Year so a half day at office, so I returned home early and on my way I found this elephant strolling on the lane in front of my house. I thought of giving him something to eat, so I got some bananas from the fruit vendor. Now this big guy had some other ideas. He hardly ate a couple out of the dozen bananas. They had not at all gone bad and when I asked the mahaut whether Ganesha (Name of the elephant) was ill. He surprisingly said that he simply likes bread &amp;amp; sugar cane better than bananas. So I got 2 packs of whole wheat bread and amazingly finished them up and was hungry for more. When he ate the small chocolate fudge brownie kept in my bag. He gave out a loud trumpet in return as thanks. I headed back home turning back for a look at him only to find him facing our area sandwich wala.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-909896721195954122?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/sp-jnoVy110/fast-food-ganesha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SKvlHwgtgqI/AAAAAAAAALE/BCVzvRW4TS0/s72-c/Image008.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/08/fast-food-ganesha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-2739203339188563355</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T13:46:43.801+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funtime</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recipe</category><title>Bachelor Party</title><description>Yesterday after having a good round of fast table tennis I returned home to find that the house was devoid of any freshly made food. And my family was out to see a movie. Though my parents had asked me to come for the movie (Jaane Tu...) I refused as I had already seen it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now was the chance to see if I can cook a meal rather than just the single odd dish. I got the ingredients from the vegetable vendor who was selling fresh vegetables thankfully on a late sunday evening. The two dishes I had set out to make were Roasted Tomato Soup and Paneer Bhurji (Fresh Cottage Cheese cooked in vegetables and Indian spices.) Amazingly while I was cooking these mouth watering treats I was called up by two people, both of whom were on a onion less, oil free, spice free in short a satvik diet for the Shravan month. Now I can never really figure out why where they grumbling that I told them what I was cooking :D......&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all it was really fun cooking on my own. It also helped that now I can cook well. Here are the images, I'll post the recipes later.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the entire spread consisting of Roasted tomatoes soup, paneer bhurji, brown bread toast and lemonade with honey.....mouth watering isn't it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-2739203339188563355?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/Wqte3M_K2NY/bachelor-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SKAMww5KIGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QcI_QeTqhDA/s72-c/meal+spread.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/08/bachelor-party.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-7762052958530594851</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 06:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-31T15:07:26.456+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>Fun facts</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Male Sea horses (Not Female) give birth to offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Americans on average eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 acres&lt;/span&gt; of pizzas EVERYDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Spanish word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Esposa'&lt;/span&gt; means wife, the plural form '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esposas&lt;/span&gt;' means Wives but also translates to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'handcuffs.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In the middle ages knights in armour would raise their visors to identify themselves when they ride past their kings. This practice attributed to the modern day salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) One liter of used Motor Oil can ruin upto One Million Liters of fresh water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ants never sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Buttermilk does not contain any butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Other than fruit, honey is the only natural food that can be made without destroying any form of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) 40% of all indigestion remedies are consumed by americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you add up the numbers 1-100 consecutively (1+2+3+4+5 etc) the answer would be 5050.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) A Bus station is where a bus stops, a Train station is where trains stop then why are employee cubicles called 'WORK STATIONS'??&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/3812108015955323544-7762052958530594851?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/7QwrCCCbCtc/fun-facts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-facts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-6892546024001742870</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 10:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T16:31:09.112+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>His and Her Jokes</title><description>Yesterday, scientists for Health Canada suggested that men should take a look at their beer consumption, considering the results of a recent analysis that revealed the presence of female hormones in beer.&lt;br /&gt;The theory is that drinking beer makes men turn into women.To test the finding, 100 men were fed 6 pints of beer each. It was then observed that 100% of the men gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became overly emotional, couldn't drive, failed to think rationally, argued over nothing and refused to apologize when wrong. No further testing is planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-6892546024001742870?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/B0IGFulgIXs/his-and-her-jokes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/07/his-and-her-jokes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-5108055913055068576</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T14:23:40.935+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recipe</category><title>Smoked Paneer Tikka</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday night it was a different gala at our house. My dad's out of station and my mom wanted a holiday from the kitchen. So instead of stuffing ourselves with junk food. Me and my younger sister Rutika made a treat of our own for her. Parathas with Palak (Spinach) gravy by Rutika. And Paneer Tikka Dry with Curd Sauted Tomatoes by Me. The preparation was a bit of chaos as me and my sister were together. She being the 2nd in Command Chief tried to boss me around and I ended up doing things exactly the way she told me not to. She made her own palak gravy to whose making I did not pay attention to as I was too engrossed myself. Now heres the recipe if you wish to take a print. You will need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;200 gms of fresh paneer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;250 gms of fresh dahi (strained yoghurt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 medium sized tomatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Salt, Red chilli powder, turmeric powder, garam masala and crushed garlic to taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And some olive oil (Approx. 2-3 table spoons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) First in the bowl pour the yoghurt and then add the salt, red chilli powder, turmeric, garam masala and garlic (crush it to a paste before adding, however I dont prefer ready made garlic pastes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Whip the mixture to a consistent texture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Cut the paneer to 1 1/2 inch cubes or smaller if you like and add them to the mixture in the bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Let the ingredients sit for half an hour. In the meantime you can cut the tomatoes and capsicum in dices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) Now saute the mixture on a frying pan with some olive. This takes some practice as you dont have to burn this stuff. Also dip the veggies in the surplus yoghurt mixture before sauting them. Keep adding some of the surplus yoghurt mixture on the paneer if you want it extra crispy as the yoghurt will tend to sizzle and coat the paneer with a nicy spicy layer. There will be adequate left behind dont worry. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223603972642847906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SH34IySyPKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AtLzpDFvvK0/s320/Paneertikka4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paneer Tikka and Tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) ENJOY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-5108055913055068576?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/GLNHOXzCUkA/smoked-paneer-tikka.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SH34IySyPKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AtLzpDFvvK0/s72-c/Paneertikka4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/07/smoked-paneer-tikka.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-7008396048830737846</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T11:39:05.641+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rituals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">knowledge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bawa</category><title>Breaking Coconuts</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHrq65MhBUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ug9zJfP6zCk/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222745015396140354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHrq65MhBUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ug9zJfP6zCk/s320/nuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While writing my first post, I had mentioned the hindu ritual of breaking coconuts at the start of any hindu auspicious occassion. I asked dear bawa about it as I didnt know much. This is what bawa wrote back in his answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The act of breaking a coconut is supposed to stabilise the energy during the pooja. It also serves as an example of wholeness and how we should be. Every part of the coconut can be used and nothing is wasted. The way our every act must be fruitful and should bring joy to all the people around us. It is hard on the outside but its soft and nourishing on the inside. This also means that we need a bit of hardness on the outside in the form of discipline to keep the delicate joy on the inside cherished. And with that feeling we perform the ritual of &lt;em&gt;pooja.&lt;/em&gt; Which literally means 'that which is born out of fulness of the heart.' WOW!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks bawa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jai Gurudev :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-7008396048830737846?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/vaaoey2mfrE/breaking-coconuts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHrq65MhBUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ug9zJfP6zCk/s72-c/nuts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/07/breaking-coconuts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812108015955323544.post-8817860636801372623</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 10:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T12:41:58.043+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chocolates</category><title>Two Devils &amp; a fresh Ramolo Mousse</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHc7rjXNwfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6CxvQC75jM8/s1600-h/R+mousse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221707912372404722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHc7rjXNwfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6CxvQC75jM8/s320/R+mousse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Ramolo Mousse is a chocolate cup filled with rich chocolate mousse with a wafer spoon which is also coated with chocolate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHc7rySo_kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CHwl8fNv7JE/s1600-h/Langur+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221707916379749954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHc7rySo_kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CHwl8fNv7JE/s320/Langur+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The twin devils&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you unleash two little tyrants over a cup of freshly made Ramolo Chocolate Mousse (Chocolate Overdose)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans.&lt;/u&gt; They become all the more tyrannizing and hard to control. Hardik &amp;amp; Hitarth (L to R in pic) are both twins and both equally chaotic once they are well fed and rested. &lt;u&gt;Note:&lt;/u&gt; The term &lt;em&gt;Well Fed&lt;/em&gt; does not apply if they are presented with chocolate. So after I brought a fresh piece of the mousse for them it was more than the regular masti and dhamaal. Was unable to take any pictures of them relishing the mousse though am posting a picture of the cake and the twins for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHc7Lhj1cWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_PE-DAidh7s/s1600-h/R+mousse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHc7Lhj1cWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_PE-DAidh7s/s1600-h/R+mousse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3812108015955323544-8817860636801372623?l=jaymasrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMixOfEverything/~3/k_udh6UcAhg/two-devils-fresh-ramolo-mousse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5rGKrM_-LLA/SHc7rjXNwfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6CxvQC75jM8/s72-c/R+mousse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jaymasrani.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-devils-fresh-ramolo-mousse.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

