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Bhatt" /><category term="Dreams" /><category term="Nokia N72" /><category term="Masoom" /><title>Sanju's window to the world!!!</title><subtitle type="html">An attempt to reflect, resonate and rejuvenate my world</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://metalbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://metalbook.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sanjay Srivatsan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118433226600706490204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dqenv5MmVag/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMxY/ybxsMNi5Ajw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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href="http://metalbook.blogspot.com/feeds/902936085064458197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21144262&amp;postID=902936085064458197" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default/902936085064458197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default/902936085064458197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SanjusWindowToTheWorld/~3/OyVzmk6old0/year-that-shouldnt-have-been.html" title="A year that shouldn't have been" /><author><name>Sanjay Srivatsan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118433226600706490204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dqenv5MmVag/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMxY/ybxsMNi5Ajw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">2011 was an year of dichotomy of emotions for me. An year that brought me together with my 91' Royal enfield and fiat Palio-my first car, A promotion at work. Unfortunately had the latter 2 come any earlier, it would've had a totally different significance.

Be that as it may, 2011 is an year that has basically been before June22nd-July 7th. World was still a beautiful rosy place with everything 
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ಕಾಣದೆಯೇ ಕಾಡಿಹುದು ನಿನ್ನ ಈ ಮಾಯಾಛಾಯೆ.
ಬೆರಗಾದೆ ನಾ, ನಿನ್ನ ಮುಗುಳ್ನಗೆಯ ಊಹೆಯಲಿ,
ಹೋಗಲಾರೆ ಎಲ್ಲೂ ನೀ, ಬರದೇ ಎನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಿ,
ಸಾಗದೆ ನಿಂತಿಹುದು ಜೀವನದ ಈ ಕಾದಂಬರಿ. 
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ಏಕೆ ಹೇಗೆ ಎಂತು ಕೇಳಲಾಗದೆ ಬೀಳ್ಕೊಟ್ಟೆವು.
ಕಣ್ಣಮುಂದೆ ಕಾಣೆಯಾಗಿ, ಕನಸುಗಳಲಿ ಬಂದಿಹೆ,
ಕಣ್ಣ ಹನಿಗಳಿಂದು ಸುರಿಸಲಾಗದೆ ಬತ್ತಿದೆ, 
ಕನಸುಗಳಿದ್ದ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಲಿ ಮಸಣ ಯಾತನೆ ಬಂದಿದೆ, ಮಸಣ ಯಾತನೆ ಬಂದಿದೆ!!!
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Just less than a year since you retired from an organization that you served for 40 years, and HE thought you were all done. With those wheels to take you around, You hardly took a break, you had hardly retired. 



The only question I have and will continue to have despite any number of answers... 



WHY?



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Baby wedding, a set on Flickr.
Some pics taken during my dear friend Baby's wedding (also sparingly known as Sharath) , married his sweetheart Manasa, in a joyous ceremony in Sullya, very close to Coorg and not so far from Mangalore.They say in India, a wedding is never complete without its elements, and this one sure did have every single one of them. But the best part of weddings are I 
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4th July



This might be the American independence day, but this day has nothing but bad news for us. He has developed spasms on both sides of the brain. Doctors have said further deterioration could be life-threatening. Apparently happens due to inadequate blood supply to the areas of the brain. I sought a second opinion with the neurosurgeon from Manipal Hospital. He only talked about 
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When was the last time you felt that feeling of absolute hatred?



In the past couple of months, I've experienced it and let me tell you its not really a pleasant feeling. Surely not, when someone has gone through what i have been through. 16 dreadful days of my life bereaved me of my dad, my guiding force, my everything. I was in a zombie like condition, just trying to go through the 
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अर्र्ज़ किया है.....

वोल्वो, मत आना मेरे  पीछे  यूह  चुप  चुप  के, साए  की  तरह!
डर लगता है, जी घबराता है , डर लगता है, जी घबराता है!

लगने लगता है की, कही ये मेरा दिल तो नहीं,
जो आज कल साथ में नहीं रहता मेरे!

बस इतना याद रखना, की तुम किसी के अमानात को साथ ला रहे हो अपने,
जिसके पास दिल पड़ा है गिरवी अपना!

वोल्वो, मत आना मेरे  पीछे  यूह  चुप  चुप  के, साए  की  तरह!

डर लगता है, जी घबराता है
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Its the last day of April, or just as i realize its May day. And for a while its been crawling on my mind how the summer has been this year. 

We've had some amazing turn of events and the biggest one of them all is we've won the World cup. And thanks to that I've been spared of writing about it how the Indian team always fails to live up to the expectations. But then, thanks to our Men in Blue
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Whats that one amazing possession at an age of 19-20 yrs? For kids of these days it those flashy gizmo's, your apple iPhone, iTouch, you touch and what not !!! I know I'm sounding old, just making it sound so ;). Not very long ago for us it used to be graduation from a bicycle to a two wheeler. Looking back at the first time I ever rode on a two wheeler which was a TVS 50 brought by a painter 
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A problem such as this that many face very early in life, has been picturized with such simplicity and élan that it's difficult not to empathize with Colin fareth's position, especially if s/he knows what it means to fumble in front of a large gathering, let alone stammer like 
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How have you been? I know I haven't written to you in a while. In these days word and excel documents seem to take everything out of me, and I am left high and dry even for words, let alone a few sentences.
Recently blog, I read 'Dork' by Sidin Vadukut and I am impressed by his easy-on-the-eyes style of writing and lucid storytelling. So don't be surprised if you find the style of this
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VmRdf78eekpEmMgvlNGdlprln-0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VmRdf78eekpEmMgvlNGdlprln-0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SanjusWindowToTheWorld/~4/ZB5_qgAUAGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://metalbook.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-chemistry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cCQH8ycCp7ImA9Wx9WEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21144262.post-7627061542568271033</id><published>2011-01-18T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:01:01.198+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-18T00:01:01.198+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hanidi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Belly Dance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="UAE" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dubai" /><title>Waiting for her Prince of Arabia - Hanidi</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://metalbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7627061542568271033/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21144262&amp;postID=7627061542568271033" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default/7627061542568271033?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default/7627061542568271033?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SanjusWindowToTheWorld/~3/IvsvwBAKsRs/waiting-for-her-prince-of-arabia-hanidi.html" title="Waiting for her Prince of Arabia - Hanidi" /><author><name>Sanjay Srivatsan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118433226600706490204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dqenv5MmVag/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMxY/ybxsMNi5Ajw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Q5_4mv6an0/TNabVNlTJJI/AAAAAAAAMA4/CiJmmP9PsOo/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">After a long and patient wait to come up with words for this picture, I clicked during my recent trip to the UAE, I give up!!! Because I realized that after all

"A picture is worth a thousand words"

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After a whole lot of nice tweets retweeted by @actormadhavan I made up my already sure mind to go ahead and watch this one. I would have missed this one for no reason, 
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Sachin Raising a sandstorm in sharjhah in the mid 90s.
Javagal Srinath and Anil Kumble taking us to victory someday during navarathri.
Yuvraj And Kaif put up that magical partnership to shut Naser Hussain up in Lords.
And of course, Rahul 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g0b4RCropuDGjwrTCChGJV8jpIE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g0b4RCropuDGjwrTCChGJV8jpIE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SanjusWindowToTheWorld/~4/DIl71WBSkkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://metalbook.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-cricketing-highs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUHR3ozcSp7ImA9Wx5XFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21144262.post-2102524581076933211</id><published>2010-09-15T00:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:53:56.489+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-15T00:53:56.489+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rantings" /><title>A Hmmmm'ble capture</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://metalbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2102524581076933211/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21144262&amp;postID=2102524581076933211" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default/2102524581076933211?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default/2102524581076933211?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SanjusWindowToTheWorld/~3/QtI1znRpGTo/hmmmm-capture.html" title="A Hmmmm&amp;#39;ble capture" /><author><name>Sanjay Srivatsan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118433226600706490204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dqenv5MmVag/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMxY/ybxsMNi5Ajw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Very recently, captured this video in innovative film city. At the time, I became very contemplative about life, seeing the number of rounds the guys there managed to skate.   While I saw them rising everytime they fell, in life nowadays with so much we crave for, it is so important to only rise and keep rising. Because every fall means an additional step to strenghten the ground below.   But 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4aXJ-cvmUkxm3ORiweFLzuBBKWo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4aXJ-cvmUkxm3ORiweFLzuBBKWo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SanjusWindowToTheWorld/~4/QtI1znRpGTo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://metalbook.blogspot.com/2010/09/hmmmm-capture.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHQ3Yyeip7ImA9Wx5RGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21144262.post-3174812441146952019</id><published>2010-08-26T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:38:52.892+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-26T22:38:52.892+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rantings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Experience" /><title>Saying Adieu in style</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://metalbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3174812441146952019/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21144262&amp;postID=3174812441146952019" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default/3174812441146952019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21144262/posts/default/3174812441146952019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SanjusWindowToTheWorld/~3/W_8vdnLUCu4/saying-adieu-in-style.html" title="Saying Adieu in style" /><author><name>Sanjay Srivatsan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118433226600706490204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dqenv5MmVag/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAMxY/ybxsMNi5Ajw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Q5_4mv6an0/THaYwbws0fI/AAAAAAAAL24/zJBbFBIsOR0/s72-c/IMAG0313.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">In our professional lives these days, seeing people leave the organization they work for is not really a big deal. People choose to leave different trails so to say while leaving, experience definitely helps me recollect from the whole lot of mails I've received and the two I've sent in this regard.

Some leave with a mail with full of gratitude that people reading it actually feel if the exiting
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Out of nowhere comes this mail at work, asking people to register for 
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"So when is yours" they ask? 
Ask any bachelor, he would tell you that this would be one of the most difficult questions he'll ever have to answer. When is it that we actually know the time, the right time. Every
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