<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:03:23.158-07:00</updated><category term="Anguish"/><category term="Confidence bluff"/><category term="Jaane tu ya jaane na"/><category term="Padmaavat"/><category term="Satyam scam"/><category term="approach"/><category term="attitude"/><category term="closed mind"/><category term="cost of relationship"/><category term="death"/><category term="economy"/><category term="egoist"/><category term="honesty"/><category term="irritating people"/><category term="kismat konnection"/><category term="morality"/><category term="people"/><category term="pet"/><category term="self deception"/><category term="separation"/><category term="viewpoint"/><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'>General and particular thoughts, observations , opinions about Life and its ways</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-8794927029173213960</id><published>2022-01-21T01:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2022-01-21T01:52:24.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Svaa Odey - To hell with them</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Naman was livid. He felt insulted, belittled and cheated all at the same time. His voice almost trembling with rage, he pointed towards the door and said &quot; GET OUT! NOW !!!Without uttering a single word but his eyes heavy with humiliation and hostility, Bharat picked his black leather bag, exited Noman&#39;s bedroom and out of the front door in&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a few quick steps.Just as he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/8794927029173213960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/8794927029173213960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/8794927029173213960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/8794927029173213960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2022/01/sir-svaa-odey-to-hell-with-them.html' title='Sir Svaa Odey - To hell with them'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-6661573638801236176</id><published>2021-12-05T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2021-12-05T04:48:53.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t You Worry - Tu Chinta Na Kar</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Dejected, Amar sat there, disillusioned and demotivated. This was it. There was no other possible scope for his seemingly long, laborious life. He must end it. Family-less, jobless there was no aim nor ambition to keep him alive. Sitting on the cold, rusty park bench he held his head in his hands, absentmindedly staring at the moist glistening grass in the surprisingly sunny, September </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/6661573638801236176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/6661573638801236176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/6661573638801236176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/6661573638801236176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2021/12/dont-you-worry-tu-chinta-na-kar.html' title='Don’t You Worry - Tu Chinta Na Kar'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-3005256119156945931</id><published>2018-02-14T23:48:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2018-02-15T13:56:55.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kesh Kartanaalaya Chronicles (किस्से Hair Cut के)</title><summary type="text">Chik-Chik-Chik... TachikChik-chik-chik-chik ...- KhachikChik-chik-chik-chik ...- KhachikKainchi- scissors ki ye repetitive awaaz kareeb 5-7 minute chalti thi.&quot;Hilna mat varna kaan cut jayega&quot; Nashe se laal aankhein liye jab naayi kehta tha to lakdi ke phatte par 6-7 saal ki nanhi si nicker band tashreef tak jhurjhuri si daudh jaati thi.2 mahiney mein ek baar honey waali &#39;cutting&#39; ka ek wo hissa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/3005256119156945931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/3005256119156945931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2018/02/kesh-kartanaalaya-chronicles.html' title='Kesh Kartanaalaya Chronicles (किस्से Hair Cut के)'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-2656942263057770264</id><published>2018-01-30T12:28:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2018-01-30T14:09:15.654-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Padmaavat"/><title type='text'>Pad-dington Yes, Pad-maavat - No</title><summary type="text">&quot;You break it, you own it&quot; goes the slogan in a gift shop.In a society where an actor playing God Ram in a TV serial almost expects being worshipped in real life is no big deal, a movie grandiosely depicting mass suicide in the name of honour definitely wouldn’t break anything now would it ?  Of course it will be consumed and then casually pass by as just another work of fiction - without any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/2656942263057770264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/2656942263057770264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/2656942263057770264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/2656942263057770264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2018/01/pad-dington-yes-pad-maavat-no.html' title='Pad-dington Yes, Pad-maavat - No'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-1051769357530349512</id><published>2018-01-19T09:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2018-01-19T09:45:40.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khud ko Khulaa Patra (Open Letter to Self)</title><summary type="text">Ranjan Baabu, Khush to bohot hoge tum aaj - badhi badhi celebrities ki tarah tumhaare naam bhi kisi ne khulaa patra, open letter likha hai ! Khud tum ne hi sahi. That means you have arrived!By the way agar samajh na aaya ho, that line above was meant as satire, you fool. Ye khulaa patra isi baare mein hai ki apna Raita sameto, or as they say - get your act together. For thats all you are right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/1051769357530349512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/1051769357530349512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1051769357530349512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1051769357530349512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2018/01/khud-ko-khulaa-patra-open-letter-to-self.html' title='Khud ko Khulaa Patra (Open Letter to Self)'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-2842414937203322894</id><published>2017-10-08T15:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-26T15:12:20.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karwa Chauth ki Vyatha</title><summary type="text">

Peedhit Patiyon ki Sanstha waise to shaayad ek kaalpnikta (fiction) hi hai lekin agar kabhi aisi koi Sanstha ban jae to meri ek request hogi – please uska ek department karwa chauth peedhiton (victims of KC) ke liye banaya jaaye.
Ek out-patient department ki tarah KC Victims dep­artment karwa chauth peedhit patiyon ke dukh ko suney, bas sirf sun hi le, nivaran (resolution) to koi maayi ka laal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/2842414937203322894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/2842414937203322894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/2842414937203322894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/2842414937203322894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2017/10/karwa-chauth-ki-vyatha_8.html' title='Karwa Chauth ki Vyatha'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-2119863911896532450</id><published>2017-07-27T00:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2017-07-27T09:23:43.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>हम तो बाबू लोग हैं</title><summary type="text">

८० के दशक में फ़िल्म हीरो के एक गीत के बोल थे &quot;तू मेरा जानू है, तू मेरा दिलबर है&quot;। दीन दुनिया और हिंदी अंग्रेज़ी की समझ से जूझते इस बाल मन में ये शब्द जानू अटक सा गया। &amp;nbsp;तब तक मिस्टर इंडिया आयी नहीं थी लेकिन इतना तो समझ में आ ही गया था कि स्कूल में मोग़ैम्बो नुमा शर्मा सर इस सवाल से कोई बहुत ख़ुश नहीं होंगे कि &quot;सर &amp;nbsp;ये जानू क्या होता है ?&quot;

फिर एक और फ़िल्म आयी जिसका नाम ही था जानू। </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/2119863911896532450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/2119863911896532450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/2119863911896532450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/2119863911896532450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2017/07/blog-post.html' title='हम तो बाबू लोग हैं'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-1634728091944549497</id><published>2016-01-22T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-24T04:17:44.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>कोट के अंदर की जेब</title><summary type="text">&quot;जैसे जैसे उसके पाँव कमरे की ओर बढ़ रहे थे, उसके दिल की धड़कने धकनी की तरह तेज़ होती जा रही थीं। रात के २ बजे उसने पूरा घर छान मारा था लेकिन उसकी बीवी कहीं नहीं थी । दरवाज़े पर पहुँच कर उसके क़दम ख़ुद ब ख़ुद ही रुक गए। दिसम्बर की सर्दी में भी उसका माथा पसीने पसीने हो रहा था । इस समय उसकी हालत उस आदमी की तरह थी जिसके पास पेट भरने को सिर्फ़ एक १० रूपए का नोट बचा था और वो भी कहीं खो गया था। और अब </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/1634728091944549497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/1634728091944549497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1634728091944549497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1634728091944549497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2016/01/blog-post.html' title='कोट के अंदर की जेब'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-5348194564189329575</id><published>2015-06-17T08:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-08T06:00:13.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for food</title><summary type="text">



&quot;The trouble with writing is we all do a little of it from time to time.And some of us start to think, delusionally,maybe with a little time, little peace, a little money in the bank, and you get that room of your own you think &#39;Well shit ! I might be a writer too !&#39;
We Accept genius in sports as something we cannot do......
....because What you have to be before you try to be (say) an (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/5348194564189329575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/5348194564189329575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/5348194564189329575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/5348194564189329575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2015/06/thought-for-food.html' title='Thought for food'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_cUt6_c8OkLWW1SQtcPKQdUmdAlNbug9Qm0BqA66hEMXWj7d9LYIQRFBw8zn7sPVCcRQGOjLDKi8_dTjY-CITmrgegCwF1nt1e-NL6ErJcu_-fVoIXzvuhvyUbI4QhbsbrkIVR5rz_A/s72-c/DSC07965.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-4874364998321787281</id><published>2015-05-02T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-05-02T03:24:37.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pakora Passion</title><summary type="text">
Its a mesmerising sight by itself when Sushil chops onions at lightening speed while simultaneously taking orders for Mangodas. He would be doing that one minute and then dexterously start frying mangodas in the next minute, surrounded by a crowd of people. All of them, with their eager eyes and their salivating mouths hoping and praying they would get a stake in the next batch of mangodas. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/4874364998321787281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/4874364998321787281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/4874364998321787281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/4874364998321787281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2015/05/pakora-passion.html' title='Pakora Passion'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-870113442498308378</id><published>2015-03-07T12:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2015-03-08T00:49:35.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What&amp;#39;s on my mind ?</title><summary type="text">
Fb: what&#39;s on your mind ....

Me : face book, we need to talk.

Fb: Look, your friend just said something about the stupid ban on a great documentary in India. Do you want to say something about that ?

Me: err No ... Listen, its ...

Fb: would you like to tell him you agree? Just say &#39;like&#39; and he&#39;ll understand.

Me : no, i haven&#39;t seen it, the documentary I mean.

Fb: why would that be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/870113442498308378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/870113442498308378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/870113442498308378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/870113442498308378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2015/03/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&amp;#39;s on my mind ?'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-5983852555510521659</id><published>2014-10-21T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-21T12:42:30.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>दीवाली के इंतज़ार की यादें</title><summary type="text">







बचपन में दीवाली पर लिखे निबंध एक सीमित रूप रेखा के
साथ होते थे - कार्तिक माह की अमावस्या,&amp;nbsp;भगवान राम की अयोध्या वापसी,&amp;nbsp;नए कपड़े,&amp;nbsp;मिठाइयां इत्यादि
के आस पास बुना हुआ. अब सोचो तो ऐसा लगता है वो निबंध अपने आप में खुद दीवाली की
एक रीत सी बन गया था,&amp;nbsp;दीवाली के इंतज़ार की उन निशानीयों की तरह जो दीवाली से हफ़्तों पहले उसके आगमन का अहसास करवा देती थी. तब
या तो मौका या दस्तूर ऐसा</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/5983852555510521659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/5983852555510521659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/5983852555510521659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/5983852555510521659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2014/10/blog-post.html' title='दीवाली के इंतज़ार की यादें'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiDmZuAmVvZkH-tsNoZjx2kA1x2Ot6T2L1ieQKJ8zIvjvdmiA7DelKRa6D3wxM6WQejmrvhlFLzephABrJaWgtdl0sag50RZdtOY_-I8Avuu5Oc1XI1e7QqiOI5ty6yCJI76uWQGk2Pw/s72-w739-h495-c-no/" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-3620348101236298246</id><published>2013-10-12T06:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-12T17:43:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>हलवा और मैं</title><summary type="text">

हलवे से मेरा परिचय नाना जी के दिये 2 रुपये के बहाने हुआ. माखन लाल टीका राम हलवाई की दुकान ज्यों ज्यों पास आती थी, हलवे के कणों &amp;nbsp;से लिपटी किशमिश की कल्पना से ही मन और मूँह लबालब होता जाता था। कुछ ही देर में&amp;nbsp;अपने&amp;nbsp;प्यारे सिक्कों को माखन लाल के लाल(बेटे)&amp;nbsp;के हवाले कर,&amp;nbsp;पंजों&amp;nbsp;के बल खड़े होकर काउंटर के उस पार झाँकते हुए पूरी श्रद्धा से ये प्रार्थना होती थी&amp;nbsp;कि&amp;nbsp;हे </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/3620348101236298246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/3620348101236298246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/3620348101236298246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/3620348101236298246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2013/10/blog-post.html' title='हलवा और मैं'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-1140854166933611297</id><published>2013-04-27T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-27T02:34:47.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection Established!</title><summary type="text">




We sat there, listening to the sound of your heart beat for almost 15 minutes. Amplified through the machine, reverberating in the silence of the room. There was some song &amp;nbsp;playing on the radio yet &amp;nbsp;the room felt silent. All I could hear was your heartbeat, through your mom&#39;s tummy, picked up by the machine.&amp;nbsp;
The nurse came and said something to your mom. I heard her but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/1140854166933611297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/1140854166933611297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1140854166933611297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1140854166933611297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2013/04/connection-established.html' title='Connection Established!'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-1319647575299348151</id><published>2012-06-03T05:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-03T09:03:19.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatso - Mini Review</title><summary type="text">No wonder if you haven&#39;t heard of this movie. Its a small budget movie with relatively lesser known cast and took a long time to be released at only a few screens. That&#39;s also the reason why DVD is out so close to the movie release.
That&#39;s part of the reason I think it deserves a review online. People need to know Bollywood is not just song and dance, although thats what still makes the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/1319647575299348151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/1319647575299348151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1319647575299348151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1319647575299348151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2012/06/fatso-mini-review.html' title='Fatso - Mini Review'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-1656520460106051810</id><published>2012-02-01T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T04:13:24.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agneepath(2012) is less than Agneepath(1990)</title><summary type="text">First things first - the new Agneepath is a good watch in itself in the line of movies like Dabangg, Singham etc. The visuals are great, Rishi Kapoor delivers a great performance. Personally, I didn&#39;t find Sanjay Dutt&#39;s character menacing enough but that&#39;s a subjective take. Hrithik successfully conveys the personality of a down to earth man with vendetta as the agenda of his life. He sings and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/1656520460106051810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/1656520460106051810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1656520460106051810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1656520460106051810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2012/02/agneepath2012-agneepath1990.html' title='Agneepath(2012) is less than Agneepath(1990)'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-5232467907429235274</id><published>2011-10-11T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T07:57:09.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slammed Door Speaking</title><summary type="text">
Hey,
 angry young man. Remember me ? I am the door you just slammed. Do you 
realise how much you owe me ? Of course you don&#39;t. Let me list some of 
my favours. There are cracks on my body and glass for each time you&#39;ve 
crashed me against my frame. Count them and you&#39;ll realise how many 
times I&#39;ve protected your ears by cutting off the voice you didn&#39;t want 
to hear. There are holes in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/5232467907429235274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/5232467907429235274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/5232467907429235274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/5232467907429235274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2011/10/slammed-door-speaking.html' title='Slammed Door Speaking'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-78698073454420423</id><published>2011-09-14T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:48:22.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you might not have noticed in ZNMD</title><summary type="text">
People
 around me think &quot;living in the moment&quot; was the whole point of Zindagi 
na milegi dobara. I think that&#39;s just one of the obvious points in the 
movie for all to see and hear. Using stunning looking Katrina as an 
example to personify this message would have made sure that no man and 
few women would have missed this message. I
 believe the movie deserves more attention than that. If you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/78698073454420423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/78698073454420423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/78698073454420423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/78698073454420423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-yo-might-not-have-noticed-in-znmd.html' title='What you might not have noticed in ZNMD'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-8703753739559812205</id><published>2011-08-18T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T15:16:51.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How PM is fighting for Democracy and you aren&amp;#39;t</title><summary type="text">Phase 1 Anna - i am against corruption. I want a law against itPM - we have been trying to pass that law for last 3-4 decades. I am respected as an honest person and politician by congress and other parties alike. My coalition government is the biggest thing affected by corruption but I love corruption that&#39;s why I would not support you for this new law.Result - likely end of democracy. That&#39;s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/8703753739559812205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/8703753739559812205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/8703753739559812205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/8703753739559812205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-pm-is-fighting-for-democracy-and.html' title='How PM is fighting for Democracy and you aren&amp;#39;t'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-1351647611523990331</id><published>2010-03-17T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:54:49.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is: Ab-initio to ad-infinitum, black to white</title><summary type="text">I did change after I met you,any of you, just as you would have. We might not have realised how the change came about, it might not have been a big change but change we did. What I saw, heard and felt must have registered somewhere to affect some thoughts. Thoughts which might have been lost in millions others or triggered a few more of them. But they were part of me for what it was worth and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/1351647611523990331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/1351647611523990331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1351647611523990331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1351647611523990331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-ab-initio-to-ad-infinitum-black.html' title='Life is: Ab-initio to ad-infinitum, black to white'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-3916334343151377990</id><published>2009-01-27T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:43:49.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Indian&quot; Slum (beep) Millionaire ???</title><summary type="text">Have you heard about the monkeys claiming glory for the Oscar nominated documentary filmed in their forest ? You haven&#39;t ? Well, neither have I. I guess it just proves that monkeys are more intelligent than people like Shubhra Gupta of Indian Express. I am including the link for completeness sake but I would rather you don&#39;t read it. I read it just because Amitabh Bachchan included it on his Blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/3916334343151377990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/3916334343151377990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/3916334343151377990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/3916334343151377990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2009/01/indian-slum-beep-millionaire.html' title='&quot;Indian&quot; Slum (beep) Millionaire ???'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-1759158651629953941</id><published>2009-01-12T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:16:31.872-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honesty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Satyam scam"/><title type='text'>Satyam is the honest truth</title><summary type="text">&quot;It happens everywhere.... not just India, It happens everywhere......it happens everywhere......it happens everywhere......it happens everywhere....&quot; For some reason his chanting was more uncomfortable than the fact he was implying towards. Also, he seemed to be repeating it more to convince himself rather than counter my statement. For one, I had never made a statement to the contrary. I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/1759158651629953941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/1759158651629953941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1759158651629953941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/1759158651629953941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2009/01/satyam-is-honest-truth.html' title='Satyam is the honest truth'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-6821230338240226993</id><published>2008-08-01T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:51:04.487-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confidence bluff"/><title type='text'>Life is : a game of bluff</title><summary type="text">Further to Whats new in JT... YJNAnother character in Kismat Konnection, Shahid Kapur (remember Kareena Kapoor&#39;s ex girlfriend ? No ? Even I didn&#39;t remember her/him) thinks he is unlucky in everything he does. As it turns out, he was an all rounder of sorts in his academic life and thus had great expectations from himself. Since he fails to measure up to those in practical life, he thinks he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/6821230338240226993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/6821230338240226993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/6821230338240226993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/6821230338240226993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-game-of-bluff.html' title='Life is : a game of bluff'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-546248215937268618</id><published>2008-07-24T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:23:02.011-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jaane tu ya jaane na"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kismat konnection"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self deception"/><title type='text'>Whats new in JT... YJN</title><summary type="text">I do not recall any other Hindi movie which tackles positive illusions as a choice of life, the way its portrayed in Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na. Its worth noticing because I think its a very pervasive aspect of every one&#39;s life but very rarely brought out in the open, except in extreme cases.If you have already seen the movie, I am talking about the character of Meghna, Imraan&#39;s temporary girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/546248215937268618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/546248215937268618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/546248215937268618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/546248215937268618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-new-in-jt-yjn.html' title='Whats new in JT... YJN'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842978697115811565.post-251952712151121935</id><published>2007-08-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:18.483-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anguish"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="separation"/><title type='text'>Ranzish hi sahi ....</title><summary type="text">I know he&#39;ll go. I know it for a fact since he came. In fact that&#39;s what delayed his entry into my life this time: I couldn&#39;t make up my mind if I would be able to take it again.In time, I agreed, we all agreed - for it had to be a collective decision. We were all signing up for the anguish which can only be delayed or its intensity controlled but never avoided.My mother was the last one to give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/feeds/251952712151121935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3842978697115811565/251952712151121935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/251952712151121935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842978697115811565/posts/default/251952712151121935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranjanx.blogspot.com/2007/08/ranzish-hi-sahi.html' title='Ranzish hi sahi ....'/><author><name>Ranjanx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634173562234395844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA7Uj69yXDVhn6iEktzMFDT9fMEeFJPEddLNTNQOPIvAT_IJbtVP9KjZt2RSz_ynBPOepCYPhqKKrkyEa1t3NycQ7Y5JsFUeOZFbaLUzbQN4CSDYX_pbdzreY9GPvXvQ0dvOI10HCtP4/s72-c/ed.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>