<?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-5520162669362102120</id><updated>2024-08-29T02:20:33.499+05:30</updated><category term="2012"/><category term="Camera"/><category term="Photography"/><category term="apocalypse"/><category term="beginning"/><category term="peace"/><category term="unhate"/><title type='text'>The Microphone</title><subtitle type='html'>* The sound of my thoughts, views and ideas *</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-4935002380943469438</id><published>2011-12-25T22:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:13:05.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hostel vs Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Home : Good food, Comfort, Soft beds, TV, Awesome Internet, Two wheeler, Family&lt;br /&gt;
Hostel : Freedom to do whatever the hell it is you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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You choose which you would prefer :|&lt;br /&gt;
Comments are welcome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/4935002380943469438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/12/hostel-vs-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/4935002380943469438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/4935002380943469438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/12/hostel-vs-home.html' title='Hostel vs Home'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-2628266291484672654</id><published>2011-12-14T23:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:18:32.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweet Wifi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
How I have missed you. Back in Goa, I was tied by the chains of my LAN wire. I was like a dog, tied to a 1m cable. And any more mobility meant disconnecting from the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;
But now that I am home, I have you once again. All this freedom and independence. Sit anywhere, and I know you are present. You provide me with super fast, uninterrupted broadband internet.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh how I have missed you, sweet wifi.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/2628266291484672654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-sweet-wifi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/2628266291484672654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/2628266291484672654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-sweet-wifi.html' title='Oh Sweet Wifi'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-3070460240316636892</id><published>2011-12-01T21:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:58:48.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Harshal&#39;s world: Seductress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://hcdimensions.blogspot.com/2011/12/seductress.html?spref=bl&quot;&gt;Harshal&amp;#39;s world: Seductress&lt;/a&gt;: Manga character I drew on MS Paint... for timepass..  Since I get this question far too many times, yes its drawn with Mouse.. Dell Lase...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/3070460240316636892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/12/harshals-world-seductress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/3070460240316636892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/3070460240316636892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/12/harshals-world-seductress.html' title='Harshal&#39;s world: Seductress'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-5723345877745625113</id><published>2011-11-25T20:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:58:01.343+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apocalypse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unhate"/><title type='text'>iPrimitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Just a thought - what would happen if this whole 2012 thing was true ? What if really the world was going to self destruct in December and everything seized to exist ? Here is how I think things should be&amp;nbsp; -&lt;br /&gt;
I hope that planet earth does not stop existing altogether, but only &quot;factory reset&quot; itself.&lt;br /&gt;
Which means, everything would go back to square one. Everything back to primitive. No countries, no buildings, no armies, no governments, no schools, no currency. Although I do hope a few things are &quot;recovered&quot; or &quot;retained&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
A few of those things should be the human feeling of affection and love, the basic skill to communicate with fellow human beings and of course, the basic knowledge of food and shelter.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would like to imagine such a place.. where there are no human worries, no commitments to your business, and everything is primitive and peaceful again. Just a thought though. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/5723345877745625113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/11/iprimitive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/5723345877745625113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/5723345877745625113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/11/iprimitive.html' title='iPrimitive'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-6839037749338179368</id><published>2011-11-24T01:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:28:04.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What I Just Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I clicked on new post, without knowing why I am doing it.&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I realized I have nothing to talk about but I still need to keep my blog updated somehow.&lt;br /&gt;
So I just write what I just did and place a period right here.&lt;br /&gt;
So to sum up, I wasted 1 min of your and my time.&lt;br /&gt;
Good Night. &lt;br /&gt;
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Since the past one MONTH or so, I have totally reversed my sleep cycle. As is the case with most of my friends in college. I dont know the reason for this. But, it has resulted in me bunking all my classes, not eating breakfast since a very long time, and of course, inducing more sleep during the day.&lt;br /&gt;
I have not done physical activity as well for this past one month. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
A normal day goes like this for me now -&amp;gt; Get up between 11 am to 2 pm at anytime. Get ready quickly and have lunch, the first meal of the day. Then either waste time on TV series, or sleep more. This goes on till about 5pm. Now is the time to socialize, waste time as a group. Go eat snacks at mess, hang out in mongi or someone`s room. At around 8.30pm, I have dinner and after this starts the weird insomnia phase.&lt;br /&gt;
I sit down and start watching TV series from DC, or maybe start watching a movie. By the time I am done with these activites, its 2.30 or 3 am into the night. Now, I think to myself, I have stayed up enough to ensure that i bunk all my classes for the next day, so might as well watch another movie, or see another TV series, or read another book.&lt;br /&gt;
And you know the rest. &lt;br /&gt;
Oh and BTW, I just got up and this is the first thing im doing. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/1457366441718095896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/1457366441718095896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/1457366441718095896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-1757361317690892035</id><published>2011-07-29T13:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:31:05.449+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In a perfect world, In a perfect life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;1. I would have a habit of reading at least three books a week&lt;br /&gt;
2. I will not make mistakes in spellings. All my i`s will come before an e except when after c with all exceptions taken care of&lt;br /&gt;
3. I will not forget the lyrics of a song&lt;br /&gt;
4. My accent will be perfect when singing english songs.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Toes will not randomly bang to wall corners.&lt;br /&gt;
6. On every traffic signal, I will be the one who is at the front-most line&lt;br /&gt;
7. Who ever you would want to chat with will always be available.&lt;br /&gt;
8. My blog would be very popular on the world wide web and will have traffic from all over.&lt;br /&gt;
9. I would be able to have a conversation with friends on politics, tennis and cricket without feeling left out&lt;br /&gt;
10. My english would be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;
11. I would appreciate all the P.G Wodehouse books that I read.&lt;br /&gt;
12. I would be able appreciate and enjoy the movies &quot;The Good, Bad and ugly&quot;, &quot;Dr. Strangelove&quot; and &quot; Big Lebowsky&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
13. I would not stop for two seconds and wonder if the spelling of Lebowsky is correct or&amp;nbsp; wrong. ( Refer to 2)&lt;br /&gt;
14. I would be able to go beyond Hi! when talking to girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/1757361317690892035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-perfect-world-in-perfect-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/1757361317690892035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/1757361317690892035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-perfect-world-in-perfect-life.html' title='In a perfect world, In a perfect life'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-4455474265638403021</id><published>2011-07-19T13:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:31:09.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The fallen beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFWjQRVfXF8/TiU5dKPOPUI/AAAAAAAAALw/5L64lls3Uak/s1600/DSC02686.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFWjQRVfXF8/TiU5dKPOPUI/AAAAAAAAALw/5L64lls3Uak/s400/DSC02686.JPG&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/4455474265638403021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/07/fallen-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/4455474265638403021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/4455474265638403021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/07/fallen-beauty.html' title='The fallen beauty'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFWjQRVfXF8/TiU5dKPOPUI/AAAAAAAAALw/5L64lls3Uak/s72-c/DSC02686.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-3052284202537838184</id><published>2011-05-08T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:32:10.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I left my sorrows on the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Yes.. I dont have them with me anymore. I think I did leave them back at the beach. But i dont remember how I managed to do that. They had become such an integral part of my life.. and now, all of a sudden, they have left me. Alone, lonely. Without them, it does feel nice though. Its like the devil inside you has just left. Peace, quite.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sea is to blame though. For stealing my sorrows from me. I dont know let me try to remember what exactly happened. Ok.. there I was sitting on the beach, the waves slowly coming, kissing my feet and then going back. It was almost like that thing some small children do sometimes. Where they come, touch something, and suddenly feel shy and run away. I think at some point of time, the sea was speaking to me. No it was some weird language. Mostly were sound of the sea lashes. But then, somehow they made sense to me. It was like it was asking me about my day, it, in turn, was telling me about how its day had been. I think the conversation went on to such an extent that we started sharing our sorrows. First it told me about its sorrows.. oh the sea has some problems in life man.. but leaving that aside, suddenly it gave me an idea. The sea told me to give all my sorrows to it. I was amazed, I mean you cant just give your sorrows to the sea can you?&lt;br /&gt;
To my surprise, the waves were now coming more inside, as if trying to persuade me to do it. I said &quot;OK, if you say so.. so what do i do?&quot;. The sea said &quot; Nothing...&amp;nbsp; just close your eyes, take a deep breath, think of the negative things you want to get rid of.. and just exale...&quot;. I did it.. inhale, worse things... exale.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know what.. that was it.. That was how I lost all my sorrows. Funny enough, after I gave it to the sea, even the sea seemed happy and content. As if it had successfully done its job. It was meant to do that. Take sorrow from peoples life, and drown it in its vastness. I guess its fair enough. Seriously though, if any one of you is having troubles, or is down, consult the sea.. its really a pro at this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/3052284202537838184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-left-my-sorrows-on-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/3052284202537838184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/3052284202537838184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-left-my-sorrows-on-beach.html' title='I left my sorrows on the beach'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fekdfd3J4Bo/TcY_pNJol6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/zO4mZTxUb1Q/s72-c/DSC01698.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-1756954149070540225</id><published>2011-04-21T17:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:57:47.215+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 Minute Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I dont know how many of you people have this habit, but I do for sure. And its really bad. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;
I am sitting in my room thinking.. God , I need to start studying this instant or else I will be like a tomato in the exam hall..After a lot of thinking and trying to motivate myself, I settle down with my books. Suddenly, I get this good feeling. Like I have already achieved something. I think to myself, &quot; Yes, thats it. Now Il finish two chapters in two hours.. and then Il be done with the syllabus. After dinner, I will solve many many questions and become god in the subject... yo \m/&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I start to execute the awesome plan. I start off by marking the syllabus, take a pencil in hand.. and start reading. Initially, the concentration is very high. I understand each and every word that I read. Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;
After about a paragraph is over, the good feeling I was talking about is at its maximum. &quot; Wow, I am doing this. Wonderful.. this is awesome&quot; I flip the pages to see that there are only a few more sections ( which, even if they are big, appear as a child`s play) for the chapter to get over. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just about hear, I decide to celebrate. Yes.. celebrate. Funny I know, celebrating 3 minutes of silent and focused reading. And thats the end of it. The celebration lasts for about an hour, then its dinner time. And after dinner, since I have not read any theory, there is no point of solving questions... and who wants to read theory after dinner? So the laptop comes on, the next episode of friends in 720p comes on and thats the end of the day for me.. Sad. BTW, this post is being written after I have finished reading for 3 minutes in the library.. :P &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/1756954149070540225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-minute-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/1756954149070540225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/1756954149070540225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-minute-celebrations.html' title='3 Minute Celebrations'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-657930889949637916</id><published>2011-04-20T22:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:03:37.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Want Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;This post will be dealing with a problem I have identified with myself. So there are high chances that some of you might get bored of it. Such people can leave the page.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here is the problem- I want everything. Yeah.. really. I see a friend with an awesome mp3 player, I want to buy it. I see my friends new camera, I want it. New guitar, I want it.. new speakers, I want them... In the process, I stop appreciating what I already have. In simple words, which I dint write initially itlself because then the blog post would become very short.. and I dont want that :P, is that- Im not happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I think its just about time to change that. So from now on, I love my camera, I love the speakers I have, I love my guitar, I love my marks, I love my CG, and I am happy with it. I will not buy stuff mindlessly unless I really need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankyou for having patience and reading the whole post.. You may now leave the page. &lt;br /&gt;
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And I am in a desperate need of change. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the thing. Once you have settled into a particular routine in your life, its like you have reached a stable equilibrium.. whatever you are doing in that state, you will continue doing it unless someone comes and presses the refresh button. In my current stable state, I am NOT studying at all when final exams are round the corner, I am NOT attending classes when I know there are surprise tests being taken especially this time of the year. I am sleeping for 10 hours MINIMUM... Well I dont mind the sleeping part; that is fun :P.&lt;br /&gt;
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So yeah, I am in desparate need of change. And I am going to need it immediately. Im going to try a few things and see if they work out.. For the time being, I have tried changing the position of my laptop.. No effect till now. Il try changing my iTunes playlist, or maybe the orientation of my bed, a haircut ( BTW, a haircut from the campus barber can leave you devastated instead of motivated.. so dont want to take that risk in this sem). Maybe il try to have a can of coke and see if it works ( It generally does).But whatever it is that is going to make a difference, better happen fast....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQqp2HvKtRY/Tak5llggihI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9k_4lF0xgVM/s1600/DSC01855.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQqp2HvKtRY/Tak5llggihI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9k_4lF0xgVM/s320/DSC01855.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Waiting for a change..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/2588714802125370531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/04/change-we-all-need-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/2588714802125370531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/2588714802125370531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/04/change-we-all-need-it.html' title='CHANGE : We all need it'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQqp2HvKtRY/Tak5llggihI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9k_4lF0xgVM/s72-c/DSC01855.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-914087960135551057</id><published>2011-04-08T20:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:45:31.175+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Photos In BITS Goa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q_UnzC3Mo/TZ8lSwJfASI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lZvBEqKkkww/s1600/DSC01888.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q_UnzC3Mo/TZ8lSwJfASI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lZvBEqKkkww/s320/DSC01888.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;B-Dome from cricket ground&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/914087960135551057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-photos-in-bits-goa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/914087960135551057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/914087960135551057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-photos-in-bits-goa.html' title='Random Photos In BITS Goa'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q_UnzC3Mo/TZ8lSwJfASI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lZvBEqKkkww/s72-c/DSC01888.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-6984600821066972650</id><published>2011-03-28T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:17:13.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>&quot;iTunes, Awesomize.. &quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I have tried out&amp;nbsp; many media players by now.. And I think iTunes is the one which I like the most. Its got an awesome interface and nice way of organizing your huge song collection. Yes, the library does not auto update upon changes to the music folder. You have to manually update it, but still its good.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now one thing that I have observed is, I am too particular about my collection. You can call it a mild example of OCD.. I feel very irritated when my collection is not perfect. What I mean by that is, If a song is playing in iTunes, I want the album cover, art work to be there. I want the metadata of the song, like the album artist, song artist, song number, disc number, genre, comments,.. all the fields in the get info window of iTunes to be perfectly filled. I also like to have complete collections. For eg, if I like just one or maybe two songs from a particular Kailash Kher album, I wont keep just those two songs, I want to have the whole album, neat and clean with complete metadata, song order, proper song names, proper album covers..&lt;br /&gt;
Somehow, if the collection is not perfect, I feel frustrated and dont feel like listening to the song ( weird)..&lt;br /&gt;
I have taken inspiration from a friend of mine in college who has a neat collection with all the above aspects and am going to clean up my collection in the coming summer vacations. Its going to take time.. but I know the end result is going to be a nice neat and complete... and awesome looking iTunes music library. :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/6984600821066972650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/itunes-awesomize.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/6984600821066972650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/6984600821066972650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/itunes-awesomize.html' title='&quot;iTunes, Awesomize.. &quot;'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-5424278212663094278</id><published>2011-03-26T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:13:32.377+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;There are a few things that I have learnt about myself.. and which are wrong. Thanks to my friends who have pointed them out so that I can improve upon them. But, I cant know how I come across to a person unless he tells me openly what he things is wrong with me!.&lt;br /&gt;
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Based on the above concept, some awesome guy has made an awesome website.. Its called what is wrong with&amp;nbsp; me. :P&lt;br /&gt;
So go ahead guyz.. click the link below and tell me what is wrong with me? Its totally anonymous..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://whatiswrongwith.me/suraj&quot;&gt;http://whatiswrongwith.me/suraj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides, if you also want to know what is wrong with you, then please paste your URL`s as comments down below.. :P &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/5424278212663094278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/5424278212663094278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/5424278212663094278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me??'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-5290606985344309240</id><published>2011-03-24T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:55:00.379+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Team India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Just one line this time-&lt;br /&gt;
Team India, you guys are fucking awesome man. \m/&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/5290606985344309240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/team-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/5290606985344309240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/5290606985344309240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/team-india.html' title='Team India'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-6985448408971332183</id><published>2011-03-22T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:04:21.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Equation Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&quot;Life&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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By now, the moment someone says this word, your mind gets filled up with all sorts of ideas. Most of them of philosophical nature. Whenever I think of the word, I picture myself facing the setting sun, wind blowing into my hair, trying to wonder what my life would be like. Its that typical portrait shot.. like they show in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;
But seriously, its always amusing to just wonder what really is the meaning of our existence. I remember when I was in lower KG, I would ask my father &quot; Why did god make me? &quot;. And he would smile and say &quot; So that you can be a good boy and do good things..&quot;. From lower KG, to class 4th ( after which I stopped asking him :P).. the variable &quot;Good things&quot; would be &quot; To do well in that particular class in school&quot; :P.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think on almost all of my birthdays, I have definitely spend some time wondering about the same thing again and again. &quot; What is life? Is it supposed to be like how mine is right now? Can be any better/ worse?&quot;. After some time, I realized that there is no fixed answer to that question. But after a few years, I improvised on it, and now I think that life is actually the things around you. Its not about what your future will be, or what was past has been. There is no correct way of living life. Its not a universal constant. Its unique to a person. For me, my life is the friends I have, the sleep habit I follow, the playlist I listen to most. It also is the exams in which I do pathetically, or the ones which go good. The food I eat, the problems I face, the places that I like to visit, the websites on my bookmars tab, the laptop whose performance I always try to increase by uninstalling useless stuff, the version of Apex DC I use, the brand of perfumes I like, the &quot;movies&quot; folder on my laptop, my sony mp3 player, the novel on my shelf which I never read, the empty water bottle on my table which I dont want to fill right now because im lazy, the poster on my wall which says &quot; Never Give Up&quot;, the blog on which I try to stay active, my facebook profile page which I have not updated for ages, the game of &quot;Angry Birds&quot;, my awesome creative subwoofer, the Levis jeans which I haven`t washed in this sem ( :P ) .... and such other routine things.&lt;br /&gt;
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If &quot;life&quot; was a differential equation, then I would say, according to me, the constant of integration in the solution is the period of our life when we are born. Because every single one of us is born the same way, naked, it remains constant for each one of us. But the variable part, is unique. So, stop thinking so much about it and go and live your life... i.e all the small routine things that you do daily and you will see the world as a much better place to live in..&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/6985448408971332183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/equation-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/6985448408971332183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/6985448408971332183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/equation-of-life.html' title='The Equation Of Life'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-4224164620464473051</id><published>2011-03-20T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:45:15.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lazy Innovation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;These days, many alarm clocks have this button called &quot; Snooze&quot; button. Amazing technology. Traditionally, alarm clocks were meant to help you wake up and be on time for that important Tut, or a meeting, or a lecture... until they introduced Snooze. Now, the moment the alarm clock rings, the first thing that I do is press the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;
At first, its very nice to know that ok.. at least you have begun the process of getting up. So why not just rest for 5 more minutes.. then its wake up time. Then again you press snooze.. thinking, No, just 5 more minutes and I would have completed the perfect sleep. Then, the morning is going to be as fresh as ever!!.. The next few snoozes do not trigger any thought process.. you just involuntarily press it. You dont realize it.&lt;br /&gt;
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After some time, it becomes an ego problem. If you get what I mean. The alarm clock rings and you are thinking &quot; Yes, I already told you 5 minutes right, so shut up... be patient.. I am going to wake up&quot;. Without realizing, you have wasted half an hour or so.. and then the next time it rings, you are irritated and simply put the alarm off. That feeling that you get.. Its just too amazing. It is like sweet victory. Like you have just managed to shut up that evil alarm clock. Now you feel like you are controlling time. You can sleep for as long as you want and still you feel that when you wake up, its not going to be too late....&lt;br /&gt;
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Im sure many people miss their morning appointments because of the snooze button... But anyways, Its one of the awesomest innovations there have ever been, according to me.. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/4224164620464473051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/lazy-innovation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/4224164620464473051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/4224164620464473051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/lazy-innovation.html' title='The Lazy Innovation'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-5954381393439308719</id><published>2011-03-19T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:32:08.424+05:30</updated><title type='text'>|| BLITZKRIEG ||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Note: This article does not intentionally depict a real person...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Failed, disappointment, unsatisfactory, not up to the mark.. these are just a few words that define him. &quot; I am a failure..&quot; At least thrice a day he tells this to himself. He is a social outcast. The &quot;UNCOOL&quot;&amp;nbsp; of the lot. Dude, grow up, they dont like you. Stop trying to be cool, stop trying to win their attention. Stop trying to make things right. They are never going to be. They were never meant to be. Its all a downward spiral.&lt;br /&gt;
He has faced failure right from the time he was a beginner. Each and every boxing match he has ever played. Each and every match... All done. Straight failure. How neat is that!... . &quot; Failure, disappointment, unsatisfactory, not up to the mark....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody spits on him... His day is over. Good night... bitter dreams... nightmares. Downfall....&lt;br /&gt;
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Good morning bitch. &quot; I am a failure.. a damn good one at that. Let me show `em &quot;, he says to himself in the mirror. Puts his earphones to his ears, Tightens his shoe laces. Run. Run for the disappointment, for the unsatisfactory results, run for them &quot;Cool dudes&quot;. Train for the failures. He trains. Sure as hell he does. Eat, train, sleep... eat, train, sleep. Thats the only song he knows now. Same lyrics, same tune, same rythm. No goof ups with that now. Only 3 months till the next match. The first &quot;Not so neat&quot; match of his life. Because he already knows the result. Straight win. No goof ups. Train first, get yourself ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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One... two .... three.... Go. The match is on. His opponent is a strong one. Two times world champion. Awesome. This was what he had been training for. He grows deaf to the noise of the crowd. Straight algorithm... No confusions. No goof ups this time. ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Done. Knocked down. His opponent is lying face down. The whole crowd is silent. No noise. No one to lift his hand up and declare him a champion. His first victory. Sweet blitzkrieg........&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S : If you liked this... then also read.. &lt;a href=&quot;http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-cant-do-it.html&quot;&gt;|| You Cant Do It ||&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/5954381393439308719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/blitzkrieg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/5954381393439308719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/5954381393439308719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/blitzkrieg.html' title='|| BLITZKRIEG ||'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-9106059733711609645</id><published>2011-03-18T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:03:22.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>|| The Drug ||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Yes, I am going to be talking about a drug today. It is, according to me, the most addictive and awesome drug there can ever be. Most other drugs tend to make you loose your control. Not this one. It actually helps you get a grip of yourself. It comes in many flavors. It is synthesized in many different countries. You might think you are not.. but trust me, everyone IS addicted to this drug right from the time they were introduced to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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As some of you might have guessed by now, its Music. Everybody listens to it. Its power is immense. Let me explain you how.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember during the JEE preparation time, me and my friends used to listen to those pumping eminem songs to get motivated to study. There were some nice hindi songs also like Lakshya... when you listened to these songs, you just felt your energy levels rise and automatically felt like working more towards your goals. Then sometimes you are down, blue. You are not in the best of your moods.. Just listen to a nice soothing song and for sure your mood will get uplifted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now in college, I know many friends who listen to music when they get up, when they are going to sleep. The best part of music is that anyone can appreciate it and enjoy it. Right from an autorickshaw driver to Steve Jobs... everyone listens to it. Although there might be differences in the genres they listen to. Right from when we were born, our heart has been beating in a constant pace... Rythm.... was in us right from then. The birds chriping around you, its music. &lt;br /&gt;
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I can go on and on about music. There have been so many posts, articles similar to this one talking in general about music. But then I have a class to attend now..&lt;br /&gt;
P.S : While I was writing this post, I was listening to &quot;Heart of Life&quot; by john mayer.. awesome song...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/9106059733711609645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/drug.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/9106059733711609645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/9106059733711609645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/drug.html' title='|| The Drug ||'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-7736888354554547145</id><published>2011-03-15T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:52:12.028+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Clock Is Cheating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I have developed a theory. Its related to time. No not some relativity or time- motion analysis or anything like that. But a very simple theory. It goes something like this-&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; My clock is cheating. In fact, all clocks cheat. And they cheat in either of two methods.&quot; Simple enough?&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the simplicity of it, I think it is a very beautiful and powerful one. This is some serious groundbreaking stuff. And for the past few weeks, I have been keenly observing and testing this theory. Guess what? Its true. I am not kidding. Dont believe me? Read along for some rock solid proof..&lt;br /&gt;
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FIRST METHOD-&lt;br /&gt;
1. So it is T1 time, everybody is studying like crazy for the exam that is the next day. So I have finished having dinner, had a nice chocolate ice cream cone. Taken the required break and have comfortably settled on to my study. I start a new chapter from the book. I read.. carefully, trying to understand each and every line of the text.. Just reading, underlining the important stuff, scribbling the formulaes to get them drilled into my head.After around an hour, I look to see the time. According to my clock, it has been 10 min since I started. Bullshit. Any sane guy in his senses can tell the difference between an hour and 10 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;
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2. The time is around 11am. I am sitting in the class, waiting for the lecture to start. Its an important lecture but the topic is very boring. Anyways, the lecturer arrives and starts off at 11.05 am sharp. I am paying serious attention to what he is saying. Fighting my brain as it is trying to turn itself off. I am taking down detailed notes so that I can revise the things taught later on. This goes on smoothly for around half an hour. There are only 20 minutes remaining for the class to get over. I look up at the clock. What do I see? Well, the clock tells me that only 5 min have passed since the start of the lecture. Beat that... How strong an evidence can you get ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Conclusion- My Clock Is Cheating... by slowing down its time.&lt;br /&gt;
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SECOND METHOD-&lt;br /&gt;
1. Ok. So exams are just over. So, naturally, it is celebration time. I return from the exam hall, throw my bag on to the bed, and open up my laptop. I start DC, and just start browsing the new releases, checking a few interesting ones out, randomly making comments on main chat.., the usual stuff. Around an hour later, I just glance at my clock. You know the rest......&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Lets come back to real time... Right now.. as I am writing this post. I am sure as hell of two things- I started writing at 7.15 pm, and that it couldnt have taken me more that 2-3 long minutes to write such a short piece of text!!!.. But, folks, my highly unreliable and untrusted clock, says it has been more than 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;
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Conclusion- My Clock Is Cheating.... by running faster than the usual pace.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, Grand Conclusion- &quot; My clock is cheating. In fact, all clocks cheat. And they cheat in either of two methods.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/7736888354554547145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-clock-is-cheating.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/7736888354554547145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/7736888354554547145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-clock-is-cheating.html' title='My Clock Is Cheating'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AW3OceP5vto/TX90NoNCQnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/T7CDRK9AUBE/s72-c/cheating.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-1151789956536146989</id><published>2011-03-13T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:19:34.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>||  You Cant Do It  ||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE PRO-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;You cant do it. You just cant. There I just said it. Dint you get the meaning? Here, let me break it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;
There are somethings that only highly skilled, qualified, intellectual people can do. Only they can complete that thing successfully. Others, who dont have what it takes to do it, just cant. Fundamentally, it is impossible for them to do so. Hell, they should not, even in their dreams, try to do that thing. Because the fact is: THEY CANT DO IT. Since you are one of those people, YOU CANT DO IT. Got it now?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh so now you feel offended just because I am saying all those cruel things to you? You are surprised just because you are being told by some one that you dont have in you the willpower, skill, and intellect to do it? What did you think that you can do whatever there is to do in this world? Get over yourself Dude... some things are just not meant for LOSERS like you. It takes more than just a few words and a few hours of training to solve the real stuff, to face the real challenges.Oh good, now you are gonna cry over it? What? That`s it? Just cry over the matter, feel bad about it, curse me in your mind for some time and just slowly start accepting the fact that maybe, just maybe, it really is not something that you can do? Good then. At least I have to waste less of my energy trying to convince you. So are we convinced yet? Convinced? Good.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;THE &quot;LOSER&quot;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sure as hell I cant do it. Yeah that`s what you have been trying to tell me isn`t it you son of a bitch? Now hear me out. I cant do it. And I very well know that. But I sure as hell know something else as well. I know that neither did you at one point of time. You did not know jack of the world before some one came and gave you all the training and knowledge about how to do it. But, pity, what a waste of his time. If only he would have known that the guy he is training, is a real douche. A loser from within, who has lost every single game in his life from the time he has tried playing it. Even if the stats say you have won it, the truth my friend is, that you have lost it. And not just in any ordinary way, but in the most pathetic, disrespectful way there can ever be. So now shut up.. and watch the real pro`s play it. And while we are at it, watch. Watch you sucker. Watch how to train. Watch what is meant by learning from your mistakes. Watch how to master it and yet be humble about it. Watch as I do it. And I will. I sure as hell will. Not because I can, not because I want to, not even because I would have know by then how to, but because &lt;b&gt;YOU SAID I CANT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/1151789956536146989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-cant-do-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/1151789956536146989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/1151789956536146989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-cant-do-it.html' title='||  You Cant Do It  ||'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-8445665262015661718</id><published>2011-03-11T20:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:43:24.732+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Philips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2CWqMCNfSY0/TXo7qQMoerI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2cDPsT3HDrE/s1600/Philips.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2CWqMCNfSY0/TXo7qQMoerI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2cDPsT3HDrE/s400/Philips.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is actually my friends philips woofer. Just another random pic taken by me...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/8445665262015661718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/philips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/8445665262015661718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/8445665262015661718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/philips.html' title='Philips'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2CWqMCNfSY0/TXo7qQMoerI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2cDPsT3HDrE/s72-c/Philips.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-879429734202870682</id><published>2011-03-08T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:22:31.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>||  Rehearsal  ||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its a nervous saturday.. he has a performance to give in 3 minutes and his throat is already choking with the pressure.. will he be able to deliver his best? will people like it? will the performance go as planned? Thousands of questions are flooding his mind all at once. But then he thinks.. what the hell.. its just another performance. He tells himself that he has given many performances like that, piece of cake. But wait, is he being overconfident? Oh no!! &quot;Dont be overconfident&quot;, he says to himself. He closes his eyes, tries to catch the highest note of the song just to make sure his voice is still with him...&lt;br /&gt;
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2 minutes to go, tension rising now, the ongoing performance is over. Its a huge hit. The crowd is going mad. The sound of the applause is suffocating his own confidence. But then again he thinks &quot; Oh come on.. its not a life and death situation, just be yourself&quot;. Tension going down.. He feels cool now. &quot; All is well. This performance is going to rock.&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t3DIyZGULqI/TXXfnXtfjdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vyYuJnZUGXo/s1600/dark_stage_by_fezarbliou.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t3DIyZGULqI/TXXfnXtfjdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vyYuJnZUGXo/s320/dark_stage_by_fezarbliou.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 minute to go, the comperes have already announced the next song, without realizing, his feet are walking towards the stage. The stage is dark. He waits for his companions to get the setup fine. A sweat bubble trickles down his forehead. &quot; What? What am i nervous for? This is my ball game&quot;. He cant believe he is thinking so much for a 3 minutes performance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lights flashing, spotlight on him, his companions waiting for him to start, the crowd is waiting for the show to start. The mics have been checked, sound is perfect. He puts the mic to his mouth, and BOOM. He doesnt know what in the world is going on. What was the first line? His stomach feels like a pit. And in that pit, all his inner self is falling down. He wants to rewind time.. wants to hide himself in a blanket. He pulls on to the edge of the warm blanket.. curls up his legs.. Eyes shut tightly. Trying to remember the lyrics and the melody of the song.. But nothing.. The spotlight is becoming even more intense every passing second. He wants to drink water.. water... he has a dry throat.. water?&lt;br /&gt;
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3 am: He takes a sip of water, lying on his bed, with the light on. Gets up from his bed and washes his face, goes to his study, picks up the paper with the lyrics written, puts the headphones on, and sings his way through the night....&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/879429734202870682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/rehearsal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/879429734202870682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/879429734202870682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/rehearsal.html' title='||  Rehearsal  ||'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t3DIyZGULqI/TXXfnXtfjdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vyYuJnZUGXo/s72-c/dark_stage_by_fezarbliou.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520162669362102120.post-2846929748748118729</id><published>2011-03-05T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-05T20:10:54.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hey Bhagwan !!!!</title><content type='html'>The first time I heard this song I literally had a smile on my face and felt lighter after listening to this song. Its been one my favorites since its release. I actually went to the music store and bought the original record instead of downloading the song.&lt;br /&gt;
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It gives a reggae feel. Violin and guitar are beautifully weaved into the song. &lt;br /&gt;
Although it cant be classified into one fixed genre, I would call it a mixture of folk, Reggae and some soul music. Click &quot;Play&quot; on the link below and read on..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height=&quot;81&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F5355063&amp;show_comments=false&amp;color=ff7700&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; height=&quot;81&quot; src=&quot;http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F5355063&amp;show_comments=false&amp;color=ff7700&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://soundcloud.com/trdp/raghu-dixit-hey-bhagwan&quot;&gt;Raghu Dixit - Hey Bhagwan&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href=&quot;http://soundcloud.com/trdp&quot;&gt;The Raghu Dixit Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The song is a part of Raghu Dixit`s debut album &quot; The Raghu Dixit Project&lt;br /&gt;
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The main line of the song says &quot; Hey Bhagwan mujhko tu zindagi dobara de&quot;.. which literally translates to &quot; God, Please give me this life once again&quot;. Contrary to the general belief that Moksha or Nirvana is the ultimate goal of life, this guy actually wants to live the human life again.. despite of all the sufferings and pains and all that bullshit. He says that the other small things in life like the small dreams we have, and the way we try to fulfill them is worth living for once again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Kaise Khoya Jaa raha hai apne aap mein insaan&quot;.. This line from the song says that the ordinary man is just winding and confusing himself with all the problems of his life and is amplifying them further. The song in a way suggests that the character says &quot; I have realized my mistakes in life.. I have realized all things that made me think that life sucks.. But nope.. just give me one more chance to experience what it truly is..&quot;. Just superb according to me..&lt;br /&gt;
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Raghu Dixit, who was a former Bharatnatyam dancer, has really created a different type of music. As many critics say, his songs reflect the true flavors of India.&lt;br /&gt;
Thats truly great Music for you</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/feeds/2846929748748118729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-bhagwan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/2846929748748118729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5520162669362102120/posts/default/2846929748748118729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surajmicrophone.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-bhagwan.html' title='Hey Bhagwan !!!!'/><author><name>Suraj Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591394130973824913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd5rGnKouA/Ts1TKkaNjwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1kKtpWc9g4/s1600/prof_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrpVyK6gcSc/TXJG8oVEpsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q2re3Yc2ROo/s72-c/RDP-Album-Cover.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>