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The three beautiful horses galloping in slow motion on the lush green field with a tinge of soft dewy music playing in the background when the stellar trio were motoring to Silvia in Spain. I was stunned by the stunning marvels of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/PkvqFAUfpOs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/7022232704232493617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2011/08/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara-movie-review.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/7022232704232493617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/7022232704232493617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/PkvqFAUfpOs/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara-movie-review.html" title="Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara - Movie Review" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oum3sbhJNG8/Tkbh9csq9tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Na4zBXqa704/s72-c/znmd1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2011/08/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara-movie-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMQnk8cSp7ImA9WhZXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-8569255788766301387</id><published>2011-05-01T18:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:29:43.779+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-01T18:29:43.779+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Jab They Met</title><summary type="html">Scene 1
Location: Corporate House

Andrew straight went to her cubicle with Flora following him.
“Can you tell me where the HR bay is?” Andrew inquired 

Veronika, a girl with an Indian doll face perpetually lit up by a flowery smile, talked. She was tall, around 5 foot 5, standing in the center of the cubicle as articulate witness of esoteric innocence and classical beauty. She was a treasure in&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/0-WaPGF3yaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/8569255788766301387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2011/05/jab-they-met.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/8569255788766301387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/8569255788766301387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/0-WaPGF3yaw/jab-they-met.html" title="Jab They Met" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWLv0X9U8ZU/Tb1YU4oAkJI/AAAAAAAAATs/r3Y89xXVM_g/s72-c/angelina_jolie_cleopatra.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2011/05/jab-they-met.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDSH04fSp7ImA9Wx9VFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-6408249980954042263</id><published>2011-02-01T17:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:41:19.335+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T17:41:19.335+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Tryst on the Clouds..</title><summary type="html">Here is the compilation of some of my experiences and thoughts while getting bored on the plane, flying back from home to bangalore yesterday!! 

1. My love for Air-hostess’ grew as a kid watching Madhuri Dixit gyrating in the farm of pulses (Chane ke khet me).She played the character of an air-hostess in that movie (Anjaam) 

2. While serving refreshments the air-hostess relentlessly looked onto&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/n5mfMkTHqms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/6408249980954042263/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2011/02/tryst-on-clouds.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/6408249980954042263?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/6408249980954042263?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/n5mfMkTHqms/tryst-on-clouds.html" title="Tryst on the Clouds.." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2011/02/tryst-on-clouds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMR3o5eSp7ImA9WhZXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-5224080661159713725</id><published>2011-01-04T04:10:00.027+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:34:46.421+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-01T18:34:46.421+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>I-Candy..</title><summary type="html">Let me move forward. Let me wait until the job is fully over.
When I drop on the floor, a human being cleans after me 

The aforementioned adage holds such relevance in our day to day hourly life. These holy words transpired and inspired my way of living, thinking and “standing”. If you are confused then hold your horses and continue reading to eschew obfuscation. It will revolutionize the way &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/QVKx1JOqe1Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/5224080661159713725/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-candy-at-bangalore.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/5224080661159713725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/5224080661159713725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/QVKx1JOqe1Y/i-candy-at-bangalore.html" title="I-Candy.." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bq0IgeffeDs/TSJlVoAdBQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4Y3QuhU8YQk/s72-c/ankytude.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-candy-at-bangalore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUBQXk5eCp7ImA9WxFUGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-7798141526349092837</id><published>2010-04-15T04:25:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:57:30.720+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-30T01:57:30.720+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>250 secs with Mallika Sherawat - II</title><summary type="html">
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Going to college is like a battle for me which I always rosily look forward to lose. One fine morning when the sun was beating its hammer on the anvil of the land, I fully equipped my arsenal and took the chariot(yeah the red color minibus) for the battlefield. As the chariot wheels started trolling a gentleman sitting in-front of me ushered his seat to a ravishing 31st century girl(you will &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/VdOY8LbpiJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/2414102084325918489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/10/250-sec-with-mallika-sherawat.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/2414102084325918489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/2414102084325918489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/VdOY8LbpiJc/250-sec-with-mallika-sherawat.html" title="250 sec with Mallika Sherawat" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bq0IgeffeDs/SwAeuD13oKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d0A56M-Ow2s/s72-c/5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/10/250-sec-with-mallika-sherawat.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CRHk6cSp7ImA9Wx5QGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-3804343363073739644</id><published>2009-08-17T19:20:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:19:25.719+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-08T01:19:25.719+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="india.." /><title>Pseudo-secularism..</title><summary type="html">Religion, caste, race and color are the roots which has lead to myriads of civil strife ubiquitously. Be it in India where hindu-muslim differences catapulted to partition, amercian civil war which put an end to the slave dynasty,south Africa’s policy of apartheid, irish-british conflicts, french war which bifurcated protestant and catholic, lebanese war between the christians and the muslims.
In&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/lwZu4NsdyWI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/3804343363073739644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/08/religion-caste-race-and-color-are-roots.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/3804343363073739644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/3804343363073739644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/lwZu4NsdyWI/religion-caste-race-and-color-are-roots.html" title="Pseudo-secularism.." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/08/religion-caste-race-and-color-are-roots.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFRn09fip7ImA9WxNTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-8851711079495438022</id><published>2009-08-17T19:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:20:17.366+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T19:20:17.366+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>From Ape to bloke..</title><summary type="html">Innovation is the prerogative of the homo-sapiens. Everything in this world is created twice; firstly by contemplating and secondly by implementing those notions physically. The contemporary world is also a prototype what the “early man” vividly visualized then. The vogues of the world are somehow attributed to the erstwhile generations who innovated every unnatural piece in this earth. The adage&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/UPHIo5ZHJlQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/8851711079495438022/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-ape-to-bloke.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/8851711079495438022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/8851711079495438022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/UPHIo5ZHJlQ/from-ape-to-bloke.html" title="From Ape to bloke.." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-ape-to-bloke.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkACRng7fip7ImA9Wx5bEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-6892069483432486070</id><published>2009-06-29T02:17:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:02:47.606+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-28T14:02:47.606+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Those were the days..</title><summary type="html">Those were the days when the moon shone
The luminance kissed the surface of river rhone
For now I am as depleted as ozone
Waiting for you to come to my zone

Those were the days when you used to be not around
My life would turn upside down
For in search of factitious crown 
Mea-culpa, I made you frown

Those were the days when your one silent glare 
Would beacon like magnesium flare
For now I am &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/CEqS5_cXJ1A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/6892069483432486070/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-were-days.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/6892069483432486070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/6892069483432486070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/CEqS5_cXJ1A/those-were-days.html" title="Those were the days.." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-were-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MRnc6fyp7ImA9WxJREkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-1679726356187184265</id><published>2009-05-03T03:07:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:49:47.917+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T11:49:47.917+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Life..</title><summary type="html">Everytime I look into the mirror,you couldn't find a single error.the day I don't look the mirror,you find java.lang.Throwable error.Everytime I motivated you,you were filled with bliss.when I needed motivation,none was there even to diss.Everytime you ditched,I tried to stitch.but none can go against the treacher life,even when you are having a wonderful wife.Everytime I had a dream,you made me &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/J82i0W_Cdn4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/1679726356187184265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/05/vain-attempt.html#comment-form" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/1679726356187184265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/1679726356187184265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/J82i0W_Cdn4/vain-attempt.html" title="Life.." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/05/vain-attempt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QERHw8fCp7ImA9Wx5SF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-266243434152269321</id><published>2009-03-20T03:42:00.024+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T03:05:05.274+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-14T03:05:05.274+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Poor SRK...</title><summary type="html">As the adage goes “Icons are not born rather made”. Icons are epitomized by billions of people in the globe irrespective of caste, creed, and race. But I know an Icon who seriously forged encroachment to multitudes of people. And he is none other than self-proclaimed (pun intended) King Khan. Here are few of his deed indeed needed to be mentioned…

1.He is the only reason why Shahid is still &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/sM6LpU4St7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/266243434152269321/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-srk.html#comment-form" title="23 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/266243434152269321?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/266243434152269321?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/sM6LpU4St7o/poor-srk.html" title="Poor SRK..." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>23</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-srk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAQHo6eip7ImA9Wx5SF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-6733667261363867581</id><published>2009-01-27T14:17:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:52:21.412+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-14T02:52:21.412+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Mea-Culpa of the Taj Mahal...</title><summary type="html">“The Crown Palace” alias The Taj Mahal named after my third mistress Mumtaz Mahal, the jewel of the palace is the most mesmerizing masterpiece of my ancestors. If talented people hit the target which no one else can hit then comes a genius who hit the target without seeing it, my master was unanimously one. Beauty is the greatest seducer to the mankind and this genius was entangled by the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/ceabdZYQ1Qw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/6733667261363867581/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/01/mea-culpa-of-taj-mahal.html#comment-form" title="37 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/6733667261363867581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/6733667261363867581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/ceabdZYQ1Qw/mea-culpa-of-taj-mahal.html" title="Mea-Culpa of the Taj Mahal..." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>37</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/01/mea-culpa-of-taj-mahal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GQXc8cCp7ImA9Wx5SF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-2889009946986545911</id><published>2008-12-20T23:19:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:58:40.978+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-14T02:58:40.978+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>MAD-HE-MAD-ICS...</title><summary type="html">04/100 and 03/100 was my score in the first, second terminal examination(ripleys believe it or not!). Mesmerized? as a child who is seeing the magic but for the first time? yes this was my score in mathematics when I was in eighth standard (irony (breaking news): today I am an IT Engineer). Even Aryabhatta would have repented why he invented zero seeing the score of his indigenous student to be &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/LcKBrnrNpwI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/2889009946986545911/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/12/mat-he-mat-ics.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/2889009946986545911?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/2889009946986545911?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/LcKBrnrNpwI/mat-he-mat-ics.html" title="MAD-HE-MAD-ICS..." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/12/mat-he-mat-ics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFRng6cCp7ImA9WxVbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-8400450582834558597</id><published>2008-12-18T01:49:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:23:37.618+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-25T23:23:37.618+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics.." /><title>USA...The Root of Terrorism</title><summary type="html">As you sow so shall you reap…This adage became the de facto for the US of A when they were annihilated by the(shoes..sorry Bush but as the adage goes..:-) metallic kites in the worst terrorist attack ever on 9/11.The Presidential elect Barrack Obama is on record high advocating the escalation of military in Afghanistan. But history has something subtle to say . In the late 70’s the military of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/L7HlUvCb1z4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/8400450582834558597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/12/usathe-root-of-terrorism.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/8400450582834558597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/8400450582834558597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/L7HlUvCb1z4/usathe-root-of-terrorism.html" title="USA...The Root of Terrorism" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/12/usathe-root-of-terrorism.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQH06fSp7ImA9WxVaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-813276060629051119</id><published>2008-12-02T14:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:29:41.315+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T18:29:41.315+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unquoted.." /><title>Its all about Money</title><summary type="html">Do you think you know a lot about money? Maybe you do. Maybe you don't. But let's see if any of the following facts are in any way surprising to you:1. More of our fantasies are about money... than sex.2. If we could have any luxury in the world (and money didn't matter) more of us would choose to spend money on a butler and a maid than anything else.3. 90% of Americans who own pets buy them &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/ybPs3uWCGdQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/813276060629051119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-about-money.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/813276060629051119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/813276060629051119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/ybPs3uWCGdQ/its-all-about-money.html" title="Its all about Money" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-about-money.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHQX86cSp7ImA9WxRRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-1431117571660440386</id><published>2008-10-02T23:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:10:30.119+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-02T23:10:30.119+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Me....Myself....I</title><summary type="html">God threw me in the gifts of Nature's Intelligence and i soaked it like a sponge.A young firm stellar rainmaker in waiting oozing like a gushing mountain stream after rain......that's me AnkitI am not selfish but i want everything:-)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/y135FFmzgOM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/1431117571660440386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/10/memyselfi.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/1431117571660440386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/1431117571660440386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/y135FFmzgOM/memyselfi.html" title="Me....Myself....I" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/10/memyselfi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4AR3s-eSp7ImA9WxVaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-2844714459882162230</id><published>2008-08-23T20:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:45:46.551+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T18:45:46.551+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unquoted.." /><title>The Corporate Language</title><summary type="html">"We will do it" means " You will do it" "You have done a great job" means "More work to be given to you" "We are working on it" means "We have not yet started working on the same" "Tomorrow first thing in the morning" means "Its not getting done...At least not tomorrow !". "After discussion we will decide - I am very open to views" means "I have already decided, I will tell you what to do" "There&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/ARCqIS_ribk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/2844714459882162230/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/08/corporate-language.html#comment-form" title="31 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/2844714459882162230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/2844714459882162230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/ARCqIS_ribk/corporate-language.html" title="The Corporate Language" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>31</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/08/corporate-language.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMQXo7fyp7ImA9Wx5SF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-3122445466052921676</id><published>2008-07-31T02:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T03:08:00.407+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-14T03:08:00.407+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Aspiration v/s unreasonable demands...</title><summary type="html">“She smiled at you because she thinks you are her father’s best friend”……I pouted to my mate when he tried to hit at my gf. I’m addicted to mock at people and life seems to reciprocate it. My psychometric test result seems in ambivalent state...........” You have a desire to do your best and to explore your full potential. This gives you a sense of satisfaction and personal fulfillment. However, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/HPWgytogJn8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/3122445466052921676/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/07/aspiration-vs-unreasonable-demands.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/3122445466052921676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/3122445466052921676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/HPWgytogJn8/aspiration-vs-unreasonable-demands.html" title="Aspiration v/s unreasonable demands..." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/07/aspiration-vs-unreasonable-demands.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cAR30-eSp7ImA9WxNUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-6899528498572576727</id><published>2008-07-14T02:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:54:06.351+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T18:54:06.351+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Once in a Blue Moon...</title><summary type="html">I was so blasé with my lappy dinging the same jaded bollywood beats that I slapped the headphone and pigeonholed it. Seldom I become boorish but when my aplomb berserks,   it gets into sort of morbid state. A night of july was one such experience when solitude enveloped me into its aura. It felt like a proletarian caught in bourgeoisie net. When these types of thoughts beckon us “hapless” is the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/lUUpEPJXt88" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/6899528498572576727/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-in-blue-moon.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/6899528498572576727?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/6899528498572576727?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/lUUpEPJXt88/once-in-blue-moon.html" title="Once in a Blue Moon..." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-in-blue-moon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDSXsyfCp7ImA9WxJbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-1261161281876264319</id><published>2008-06-26T00:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:04:38.594+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T13:04:38.594+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>OOL..Owl or Lark</title><summary type="html">Folks baptized me  “ullu ka patha”(owls sycophant). At that time I  just used to grumble at them but just few days back I came to know that owl is the “Bird Of Wisdom” All my 20 years of experience in the globe  I thought it to be “Bird Of  Night” ,  common sense isn’t it?        The audacious owl who surveys the world spreading the light of wisdom and strikingly polar is the melodious Lark, “the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/PLKM1pDr_lg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/1261161281876264319/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/06/oolowl-or-lark.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/1261161281876264319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/1261161281876264319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/PLKM1pDr_lg/oolowl-or-lark.html" title="OOL..Owl or Lark" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/06/oolowl-or-lark.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcAQHo8fip7ImA9Wx9XGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-896459883367119679</id><published>2008-06-03T13:33:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:37:21.476+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-12T22:37:21.476+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Thomas Days..</title><summary type="html">
Caesar’s destiny was linked with conspiracy but mine had something else in store. I was pretty much obsessive to get into commerce but a thought (AB ad- an idea can change your life…..its true its explicitly true in my case) provoked which made me cross the Rubicon and took science at the eleventh hour of my application letter to principal Mirza. 
My school life can be depicted in two phases the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/xxLwn0NjuRQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/896459883367119679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-erris-human-being-or-living-being.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/896459883367119679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/896459883367119679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/xxLwn0NjuRQ/too-erris-human-being-or-living-being.html" title="Thomas Days.." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-erris-human-being-or-living-being.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MDQXc6eyp7ImA9WhdTGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-4399454003060897740</id><published>2008-05-15T17:09:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:07:50.913+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-17T00:07:50.913+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time and tide" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Time and Tide never waits...</title><summary type="html">When I was a child, I use to often hear my dad saying "Waqt se bada koi dost nahi hota aur waqt se bada koi dushman nahi" (Time is the best pal as well as best enemy).At that age I was very much ignorant.But today I can realize how it can create an impact on the common man.People often says I don't have time.It's just like saying you don't have time to stop for fuel because you are too busy &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/AMvUkkfgX6k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/4399454003060897740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-and-tide-never-waits.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/4399454003060897740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/4399454003060897740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/AMvUkkfgX6k/time-and-tide-never-waits.html" title="Time and Tide never waits..." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-and-tide-never-waits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MSHY6fCp7ImA9WxJbF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-3190360815227964439</id><published>2008-05-01T14:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:39:49.814+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-28T12:39:49.814+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>Yaadein..Yaad aati hain !</title><summary type="html">Both lived in the same building , played several game amongst long time back. The bull dog ignorant when she grew and his love too. He would spend hours waiting in the stairs for the bull frog to open the door till the milkman arrived exactly at 7:45 in dark. Both eyes met, he turned red, she turned pink ,millions of words exchanged in that silent glare. In that one second they lived their live &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/9oCig0fpD2Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/3190360815227964439/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/05/bas-yaadienyaad-aati-hain.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/3190360815227964439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/3190360815227964439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/9oCig0fpD2Y/bas-yaadienyaad-aati-hain.html" title="Yaadein..Yaad aati hain !" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/05/bas-yaadienyaad-aati-hain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCSX06eyp7ImA9WxVaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-2876881053440455616</id><published>2008-03-19T19:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:36:08.313+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T18:36:08.313+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unquoted.." /><title>The World's most weird cases</title><summary type="html">  In September 2004, judge Ak Patabendige of Sri Lanka jailed a man for yawning in the court.  A Father from Beijing was refused legal permission to name his son “@” after the keyboard character. Permission was declined on legal basis that all names should capable of being translated into mandarin. In 2007, a court in India was asked to decide whether a vibrating condom is contraceptive or a sex &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/Kc1Z-JqKvns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/2876881053440455616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/03/worlds-most-weird-cases.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/2876881053440455616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/2876881053440455616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/Kc1Z-JqKvns/worlds-most-weird-cases.html" title="The World's most weird cases" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/03/worlds-most-weird-cases.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQNRHo5fyp7ImA9WxVaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-3009126257115661062</id><published>2008-03-13T17:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:36:35.427+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T18:36:35.427+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports.." /><title>Down in the dumps......</title><summary type="html">When I asked my cousin “which is our national sport”, the answer was pretty obvious to my conscience “Cricket” ……..Hockey, once an Indian pride is now India’s ignominy. It has now become the national film or rather national slogan which is quiet famous “chak de india”.The game is successful stuff in bollywood films but has little relevance in reality. There was once a time when Indian hockey was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/vJu3VCNYZWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/3009126257115661062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-asked-my-cousin-which-is-our.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/3009126257115661062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/3009126257115661062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/vJu3VCNYZWE/when-i-asked-my-cousin-which-is-our.html" title="Down in the dumps......" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCIpLMKfyqc/TbsT-vIeIHI/AAAAAAAAATM/WBbMG8DklIg/s220/jesse_mccartney.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-asked-my-cousin-which-is-our.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

