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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGR3w9eip7ImA9WxNUGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655</id><updated>2009-11-10T15:30:26.262+05:30</updated><title>My Endeavour</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MyEndeavour" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYDQH4_cSp7ImA9WxNUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-2414102084325918489</id><published>2009-10-31T23:35:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:12:51.049+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T16:12:51.049+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>250 sec with Mallika Sherawat</title><summary type="html">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="1 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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</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;AkQFQH86fCp7ImA9WxNTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-3804343363073739644</id><published>2009-08-17T19:20:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:41:51.114+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T19:41:51.114+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 the 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 &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="6 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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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;D0IMQ30_fCp7ImA9WxJVEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-6892069483432486070</id><published>2009-06-29T02:17:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:36:22.344+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T11:36:22.344+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 shoneThe luminance kissed the surface of river rhoneFor now I am as depleted as ozoneWaiting for you to come to my zoneThose were the days when you used to be not aroundMy life would turn upside downFor in search of factitious crown Mea-culpa, I made you frownThose were the days when your one silent glare Would beacon like magnesium flareFor now I am in darkWhere&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="10 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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/05/vain-attempt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABQHg8fSp7ImA9WxJaFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-266243434152269321</id><published>2009-03-20T03:42:00.023+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:52:31.675+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T17:52:31.675+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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">23</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-srk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HRXk-cCp7ImA9WxJaFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-6733667261363867581</id><published>2009-01-27T14:17:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:55:34.758+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T17:55:34.758+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">“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 mankind and this genius was entangled by the ravishing aura &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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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;A0UEQ30zfip7ImA9WxJbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-2889009946986545911</id><published>2008-12-20T23:19:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:03:22.386+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T13:03:22.386+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 child 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 equivalent&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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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="30 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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">30</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/08/corporate-language.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4BR3cyfip7ImA9WxVaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-5268335820237082110</id><published>2008-08-18T18:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:45:56.996+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T18:45:56.996+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unquoted.." /><title>A few definitions for the modern era!</title><summary type="html">School: A place where Papa pays and Son plays. Life Insurance: A contract that keeps you poor all your life so that you can die Rich. Nurse: A person who wakes you up to give you sleeping pills. Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her masters. Divorce: Future tense of Marriage. Tears: The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/-Ab7ze-JBLg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/5268335820237082110/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-definitions-for-modern-era.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/5268335820237082110?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/5268335820237082110?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/-Ab7ze-JBLg/few-definitions-for-modern-era.html" title="A few definitions for the modern era!" /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-definitions-for-modern-era.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GRX8zfip7ImA9WxJaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-3122445466052921676</id><published>2008-07-31T02:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:08:44.186+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-08T11:08:44.186+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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/06/oolowl-or-lark.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NRn84fip7ImA9WxJaEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-896459883367119679</id><published>2008-06-03T13:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:19:57.136+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-02T04:19:57.136+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&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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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;A0EESHo4fSp7ImA9WxJbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-4399454003060897740</id><published>2008-05-15T17:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:10:09.435+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T13:10:09.435+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gyan.." /><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 hota"(Time is the best friend 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 dont have time ........itz just like saying you dont have time to stop for fuel because you are too &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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">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:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-asked-my-cousin-which-is-our.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QARns_fip7ImA9WxZWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-90377424037202086</id><published>2008-02-23T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:19:07.546+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-18T11:19:07.546+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me...myself" /><title>MATRICK PASS MONKEY.</title><summary type="html">When  I was born people were rejoicing (ladka hua) and i was crying seeing the scissor which cut my umbilical cord(isn’t it ridiculous,I  don’t remember but that’s common sense). My family pedigree always represented blue-blood but with my birth it turned red. After completing two decade in this earth when I go back to my huggies days (although I never wore it) I wonder what a brat I was. Just as&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/QIdO48eSntc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/90377424037202086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/02/matrick-pass-monkey.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/90377424037202086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/90377424037202086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/QIdO48eSntc/matrick-pass-monkey.html" title="MATRICK PASS MONKEY." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/02/matrick-pass-monkey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YEQH08fip7ImA9WxJbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642145169478102655.post-116191015422864492</id><published>2008-02-21T10:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:01:41.376+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T13:01:41.376+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports.." /><title>Sourav  "Dada" Ganguly...</title><summary type="html">Being an Indian celebrity is always a challenge that nurtures 3 folds especially if you belong to the cricketing world.Whether you be Cricketer,Bolly Star,Politician all have special priority list  in media (and if u seek attention of INDIA TV then only Yama can save u).Here is a live testimony who have seen the greatest ups and downs of his career,probably has gone through enormous media &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~4/TcoRqUdqmDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/feeds/116191015422864492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-indian-celebrity-is-always.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/116191015422864492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642145169478102655/posts/default/116191015422864492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyEndeavour/~3/TcoRqUdqmDs/being-indian-celebrity-is-always.html" title="Sourav  &quot;Dada&quot; Ganguly..." /><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17143743862235576191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11477089676049055508" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ankit-myendeavour.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-indian-celebrity-is-always.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
