<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Sep 2024 01:15:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>My music</category><title>Tanu Mutreja : Blogs...</title><description></description><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-541998627050763914</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2021 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-06-16T11:28:14.965-07:00</atom:updated><title> सँजोऊ क्या </title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;सँजोऊ क्या बचपन से सीखा संजोना है, कुछ...&amp;nbsp;कभी कपडे, कभी खिलोने, कभी पैसे और &amp;nbsp; कभी चीजें जो नहीं थीं घर में.&amp;nbsp;नहीं सोचा था तो ये कि सँजोऊ&amp;nbsp;वो आवाजे वो चेहरे जिनमे चमक थी&amp;nbsp;जो जवां थी, बे मकसद थीं&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;बस थीं... असली &amp;nbsp;जिनमे प्यार और&amp;nbsp; दर्द का था एक शुद्ध एहसास&amp;nbsp;नहीं था तो बस कोई  मतलब, नीति या  स्वार्थ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;वो तुजुर्बे और भावों के दरिये, जो बने थे</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2021/06/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-1230117795212713420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2021 09:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-02-12T01:21:08.322-08:00</atom:updated><title>Today&#39;s creation</title><atom:summary type="text">खिलाफ तो जमाना है.जीते तो हम मुट्ठी भर के लिए हैं !-तनु मुटरेजा&amp;nbsp;२/१२ /२०२१&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2021/02/todays-creation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-5772094974352859437</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2018 06:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-03-11T23:56:42.903-07:00</atom:updated><title>When the anecdotes and the data disagree, the anecdotes are always right</title><atom:summary type="text">
“When the anecdotes and the data disagree, the anecdotes are always right”

Love the art of articulation by JeffB.&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2018/03/when-anecdotes-and-data-disagree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-4274936599889669937</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2018 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-07-31T00:41:43.734-07:00</atom:updated><title>If you want to be valued for your skills, be a plumber</title><atom:summary type="text">
If you want to be valued for your skills, be a plumber!

A female coworker thought she was talented, and deserved a better role. Few years ago, she brought this story in a mentoring session seeking advice on how she could ask for a different, and potentially better role. It was then, I heard one of the male mentors say this.

I was puzzled and disturbed with his advice. I reached out to him </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2018/01/if-you-want-to-be-valued-for-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-66566553370534537</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2016 06:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-17T22:16:44.027-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2016/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-1612025274684151754</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2013 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-11T15:57:22.517-08:00</atom:updated><title>What a bogus article to mislead Indian women</title><atom:summary type="text">
Yesterday someone forwarded me this article from Chetan Bhagat 
http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-07-29/all-that-matters/32923106_1_indian-men-new-woman-life-partners.

I felt&amp;nbsp;so disappointed in this author (who I admired at some point) that&amp;nbsp;I logged-in to my blog today. 

I&#39;m amazed&amp;nbsp;how people&amp;nbsp;watch same movie (same stars, same acting, same story, same </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2013/01/what-bogus-article-to-mislead-indian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-1774652313209119089</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-21T22:44:44.355-07:00</atom:updated><title>Intresting stuff, posted by someone at LinkedIn</title><atom:summary type="text">EARNINGS: Never depend on a single income. Make investments to create a second source.

SPENDINGS: If you buy things that you don&#39;t need, soon you will have to sell things that you need.

SAVINGS: Don&#39;t save what is left after spendings but spend what is left after savings. 

 :-) :-)</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2011/03/intresting-stuff-posted-by-someone-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-5599957733491779797</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-31T21:19:00.956-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My music</category><title>You belong to me???</title><atom:summary type="text">

Every breath you take and every move you make 
Every bond you break 
Every step you take, I&#39;ll be watching you 
Every single day and every word you say 
Every game you play 
Every night you stay, I&#39;ll be watching you 
Oh can&#39;t you see you belong to me? 
How my poor heart aches with every step you take 
Every move you make and every vow you break 
Every smile you fake 
Every claim you stake, </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-belong-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-4183087970006585801</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-18T16:13:46.863-07:00</atom:updated><title>All Time Favorites Continues...</title><atom:summary type="text">Things Will Never Be The Same Again
by Melanie C



I thought that we would just be friends 
Things will never be the same again 
It&#39;s just the beginning it&#39;s not the end 
Things will never be the same again 
It&#39;s not a secret anymore 
Now we&#39;ve opened up the door 
Starting tonight and from now on 
We&#39;ll never, never be the same again 
Never be the same again</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2010/04/atf-continues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-3595551766954126599</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-18T15:44:25.689-07:00</atom:updated><title>All time favourites series continues...</title><atom:summary type="text">Take me away a secret place!
Pocketful of Sushine by Natasha Bedingfield



I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine
I&#39;ve got a love and I know that it&#39;s all mine
oh.oh,oh
Do what you want, but you&#39;re never gonna break me,
sticks and stones are never gonna shake me
oh,oh,oh
Take me away... A secret place... A sweet escape... Take me away...
Take me away to better days... Take me away...&amp;nbsp</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-time-favourites-series-continues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-6936971805498161615</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T12:30:29.483-08:00</atom:updated><title>This love is difficult, but it’s real.</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Love Story&quot; from Fearless by Taylor Swift - song of the day



Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I&#39;ll be waiting all there is left to do is run
You will be prince &amp;amp; I&#39;ll be princess
It&#39;s love story baby
just say... yes...

My song of the day...</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-love-is-difficult-but-its-real.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-114940119890051352</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-15T13:02:00.035-08:00</atom:updated><title>Somewhere over the rainbow... Blue birds fly!</title><atom:summary type="text">Some where over the rainbow - by Israel Kamakawiwo&#39;ole




Another favourite for the day...</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2010/02/somewhere-over-rainbow-blue-birds-fly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-1163462834868092842</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 18:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T10:41:10.511-08:00</atom:updated><title>Life is not tried, if you are standing outside the fire...</title><atom:summary type="text">Standing outside the fire by Garth Brooks


We call them cool 
Those hearts that have no scars to show 
The ones that never do let go 
And risk the tables being turned 

We call them fools 
Who have to dance within the flame 
Who chance the sorrow and the shame 
That always comes with getting burned 

But you&#39;ve got to be tough when consumed by desire 
&#39;Cause it&#39;s not enough just to stand outside</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-not-tried-if-you-are-standing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-6799098440569558737</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T13:12:56.941-08:00</atom:updated><title>Men are from Mars and Women are from *$#@:%$#@</title><atom:summary type="text">whoever says Venus, should be the God of behavioral science. To me the planet where women are from, is yet to be discovered and the signs &amp; symptoms are yet to be understood. To me woman is the universal magic which is everywhere and yet more complex than complex numbers, more abstract than abstract algebra and more cryptic than any cryptographic algo. Every time someone asks what’s the latest </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2010/01/men-are-from-mars-and-women-are-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-171561375253091694</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T16:07:21.827-08:00</atom:updated><title>Amir proves again why he isn&#39;t worth the &quot;King Khan&quot; title</title><atom:summary type="text">As much as liked the movie called 3 idiots, once again I didn&#39;t like Amir Khan&#39;s behaviour. Vidhu Vinod Chopra is no public celebrity so it was no surprise to see him behaving badly at the media person but Amir is expected to maintain his dignity as a celebrity, as an actor and as a perfectionist instead of saving VVC.I believe anyone who has read Chetan Bhagat&#39;s FPS, will accept that 3 idiots is</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2010/01/amir-proves-again-why-he-isnt-worth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-7381354512793406202</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T22:26:31.026-08:00</atom:updated><title>Love</title><atom:summary type="text">LOVE - heard it, loved it, sung it, danced it, used it, misused it, refused it, ruined it, &amp;amp; what not but only at extreme rare occasions I *realized* it.Last month while travelling to phx we had an elderly American couple sitting right behind us. Both seemed to be in 80+, quite likely in 90s too. The lady seemed little bit more in need of help physically but both couldn&#39;t sit without </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-7052636219781273652</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T21:47:19.577-08:00</atom:updated><title>2009 - another year passes by</title><atom:summary type="text">2009 for me isn&#39;t just another year passes by. It&#39;s an year that left some deep marks. It touched my intellect more than ever. I still do not know how to describe this feeling but only after losing *so* much I realized what all I  possessed for years without knowing and only after touching the height of sorrow I was filled with supreme empathy. Is this is the only way we learn lessons of life? </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-another-year-passes-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-6129114257760680644</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T23:03:49.881-07:00</atom:updated><title>अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!</title><atom:summary type="text">अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!वृक्ष हों भले खड़े,हो घने, हो बड़े,एक पत्र-छॉंह भी मॉंग मत, मॉंग मत, मॉंग मत!अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!तू न थकेगा कभी!तू न थमेगा कभी!तू न मुड़ेगा कभी!-कर शपथ! कर शपथ! कर शपथ!ये महान दृश्य है, चल रहा मनुष्य है,अश्रु, श्वेद, रक्त सेलथ पथ, लथ पथ, लथ पथ अगनीपथ! अगनीपथ! अगनीपथ!--हरिवंश राय बच्चन </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-3382549264855105885</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 06:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-01T16:48:06.158-08:00</atom:updated><title>Found after long</title><atom:summary type="text">Teri Hai Zameen Tera Aasman - from The Burning Train(1980), a hindi movie.</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2008/04/found-after-long.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-2186186891942644981</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T23:14:51.908-07:00</atom:updated><title>There&#39;s no indispensable man.</title><atom:summary type="text">There Is No Indispensable Man&quot;Saxon N. White Kessinger ©1959&quot;Nice forward from a collegue...</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-no-indispensable-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-8266567814373741762</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-31T06:25:26.517-08:00</atom:updated><title>2006: An Year of Surprizes!</title><atom:summary type="text">2006, an year for which first word that comes to me today is &quot;Surprise&quot;. The best thing I realize atm is I was no vulnerable to any, may it be a pleasant and an un-pleasant one. I could keep my cool :-) (I know my near ones won&#39;t believe it but that&#39;s what it is :-))* First and foremost, the way Americans &quot;live&quot; was a pleasant surprise. Live for today, live for yourself and live it all.* How much</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-year-of-surprizes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-1501480933262216473</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Nov 2006 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-11T05:14:34.925-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have them and not deserve them.&quot; -Mark Twain</atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-better-to-deserve-honors-and-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-3584441047709389254</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Oct 2006 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-20T04:50:17.494-07:00</atom:updated><title>Another Nice Read...</title><atom:summary type="text">ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. THREE. Don&#39;t believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. FOUR. When you say, &quot;I love you,&quot; mean it. FIVE. When you say, &quot;I&#39;m sorry,&quot; look the person in the eye. SIX. Be engaged at least six </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-nice-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-116045466657443962</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-18T12:51:47.543-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bahama Style IT Support Center</title><atom:summary type="text">Someone forwarded this picture to me which he took while in Bahamas. Really cool to see how much MSFT has become part of the common living. One thing I like about this company, at least till BillG is at MSFT, there is something which revives your passion every day. It demands so much from you but end of the day you are surpsrised to know how many different dimensions your learning has evolved </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2006/10/bahama-style-it-support-center.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7451484.post-115688096048899935</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-18T12:51:47.475-07:00</atom:updated><title>Why it so happens...</title><atom:summary type="text">Desert heart with sand of emotions,Dries hard through out the dayAny bit adds to heatAnd then a breeze revives the hopesSome of the sand is carried along...Thinking air a loyal palTo carry it along till it canHopes grow enjoying the glowHeart is cool till there is a flow.But things change, directions changeSomewhere air changes it&#39;s flowSlows down, and dumps it awayNot to look back ever...Hope </atom:summary><link>http://tanumutreja.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-it-so-happens.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>