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Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdhi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought; he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do!!&lt;br /&gt;He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop. Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting computerized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stockily built like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naive ness demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence crept into his so far affable, persuasive tone. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office, does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could see, he had the man where he wanted, and it was time to drive home the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrently; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was awestruck; quite like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You design and code such things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "but now I am the Project Manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so your life is easy now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was like the last straw for Vivek. He retorted, "Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other, wanting something else, and your boss, always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realization. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know sir.... I know what it is to be in the Line of Fire......."&lt;br /&gt;He was staring blankly, as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy was firing from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&amp;K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a soft assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain sahib refused me permission and went ahead himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded... ....his own personal safety came last, always and every time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was killed as he shielded and brought that injured soldier into the bunker. Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me . I know sir....I know, what it is to be in the Line of Fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched off the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was nice meeting you sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek fumbled with the handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hand... had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly, as if by impulse, he stood up at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the least he felt he could do for the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The incident he narrated during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and various other acts of bravery, he was awarded the “Param Vir Chakra”, the nation's highest military award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Why the hell I committed them to join the football practice session !! I must have gone crazy that time... already after more than an hour of workout everyday i could hardly remain on my toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Day and now... hardly a matter of a month but life seems to have taken a u-turn to those college days... when regular workout in gym with friends and then football practice session was the way to start the day !!!  everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this the regular routine was such that which i never wanted to have... go to office 11 am...  by evening sit down at CCD with friends chatting away to glory... leave office by 10ish in the night... then again hangout with friends till one in the morning... doing nothing but bragging and bugging each other this includes the hours I spent on phone... But thats not the way i lived before that... life for me had been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAW.... CRUDE... ROUGH... PACEE... SPEED... CHALLENGING...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DETERING...&lt;/span&gt; and with all sorts of UPZ and DOWNZ... more or less like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIE HARD !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main factors behind such a life are... FOOTBALL... TAEKONDO... WORKOUT... and above all the way we took up the work... for me and my friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean the school/college friends&lt;/span&gt; if we decided to do something... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE WILL DO IT !!!&lt;/span&gt; Let whatever be the case... starting from Lukkhagiri to covert operations to impressing a girl... I still remember that there was hardly any day left that I didn't had wrapped up knee or elbow or toe... forget about the cuts and bruises... that don't counts in it... for e.g. I had ligament tear in my right shoulder... left toe... right ankle... and not to forget I had a totally burned out left hand from Diwali crackers... but thats life... always happening... something or the other... mom n dad got fed-up with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Football me is something else... Football I inherited from my dad... had represented the Services team outside India also... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its 90 mins of Raw strength... Skill... Pace... Adrenaline Rush... Thudding heart... Drenching in sweat and blood... and after that you are dead as a dog !!&lt;/span&gt; This is the game where first 45 mins is just simple sports but then in the second half men are separated from boyz... this is the time in which your psychological toughness and physical strength comes out... there is a common saying if you want to watch quality football, then watch it from the second half !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the first time we participated in football tournament from our school... we the 12th std guys took on the Nees Wadia College guys... we lost it 3 goals to 1... but for us that was something to cheer... atleast we gone down fighting till the last man and held them back till the last minute... which was acknowledged by the crowd also !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost 4 years that I had last put on my studs... but still when we took to the field by 7:15 in the morning... the adrenaline started flowing again in the blood... in next 2 n half hrs its been absolute fun... and by the time we packed up our practice session by 10... I was almost in my college days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I feel that I am living up to myself... the way I lived and looked the life... enough of the social stuffs and friendly masks... no more !!! Let me live the way I am... away from the pretenders... away from the bragging boxes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seems life another turn around in my life going on... I'm Loving it !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any man's character can be determined by two things !!!&lt;br /&gt;The sports he play and the friends he play with !!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       ... Johan Cem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Sorry friends... but haven't stopped scribbling... my diary is getting overloaded with thoughts. I have also written about the souls around me and for one it's stretched to five pages but with the passage of time few of them lost it's presence to be uploaded in the blog... as this place is the reflection of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes there are few with whom I can't afford to do the injustice by not writing about them... of them one is a gal... I call her Gorgeous sis or Baby or anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;she popularly known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chestu&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;khannee&lt;/span&gt; or Baby&lt;/span&gt;... and for her I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kunu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bhai&lt;/span&gt; or simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bhai&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;couldn't get a better name?? seems very comic but above all the emotions that attached to it valued the most&lt;/span&gt;... she also calls me Sensitive Soul &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't know how cum she came into this conclusion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me give you all a bit of her background... she just completed her B.Arch. and now got placed in an Architectural firm in Delhi... Her father is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Retd&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IAF&lt;/span&gt; Officer... and her elder bro went outside India for further studies and then work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual we met online and started our conversation with our common interest i.e. Photography... but as the time passed... we started sharing our thoughts on a core level... as photography reflects the inner thoughts of the individual who clicked it. Writing your thoughts on a paper can be manipulative but with a picture we cannot manipulate it. I must say she already crossed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt; photographer stage long back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first conversation anyone will realize that she is not like any other girl... Who lived on the net for lust or making friends and other stuffs &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;you know what i mean&lt;/span&gt;... she stay online for her very close friends... bros... sises... and rest of the family. This is the first girl whom i have seen on a different scale... at the age of 20 i had never imagined that any girl can be least interested in having a relationship !!! Been very ambitious her plans are to excel in her field &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;presently she already took her first step&lt;/span&gt;... then when she will become a self-content and self-sustained woman she will adopt a child... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;believe me she is very clear about her thoughts regarding this&lt;/span&gt;. This reminds me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sushmita&lt;/span&gt; Sen the single mother and an idol for many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen for many having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sushmita&lt;/span&gt; Sen as their idol but hardly follow her footsteps but for this little girl she is not her idol but follow her footsteps... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what needed in a woman of substance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and her elder bro always compliment her by saying Beautiful Gorgeous Baby... and she simply blasted us back saying that we are the only one who make her conscious by saying all these that her friends never dare to do... and for her we are the only two to share all her thoughts... whatever it is she is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;laadli&lt;/span&gt; of uncle... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;unty&lt;/span&gt; and we two bros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I became a part of her family and she became mine... but still she remained a very present surprise in my life... From 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month she will be starting her professional career... All the best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful Gorgeous Baby&lt;/span&gt;... and I thank god for giving me such a lovely sis !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD BLESS YOU !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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We ignore them and continue with our life... We forget to acknowledge the lost souls who laid down their lives for us, let them be from some other country... I could realize it when I entered the gate of a cemetery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear with the word cemetery but how I realized it is still a question. let me tell you about it in detail then you will understand&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roFSIatO7rw/RnJiwaDL1zI/AAAAAAAAAco/scJxps6Wgo8/s1600-h/r001-014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roFSIatO7rw/RnJiwaDL1zI/AAAAAAAAAco/scJxps6Wgo8/s200/r001-014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076228313765893938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that why entering from that gate changed it all. This is about a war cemetery in Khadki Cantonment area in Pune(India). It is the resting place of those souls who laid down their lives in Second World War (1939 to 1944) for saving the Indian sub-continent from Axis powers and most of all of them are from Royal British Army, Royal Air Force and Royal Navy. The Legacy thats corresponding Indian defense establishment inherited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For last nine years I happen to cross this place quiet frequently but never entered, as I always felt an unusual chill while crossing it. It send shiver through my spine and I was was quiet reluctant. But the passion of photography overwhelmed my reluctance and one fine day stepped in. Last to last weekend I went to city market to get a Polarizer for my SLR camera. While returning I don't know why I took the D tour and when I was passing by the cemetery... stopped... parked my &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roFSIatO7rw/RnJkLqDL10I/AAAAAAAAAcw/aCc4TETt7YY/s1600-h/r001-018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roFSIatO7rw/RnJkLqDL10I/AAAAAAAAAcw/aCc4TETt7YY/s200/r001-018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076229881428956994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bike... took my camera and entered those seemingly forbidden gates for the first time... First time in nine years of my stay in Pune.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an another world, the place is perfectly maintained by Indian Army as a legacy of their past. Felt like I was somewhere in Scandinavia surrounded by those peaceful souls who are in slumber not to wake up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after entering the cemetery there is a large platform saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;THEIR NAME LIVETH FOR EVEN MORE&lt;/span&gt;. Reminds us that this is the place where someone is resting after a long and tiring battle... this is the place for those, whose name will live till eternity for their sacrifice to save his fellow countrymen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Cross erected in the center and surrounding that are the 10 sand stones with the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roFSIatO7rw/RnJlOKDL12I/AAAAAAAAAdA/n0qfmNH9uZU/s1600-h/r001-019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roFSIatO7rw/RnJlOKDL12I/AAAAAAAAAdA/n0qfmNH9uZU/s200/r001-019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076231023890257762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; names of the martyrs curved on it... And all round the cemetery lies graves of these individuals with their Name... Service Number... Unit Belong to... Date of his sacrifice... and the age when he had done this supreme sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;IN OUR HEARTS IS A PICTURE OF YOU. DEAR SON. YOUR MEMORY WILL NEVER GROW OLD.&lt;/span&gt; These are the words of the parents of a Gunner in Royal Artillery who died 11th August 1942 when he was just 20. Even though their parents may not be alive now... but their feelings still echoes across the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;This place is seemingly in a Time Machine transition phase... Where the time stood still... Where past meets the present... Where a moment of past beautifully preserved for the future generation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roFSIatO7rw/RnJldaDL13I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Mf9cqmNDoLo/s1600-h/r001-016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roFSIatO7rw/RnJldaDL13I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Mf9cqmNDoLo/s320/r001-016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076231285883262834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Following are the details of the world around the Anti-matter (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;please bear the inconvenience... what I am trying to tell you below is typically in scientific terms and many won't find it interesting to read&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-matter extends the concept of the antiparticle to matter, where by antimatter is composed of antiparticles in the same way that normal matter is composed of particles. For example an anti-electron (positron) and an anti-proton could form an anti-hydrogen atom in the same way that an electron and a proton form a normal matter hydrogen atom. Furthermore, mixing of matter and antimatter would lead to the annihilation of both in the same way that mixing of antiparticles and particles does, thus giving rise to high-energy photons (gamma rays) or other particle–antiparticle pairs. The particles resulting from matter-antimatter annihilation are endowed with energy equal to the difference between the rest mass of the products of the annihilation and the rest mass of the original matter-antimatter pair, which is often quite large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antimatter is not found naturally on Earth, except very briefly and in ephemerally small quantities (as the result of radioactive decay or cosmic rays). This is because antimatter which comes to exist on Earth outside the confines of a suitably equipped physics laboratory would inevitably come into contact with the ordinary matter that Earth is made of, and be annihilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is considerable speculation both in science and science fiction as to why the observable universe is apparently almost entirely matter, whether other places are almost entirely antimatter instead, and what might be possible if antimatter could be harnessed, but at this time the apparent asymmetry of matter and antimatter in the visible universe is one of the great unsolved problems in physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Startling Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirac himself was the first to consider the existence of antimatter on an astronomical scale. But it was only after the confirmation of his theory, with the discovery of the positron, anti-proton and anti-neutron that real speculation began on the possible existence of an anti-universe. In the following years, motivated by basic symmetry principles, it was believed that the universe must consist of both matter and antimatter in equal amounts. If, however, there were an isolated system of antimatter in the universe, free from interaction with ordinary matter, no earthbound observation could distinguish its true content, as photons (being their own antiparticle) are the same whether they originate from a “Universe” or an “Anti-universe”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of anti-matter is very recent, scientists realized it is possible when we got the in depth knowledge of fission and fusion. Now a days only very minute quantity is produced in test conditions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per the conceptualization with anti-matter when we make a bomb of the same size of a H2 bomb the it will be 30000 times more powerful than the H2 bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;This means it can divert earth from its path!! OOOPS... we humans never realized that we are moving towards our own destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Cum on yaar... what can you expect from someone who always been a back bencher... Today is the only moment in life when I actually repented of my Name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt; Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Name: &lt;span&gt;Kuntal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous Singer/Band:&lt;/span&gt;  K*rl Michaels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 letter word:&lt;/span&gt; Kiss  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Street:&lt;/span&gt; Knight CT (New Hampshire)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color:&lt;/span&gt; Khaki  &lt;span&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gifts/Presents:&lt;/span&gt; Knife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vehicle:&lt;/span&gt; Couldn't find one &lt;span&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things in a Souvenir Shop:&lt;/span&gt; Kettle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy Name:&lt;/span&gt; Kunal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kiran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie Title:&lt;/span&gt; Kandahar.  December 1931&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drink:&lt;/span&gt; KAMIKAZE (   2 oz. Vodka,    1/2 oz. Triple Sec or Cointreau,    1/2 Roses Lime Juice and    2 Lime wedges)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Occupation:&lt;/span&gt; Key      Grips  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flower:&lt;/span&gt; Kansas Feather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrity:&lt;/span&gt; Keira Christina Knightley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magazine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;K-Zone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U.S. City:&lt;/span&gt; Ketchikan, AK, USA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro Sports Teams:&lt;/span&gt; Kentucky Colonels - ABA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruit:&lt;/span&gt; Kaffir lime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason for Being Late for Work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kept on snoring &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something You Throw Away:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kuch Bhi... &lt;span&gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt; (means anything)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things You Shout:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Krap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartoon Character:&lt;/span&gt; Koopaling/Koopa Kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I will be tagging &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09593822080382578122"&gt;Cuckoo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119586374545083499"&gt;Rashmi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06394200137631383145"&gt;Sumit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09477194944746778596"&gt;Isha&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620364330491427989"&gt;Varsha&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674430930139483701"&gt;Shruti&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15254666344810066745"&gt;Anisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ENJOY.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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