<?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-2037988611207470385</id><updated>2026-08-23T01:44:35.440-07:00</updated><category term="poem"/><category term="IIT"/><category term="hindi poetry"/><category term="IIT Guwahati"/><category term="book"/><category term="book review"/><category term="hindi"/><category term="review"/><category term="farewell"/><category term="heart"/><category term="3rd front"/><category term="A thousand Splendid Suns"/><category term="BJP"/><category term="BTP"/><category term="Congress"/><category term="Engineering"/><category term="Freakonomics"/><category term="Goodbye"/><category term="IPL"/><category term="MBA"/><category term="MBBS"/><category term="Medical"/><category term="Pink floyd"/><category term="The Kite Runner"/><category term="batch farewell"/><category term="career"/><category term="fakeipl"/><category term="fakeiplplayer"/><category term="game"/><category term="hindu"/><category term="indian election"/><category term="khaled"/><category term="khaled hosseini"/><category term="kill time"/><category term="knight"/><category term="learning"/><category term="life"/><category term="love"/><category term="love poem"/><category term="love poetry"/><category term="muslim"/><category term="my heart and me"/><category term="politics"/><category term="problems"/><category term="racism"/><category term="rape"/><category term="secularism"/><category term="sex"/><category term="the fight"/><category term="time"/><category term="timepass"/><category term="महफिले"/><title type='text'>This Is Where It Begins and Where it Ends.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-786661998760758703</id><published>2012-05-13T10:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T10:39:35.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we are back to free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I lost my domain parasarora.com well due to the lack of a credit card. The credit card companies are right for i might be the perfect credit risk that they know of. Anyway back to the free world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/786661998760758703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/786661998760758703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/786661998760758703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/786661998760758703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2012/05/and-we-are-back-to-free.html' title='And we are back to free'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-5263312774897796923</id><published>2012-04-24T22:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T22:06:43.934-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><title type='text'>Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;After all the dust is settled you will find me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;after you think you have lost it all i shall walk by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;for i ain&#39;t like those dazzling blinding lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;i show up like a knight in your darkest nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/5263312774897796923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/5263312774897796923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/5263312774897796923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/5263312774897796923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2012/04/dark-knight.html' title='Dark Knight'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-7660525919674513802</id><published>2012-04-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T22:02:06.507-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="game"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><title type='text'>win lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;For sometimes you cry to make other smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;for sometimes you fall often so that they can walk a mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;for you neither win nor lose in life&#39;s game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;enjoy the ride my friend for the end is the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/7660525919674513802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/7660525919674513802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/7660525919674513802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/7660525919674513802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2012/04/win-lose.html' title='win lose'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-4684342773676173826</id><published>2009-05-01T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:10:33.414-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3rd front"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BJP"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Congress"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indian election"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics"/><title type='text'>My politician- for better or for worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(85, 85, 68); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Found this good article @&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 23px; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://yourvoteforindia.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://yourvoteforindia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#555544&quot;&gt;Now that the necessity and importance of voting has already permeated the minds of the youth..I wanted to use this forum to enable voters to take the right decision when voting. Nothing very complex....just a summary of the various political parties...their agendas, priorities...a little about their history...their leaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#555544&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Simply put..its just a choice between the lesser of the devils...all have their pros and cons...you choose the one that aligns best with your expectations.I wanted to put a sort of table for why and why not you should vote for a political party:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd Front&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why Not vote for the 3rd front (Left, BSP and a bunch of others):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;1. It has Left as one of its pioneers which is known to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;anti development&lt;/b&gt;. Still holding on to archaic concepts of Marxism when &lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has embraced capitalism and accepted that Socialism is not a practical way for routing out poverty. WB and its laggard status is a classic example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;2. It has Mayawati as its PM candidate - Known to be corrupt to the core(visit &lt;st1:city st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Lucknow&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;)..she encourages mammoth birthday parties and building statues for herself. Do we want an uneducated person who has risen playing the caste card throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;3. They will rob the country clean if they come to power. Be rest assured Mayawati and her men will have swept the country of taxpayers money...and create a huge parallel black money market. Left leaders will create unions across the board and cripple all industry....rewinding &lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; another 50 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;4. The parliament will be a mockery and will not last its term...all parties haggling for power and a piece of the cake will fight among themselves.....and soon enough we will have a hung parliament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;5. The country will be a mess if they come to power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Sorry...cant think of any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;for the 3rd front. And on a similar note, voting for independents (who may be educated enough) is also in a way promoting a hung parliament -which can lead to an unstable Govt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Now to the bigger powers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#555544&quot;&gt;CONGRESS (INC)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#555544&quot;&gt;Why Not Congress&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dynastic politics&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;A party that has been standing on the &#39;Gandhi&#39; family name - irrespective of how deserving/undeserving the heirs are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stifled Indian economy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;for nearly 45 years after independence - nationalizing banks, discouraging private enterprise, Overtaxing businesses - all leading to high levels of poverty and corruption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monmohan (PM) often tagged as a pawn and a &lt;span class=&quot;font7&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;weak PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;at the hand of Sonia Gandhi- and kind of true considering we have seen or heard little of him in the 5 years - and you don’t expect economic policies like the ones implemented in this tenure from people like Manmohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believes in giving people fish than teaching them to fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;- Free electricity, loan waivers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font7&quot;&gt;Reservations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;- all crippling Indian economy in the longer term and making the poor fiercely dependent on the Govt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minimal infrastructure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;development&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;during its tenure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;Alliances with the likes of&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font7&quot;&gt;Lalu Yadav and Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;in a desperate attempt to form the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;font5&quot;&gt;- which led to the most inactive government from 2004-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why Congress&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priyanka Gandhi&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;does show some promise however&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the brains of Manmohan Singh, Chidambaram and Montek Alhuwalia who had the vision of&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;liberalizing&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in the 1990&#39;s - But that process too unfortunately lost momentum in 2 years&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Thanks to Manmohan putting his foot down, Congress clinched the&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nuclear deal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- necessary to cater to &lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&#39;s power needs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#555544&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BJP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;(NDA)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal&quot;&gt;Why not BJP&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#555544&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Communal manifesto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;visible in actions like Ayodhya, Godhra, support for Varun Gandhi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#555544&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stood against the nuclear deal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with the &lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; - A cheap act showing desperation to put Congress out of power&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#555544&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:13.5pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#555544&quot;&gt;Why BJP&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A break from the dynastic rule&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of the Gandhi&#39;s who have done much damage to the country&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;Good amount of infrastructure development during its rule - Golden quadrilateral, highways, ports, Electricity - &lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Gujarat&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a case in point where there has been tremendous development&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Encouraged private enterprise&lt;/b&gt;, Privatization and Decentralization - bringing greater efficiency and results in organizations&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;Has policy visions like&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uniform civil code&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- necessary for a uniform and stable democracy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strong government&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which gives us confidence compared to the weaker Congress&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom:12.0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;col width=&quot;158&quot; style=&quot;width: 119pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;col width=&quot;64&quot; style=&quot;width: 48pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;col width=&quot;292&quot; style=&quot;width: 219pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;col width=&quot;60&quot; style=&quot;width: 45pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;col width=&quot;242&quot; style=&quot;width: 182pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;color: rgb(85, 85, 68);   line-height: 18px; font-family:tahoma;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/4684342773676173826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/4684342773676173826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4684342773676173826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4684342773676173826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-politician-for-better-or-for-worse_01.html' title='My politician- for better or for worse'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-7061289563678706289</id><published>2009-05-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:47:54.084-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="muslim"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="secularism"/><title type='text'>because he is a khan</title><content type='html'>We were playing cricket the other day. As usual we were short on players and were yelling at the top of our voices to gather children playing around. So after a lot of effort our teams were set and we started playing. There was this small child named Waiz, harmless fellow who was sitting alone on a bench. I called him and asked him if he wanted to play. With little nod i understood that he was either afraid or really low on self confidence. well then it was all set and ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the match there was this kid playing football and he kicked it to our section of the ground. He started yelling &#39;bhaiya aap de do, waiz ko mat marne do&#39; (he asked me to kick the ball and dont let Waiz kick it). A friend of mine asked the football kid what was the problem if Waiz was to kick the ball. And the reply we got was shocking. He said &quot;kyunki woh khan hai&quot; (because he is a khan)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a well educated family how can young people think like this. I mean we all hear bullshit about secularism and unity in diversity crap. There is no point if the young generation are still hardcore at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what should we do???</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/7061289563678706289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/7061289563678706289' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/7061289563678706289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/7061289563678706289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-he-is-khan.html' title='because he is a khan'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-4800677572278708911</id><published>2009-05-01T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:28:39.122-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fakeipl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fakeiplplayer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IPL"/><title type='text'>list of fake ipl characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vinnie Dildo/ Badsaah Dildo&lt;/strong&gt; - Shah Rukh Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kishen Kanhaiyya&lt;/strong&gt; - Ravi Shastri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord Almighty/ Lordie&lt;/strong&gt; - Sourav Ganguly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheikh of Tweak&lt;/strong&gt; - Shane Warne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bevdaa&lt;/strong&gt; - Jessie Ryder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Sister&lt;/strong&gt; - Shilpa Shetty &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Sister&lt;/strong&gt; - Shamita Shetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calypso King&lt;/strong&gt; - Gayle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Batlivala&lt;/strong&gt; - Mallya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Charles of Patiala&lt;/strong&gt; - Yuvraj Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Monster&lt;/strong&gt; - Sachin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedophile Priest&lt;/strong&gt; - Gilchrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little John&lt;/strong&gt; - Ishant Sharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaan Moolo&lt;/strong&gt; - Ajit Agarkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appam Chutiya&lt;/strong&gt; - Sreesanth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phoren babas&lt;/strong&gt; - McCullum &amp;amp; Buchanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shakespeare - &lt;/strong&gt;Aakash Chopra&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ganji Hanger&lt;/strong&gt; - Sanjay Bangar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhookha Naan&lt;/strong&gt; – Buchanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Ka Beta&lt;/strong&gt; – Pietersen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RDB&lt;/strong&gt; - Ranadeb Bose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira Bhai&lt;/strong&gt; - Harbhajan Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandy Baddy Babe&lt;/strong&gt; - Mandira Bedi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junta/ Junta Tormentor&lt;/strong&gt; - Ajanta Mendis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mangal Pandey&lt;/strong&gt; - LR Shukla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bangla Tiger&lt;/strong&gt; - Mortaza. Few people are also guessing Wriddhiman Saha. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilli danda&lt;/strong&gt; - Ashok Dinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy George&lt;/strong&gt; - Joy Bhattacharya, CEO of KKR. Some people are also guessing &quot;Brad Hodge&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Style Bhai spinner&lt;/strong&gt; - Murali Karthik&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sultan of Tweak&lt;/strong&gt; - Shane Warne&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sparrow / Parrott&lt;/strong&gt; - McGrath&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bevdaa team&lt;/strong&gt; - BRC - Bangalore Royal Challengers (Mallya’s Team)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rajputs&lt;/strong&gt; - RR - Rajasthan Royals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedophile Priest&lt;/strong&gt; - Gilchrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very very special friend Ram&lt;/strong&gt; - VVS Laxman&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaan Moolo&lt;/strong&gt; - Agarkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Former India fast bowler who will remain a former India fast bowler&lt;/strong&gt; - Agarkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;India’s best fast bowler&lt;/strong&gt; - Ishant Sharma&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/4800677572278708911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/4800677572278708911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4800677572278708911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4800677572278708911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/05/list-of-fake-ipl-characters.html' title='list of fake ipl characters'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-6568756793373586349</id><published>2009-04-29T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:59:03.731-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="batch farewell"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farewell"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIT Guwahati"/><title type='text'>We are all grown up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;I had this thought when we, a group of friends were buying formal clothing for a friend destined to start his job on next Monday. After all the shopping was done, we started the usual chitchat session and I congratulated him for entering into the corporate world. It was then we pondered over what lay next. Hanging those loose ever-sagging jeans and stepping into nice trousers, giving up sandals to wear those black leather shoes, waking up early in the morning and not to mention the daily bath and shave… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;To make the above changes go down a little easily, we fetched our beer bottles and felt better once the chilled effervescence inside us. But then the reality struck us again and I don’t know but for whatever reasons, reality hits you really hard when you are light. I guess this is its way of minimizing the damage. Someone said about the grueling work-hours, other was drinking to how little his job was going to way and I on the other hand was still waiting for my offer-letter. It was unanimously decided that my problem was the most serious one and called for a toast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;The average workday was calculated to last for 12 hrs, leaving aside little time for other things. This really worried us because 4 years in college had made us really lazy and working for 12 hrs a day looked almost impossible. But then one of us assured that if our seniors can work then we could work too. This was a relief as we knew how screwed up our seniors were. With this in mind, we all started making plans of how we were going to spend our money and how are we gonna make a life out of the hectic work-hours. But the discussion was cut short when a friend got a call from his dad telling him it was time he came back home. So we decided to call it a night and raised our bottles as kids for one last time.. It is time that Raju becomes a Gentelman and Yes we are all grown up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Below is a video of my Comp. Science batch at IIT-Guwahati.. It sums up our journey from Raju to Gentelman. Njoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; &quot;&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/SLwl5eXBL7A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/SLwl5eXBL7A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/6568756793373586349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/6568756793373586349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/6568756793373586349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/6568756793373586349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-are-all-grown-up.html' title='We are all grown up!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-6133927782217231349</id><published>2009-04-29T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:56:18.167-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kill time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timepass"/><title type='text'>Timepass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you are on your summer break and sitting at home then I am sure that people must have bored with the question &lt;em&gt;kya karta hai saara din?&lt;/em&gt;What do you do all day?  or &lt;em&gt; aur suna kya kar raha hai ghar par aajkal?&lt;/em&gt;What are you doing at home these days. What sends me to frenzy is that its my home, my time and till my parents don’t complain why do people have a problem. They ask you these questions as if they are on the verge of some ground-breaking, earth-shattering and noble prize deserving research. But the truth is that they themselves have no work other than going to peoples house and asking what their children are doing in summers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;So here is what you can do to pass your time and put all those goons to silent mode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Get an internet connection and start writing blogs. This way you can include others in your crappy thoughts and make sure that their time is well wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;This one is the sharpen your memory. Try to fix you old scooter or motorbike and make sure that you open all the parts that look greasy or dusty. Once you take the engine to a state where no more screws are visible, try to reassemble it. And remember the permutations and combinations you were taught in high school, now is the time to utilize that knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Start fixing doors or other things your mom has been telling you to fix since high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;For those waiting for their offer letters, keep on predicting your joining date and salary breakup. Remember to send a weekly mail to HRs and other friends recruited in the same company. A panic mail once in a while you get you great response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you have already got you offer letter, then get a pen and paper and start calculating the tax you will have to pay. Remember to get your dad involved in this. Please make sure that you consider all the mentioned and not mentioned components and find an in-hand salary figure for all combinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you are the studious type, grab a thick novel or start preparing for MBA, MS etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Start planning about your cousins marriage or better accompany him when he goes to see a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Although I have personally tried all the above ways, but I have come to the conclusion that best way to pass time is to stay awake at night ans sleep during the day. This way no one will be able to ask you any questions…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Any further suggestions are most welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/6133927782217231349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/6133927782217231349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/6133927782217231349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/6133927782217231349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/timepass.html' title='Timepass'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-4100601583094442786</id><published>2009-04-29T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:55:22.101-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BTP"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farewell"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goodbye"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIT Guwahati"/><title type='text'>Goodbye - not so good after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;Sitting on a hard-bound copy of his BTP thesis, drinking the cheap “Old Smuggler”, Deewaker took a deep &lt;em&gt;kash&lt;/em&gt; and said “Goodbye”. Goodbye to 4 years of refugee life. Goodbye to &lt;em&gt;frustapa &lt;/em&gt;for a girlfriend (like he stood a chance in the outside world), goodbye to messy mess food and goodbye to sleep-hating lectures, goodbye to 4 years of pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then he said something that smuggled the Old Smuggler out of our system. To quote him: “As some of the best brains of India, we have spend the best time of our lives in the worst possible place.” Somehow none of us could muster the strength to fight back against his bold statement. He went on to explain how his friends in other colleges have got good financial jobs, how they all have 2 girlfriends (keeping just one meant there was something wrong with you. No girlfriends simply meant you were gay) and how they laughed at his decision, each time he goes home.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asked for a round of cold pizza (no chance of getting a hot one while sitting 20kms from civilzation) and continued to explain ‘&lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;’ to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;It felt as if Deewaker was saying something we had felt all along. May it was the booze talking or maybe it was just a downpour of emotions but all of it seemed true. Had we really donated our life in exchange of an IIT degree? Just as we were digesting the reality, along came another emotional avalanche, this time it was Prabhu. He gulped down his shot and said f*@# you Deewaker, I have enjoyed every second of my life here. Yes the classes sucked, the no gf thing was cruel, no doubt the food yucked but my life with you guys simply rocked. “What about the Rubel walks, the class bunks, the SOFing, the canteen bakars, the DPs , the Alchers, the Manthans, the night-outs, the shillong trips and what about all the time spent together.“ ranted Prabhu. Then it all came back, the good times, the bad times, and the ugly ones too. Being there for each other, trying to hide your frustration to help somebody else, lending an ear whenever someone was down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;A sudden flash and electricity was back. From where I could see, Deewaker had wet cheeks and red eyes. He stood up, crushed the cigarette bud and said “Prabhu you @#@#*$ you have ruined my life. I wanted this to end tonight so that the pain maybe less. But as always you have to ruin everything. Now get up and give me a hug.” We all huddled together and held on to each other. Another loud noise and Deewaker said “Goodbye my foot. My heart, my soul, my love will still be with IITg”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/4100601583094442786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/4100601583094442786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4100601583094442786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4100601583094442786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-not-so-good-after-all.html' title='Goodbye - not so good after all.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-4509622577676812964</id><published>2009-04-29T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:54:17.536-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A thousand Splendid Suns"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="khaled"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="khaled hosseini"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review"/><title type='text'>A thousand Splendid Suns..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category:&lt;/strong&gt;  Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt;      Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt;      5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you thought Khaled Hosseini was a one hit wonder then I suggest you to grab a copy of his second book, A Thousand Splendid Suns. Like the first book this one is also a tale of suffering, sacrifice of Afghan people in the times of war. The difference is that it gives voice to the women of Afghanistan, the women who are married when they are just 15, made to wear the burqah and suffer in a nation that treats its women as second rate. The book brings forth the life of two women &lt;em&gt;Mariam &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Laila &lt;/em&gt;who have had opposite starts to their lives but destiny unites them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;If this book can’t move you then I suggest you go for a health checkup. The great thing about Hosseini is that amongst all the suffering and pain he still manages to bring forth hope of a better future. Read this one so that you can feel how privileged we are to be born in a free country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Verdict: A superb read. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/4509622577676812964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/4509622577676812964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4509622577676812964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4509622577676812964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/thousand-splendid-suns.html' title='A thousand Splendid Suns..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-620886588556627278</id><published>2009-04-29T00:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:53:24.969-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Kite Runner"/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; line-height: 22px; &quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category:&lt;/strong&gt;  Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt;      Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt;      5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;This one is straight from the heart and Hosseini hits you straight in the heart. It qualifies as one of the most intense books that I have ever read. Every line of this book is unadulterated emotion. Its a story set up in the deserts of Afghanistan where Amir fights for acceptance of his father and in the process he betrays his childhood friend Hassan, who sacrifices everything to protect Amir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amir runs away to a new life but memories of Hassan haunts him. All the lying and past memories come back to Amir when he has to return back to Afghan. Amir fights his demons and figures out a way to be good again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Khaled Hosseini puts life into every word, the description of each and every character is detailed and you seem to walk with them across the streets of Afghan and USA. Read this one for the mix of friendship, betrayal, loyalty, lying, secrets and hope involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Verdict: Read it thousand times over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/620886588556627278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/620886588556627278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/620886588556627278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/620886588556627278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-3492535041268516877</id><published>2009-04-29T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:52:38.835-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Freakonomics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review"/><title type='text'>Freakonomics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category:&lt;/strong&gt;  Economics, Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt;      Steven Levitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt;      2/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;No offense to the authors but this is one of the most over-rated book I have ever come across. The book proposes various funny and unconventional theories about many of the common problems in this era. It starts as a really funny account but somewhere down the pages, it looses its grip and becomes too monotonous. The explanation of some theories are too long which makes you loose interest in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;A book like this should have been written in a more concise way and should have kept a room for the reader to think and extend the explanations given in the book. All in all i found it boring after sometime and it was really hard to complete this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Final Verdict: Don’t buy it, borrow it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/3492535041268516877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/3492535041268516877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/3492535041268516877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/3492535041268516877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/freakonomics.html' title='Freakonomics'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-2102931308089373930</id><published>2009-04-29T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:51:59.273-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindi poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><title type='text'>प्यार करना है तो मुझ से कर</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; line-height: 22px; &quot;&gt;तेरे दीदार को हैं मेरी आखें तरस गयी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;आजा अब तो मौसम की हर रुत बरस गयी&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;तेरे बिना मैं अकेला तन्हा&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt; दुनिया की हर कुशी से अन्जां&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;तेरे इंतज़ार में यह आखें थक गयी&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;मानो ज़िन्दगी की जैसे रफ़्तार थम गयी&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;अब आ जालिम और न सता&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;अपनी याद में मेरे दिल को और न रुला&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;मारना है तो मुझे अपने हुसन से मार&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;जुदाई में क्या रखा है&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;प्यार करना है तो मुझ से कर&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;इस खुदाई में क्या रखा है&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/2102931308089373930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/2102931308089373930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/2102931308089373930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/2102931308089373930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_2647.html' title='प्यार करना है तो मुझ से कर'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-3222228171230340643</id><published>2009-04-29T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:51:09.341-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindi poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my heart and me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the fight"/><title type='text'>मैं और मेरा दिल</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;मैं :&lt;br /&gt;ए मेरे दिल यह तुझे हुआ क्या है&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ तू आज इस ज़माने से खफा है&lt;br /&gt;क्या भूला है तू हमेशा कुश रहने की बात&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ बहा रहा है अपने अन्दर के ज़ज्बात&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;दिल :&lt;br /&gt;कब तक मैं तेरे दुखो को छुपता जायूँगा&lt;br /&gt;कब तक मैं कुशी से जिंदा जलता जायूँगा&lt;br /&gt;मरता हूँ पल पल झूटी जिंदगी जी कर&lt;br /&gt;हस्ता हूँ ऊपर रो रो के भीतर!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/3222228171230340643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/3222228171230340643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/3222228171230340643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/3222228171230340643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_5428.html' title='मैं और मेरा दिल'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-5662334738840487068</id><published>2009-04-29T00:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:50:20.526-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindi poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="problems"/><title type='text'>हमारी सदी का गम</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;बढ रही है नफरते प्यार हो रहा है कम&lt;br /&gt;आदमी ही आदमी पर कर रहा सितम&lt;br /&gt;इंसान में इंसानियत हो रही ख़तम&lt;br /&gt;यही हमारी सदी का है गम&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;पैसा और दौलत के पीछे भाग रहे हैं हम&lt;br /&gt;भूल गए दोस्ती और मोहब्बत का रहम&lt;br /&gt;बस जीते हैं एक मशीन की तरह हम&lt;br /&gt;यही हमारी सदी का है गम&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/5662334738840487068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/5662334738840487068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/5662334738840487068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/5662334738840487068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_29.html' title='हमारी सदी का गम'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-6961849555709805686</id><published>2009-04-29T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:49:40.624-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hindi poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="महफिले"/><title type='text'>महफिले</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;महफिले हैं यहाँ महफिले हैं वहाँ&lt;br /&gt;फिर भी न जाने मैं क्यूँ तन्हा&lt;br /&gt;यह महफिले यह महखाने सब है झूठे&lt;br /&gt;फिर कैसे न मन मेरा इस दुनिया से रूठे&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;जीना तो होगा यह मैं जनता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;इसलिए हर गम में मुस्कराता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;झूटी हसी में सच्चाई ढूँढता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;इंसान में इंसानियत ढूद्ता हूँ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 140%; &quot;&gt;कुछ ज्यादा नहीं मांगता मैं जालिम ज़माने से&lt;br /&gt;बस थोडी सी वफ़ा थोडा जाम कुशी के पयमाने से&lt;br /&gt;दे सको दो दिल में थोडी जगह दे देना&lt;br /&gt;अर्थी पर आकर झूठे आंसू मत बहा देना&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/6961849555709805686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/6961849555709805686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/6961849555709805686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/6961849555709805686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='महफिले'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-658324276165009579</id><published>2009-04-29T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:48:50.624-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Engineering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MBA"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MBBS"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Medical"/><title type='text'>Career Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Hoefler Text&#39;; line-height: 22px; &quot;&gt;While discussing the career options of my cousin, who is in 10th standard right now, it was deja vu for me. 6 years ago it was me who was in the middle of such great dilemma.ˇAt that point of time my knowledge about different career paths was bonkers. I had no idea what to do and I didn’t hate any subject more than the other. So what I did was see the trend of children in our family so it was either Medical or Non-medical. To choose between Medical and Non-medical was simpler now. I had seen my sis slog hard even after she got through MBBS entrance. No I didn’t have the courage to slog like that, I wanted my college life to be fun. So it was non-medical.&lt;br /&gt;Now after my graduation, when I lived the life, learnt a lot about other streams I regret to have entered something where I had no original passion or interest. After 4 years of fun college life am I happy? No, I am not. Do I love my job? No I don’t. So have I done something that interests me? And alas the answer is NO.&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t want my cousin to make the same mistake again. I don’t want him to jump into engineering just because I did it or his parents want it or he is good at mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;We all are in a position to help our younger ones and guide them through this phase so that they can get into a career that they enjoy. Don?t do what the world tells you to do, just listen to your heart. And in this way we might be able to see a lot more writers, painters, artists, filmmakers etc.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/658324276165009579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/658324276165009579' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/658324276165009579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/658324276165009579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2009/04/career-choice.html' title='Career Choice'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-2895692183870953898</id><published>2008-04-02T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:22:55.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9s_kH31s9IQzU0dymX6ZRPeiN9VQzJh9LdmpfUoyEEuXyNgy83lbwhA_57PltIjLjcHBUGrLIn8ccFVt15odPZIKp8UIQvYa5xK7uQhhGiVKWMec16l_ytsrvDJlCkQp3OTjS8pL1dc/s1600-h/Tawang+March+08+131.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9s_kH31s9IQzU0dymX6ZRPeiN9VQzJh9LdmpfUoyEEuXyNgy83lbwhA_57PltIjLjcHBUGrLIn8ccFVt15odPZIKp8UIQvYa5xK7uQhhGiVKWMec16l_ytsrvDJlCkQp3OTjS8pL1dc/s160/Tawang+March+08+131.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&#39;clear:both; text-align:CENTER&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&#39; target=&#39;ext&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&#39; alt=&#39;Posted by Picasa&#39; style=&#39;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;&#39; align=&#39;middle&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/2895692183870953898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/2895692183870953898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/2895692183870953898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/2895692183870953898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9s_kH31s9IQzU0dymX6ZRPeiN9VQzJh9LdmpfUoyEEuXyNgy83lbwhA_57PltIjLjcHBUGrLIn8ccFVt15odPZIKp8UIQvYa5xK7uQhhGiVKWMec16l_ytsrvDJlCkQp3OTjS8pL1dc/s72-c/Tawang+March+08+131.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-1640555218930048061</id><published>2007-09-29T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:58:26.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass.</title><content type='html'>“This too shall pass.” Is a Hebrew saying and is my favourite quote. They say that legends say things and its fools who repeat them but then who said I am not foolish. Let me first get to the origin of this saying. Though there are many sources to its origin, the one that I like to believe (because it has that grip to it) is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah Ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, &quot;Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.&quot; &quot;If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty,&quot; replied Benaiah, &quot;I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?&quot; &quot;It has magic powers,&quot; answered the king. &quot;If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy.&quot; Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility. Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of the poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day&#39;s wares on a shabby carpet. &quot;Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?&quot; asked Benaiah. He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile. That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. &quot;Well, my friend,&quot; said Solomon, &quot;have you found what I sent you after?&quot; All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled. To everyone&#39;s surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, &quot;Here it is, your majesty!&quot; As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: _gimel, zayin, yud_, which began the words &quot;_Gam zeh ya&#39;avor_&quot; -- &quot;This too shall pass.&quot; At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Solomon, I have also come to the sad realization that all good things come to an end. No this is not a random thought, it’s a sad realization that struck me when I saw the orkut album of one of my seniors at IIT. It was then I remembered that it is my last year at IIT and its gonna end soon. This is the bad things ending and good things beginning side of the story. But when I look around, I see friends, I see people having a laugh about almost anything and just enjoying the life. No I don’t want to leave all this. I don’t want to leave the comfort of the nest that each one of us has slowly built. Why this has to “pass”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what its worth, I would like to thank all my friends, batchmates, hostelmates and all the people who have made my life at IITG colorful and enjoyable. Without you I would have never been able to survive 4 years at this place. And now I wish I could stay with you guys forever. But then this too shall pass.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/1640555218930048061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/1640555218930048061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/1640555218930048061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/1640555218930048061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-5749598982492055166</id><published>2007-09-11T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:17:50.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 ultimate bollywood clichés</title><content type='html'>1)Kuttey ! Main tera khoon pi jaoonga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Hum gareeb zaroor hain, lekin hamari bhi izzat hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Apne aap ko kanoon ke haawale kar do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Yeh lo pachchaas hazaar rupiah aur meri beti ko bhool jao. Reply “Aap mujhe khareedna chahcte hain? Mera pyaar bikau nahi hain!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Bhagwan ke liye chhod mujhe! Kuttey, kameeney!  “Itni achhi cheez ko bhagwan le liye chhod doon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Injection de diya hai, thodi der mein hosh aa jayega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)yeh maa Banne waali hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Maa…!!! Tumhari aakhon mein ansoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Tamaam sabooton aur gawahon ko madde nazar rakhte huye, mujhrim ko taaze rate hind, dafa 302 ke tahat sazae maut di jaati hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Bhagwaan mujhe insaf chahiye.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/5749598982492055166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/5749598982492055166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/5749598982492055166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/5749598982492055166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-ultimate-bollywood-clichs.html' title='10 ultimate bollywood clichés'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-4833873687970124483</id><published>2007-09-09T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:11:17.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Techniche &#39;07 our final technica quest in IITG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica;&quot;&gt;Techniche for me has always been a 3 day work and management and almost zero fun. But this time it was different. This time I had a zing going and participated in many events, I even tried my hand at CS event but as expected, I was not selected.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I had the chance to launch IIT Radio and became the first IITG RJ. It was total fun and surprisingly people liked me. I got good reviews and enjoyed every bit of it. Though I haven’t heard the complete show myself, I am more than satisfied by the reviews I got. An in between all this, I gave a shot at the par’AD’igm event. It was supposed to be a&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;4 member team event, but I went in alone and gave the quickest paper of my life. I did about 30 questions in 15 mins and rushed out to complete my radio recording. I got a total of 62 just 2 marks short of the finalists but was happy to defeat 70% of teams present there. so much for the day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And in the night came the big and the most interesting event. It was the Virtual Stock Market (VSM) time and I went in alone with my official partner lying in comfort of his bed. Well the show started in total chaos with nobody having even the slightest idea of what was going around. We started arbit bidding and I was successful in striking a few good deals. Then came the biggest turn around of the event. It was the entry of my friend Ankit Nagori (Anna) and from here on it was a fish-market, with two of us speaking at the top of our voice and making some pretty awesome deals. Just to give you an idea we bought CCE shares at 1000 and 5 minutes later sold them for 3500. Man it was all crazy. We made like 20 such deals and were leading the over-all standings despite a few SOB’s trying hard to pull us down. I mean why are people jealous of seeing others win. They don’t have the guts to present themselves and take up the challenge. All they can do is to pull others down. Its really frustrating to realize that such people study with us. The back stabbing bastards will spread all sorts of wrong information about you and then come to your room at party time. Well their efforts to make us fall didn’t work and they themselves fell head first. By the morning official results were declared and we were declared as winners. It was good to finally win something in techniche.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica;&quot;&gt;However all this was to come to a sour end. Our dream of ending the techniche with a award on-stage was not to be. We were refused to get on stage for our prize and were told “ki bakwaas mat karo, humien bahut kaam hai”. Well thats’ an ironic end to our Techniche careers, when we worked our ass out for 3 years just to see that everything went on smoothly. Its not about the prize, its about respect. What pains me even more is that Anna who started this even 2 years back and has worked more than anybody else in making Techniche ’06 and Techniche ’07 a success was denied a much deserved appreciation. It would have been a befitting to end his techniche on-stage as a winner. Well prize or no prize, on-stage or off-stage Anna will always be the man who made techniche a success. Despite all these highs and lows I would remember Techniche ’07 as my favourite Techniche.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica;&quot;&gt;Good Bye Techniche We loved you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/4833873687970124483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/4833873687970124483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4833873687970124483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/4833873687970124483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2007/09/techniche-07-our-final-technica-quest.html' title='Techniche &#39;07 our final technica quest in IITG'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-1597282525896713081</id><published>2007-09-06T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:28:35.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width=&quot;325&quot; height=&quot;465&quot; src=&quot;http://sws.shelfari.com/shelf.swf&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; flashvars=&quot;UserName=parasarora1310&amp;ShelfType=user&amp;amp;verE=s1.1&amp;booksize=large&amp;amp;Alpha=0&amp;amp;BGColor=FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/1597282525896713081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/1597282525896713081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/1597282525896713081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/1597282525896713081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-shelf.html' title='My Shelf'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-3767405832445460504</id><published>2007-08-21T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:26:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we appreciate anything or anybody?</title><content type='html'>&quot;Appreciate&quot; as per oxford dictionary is : &quot;recognize the full worth of&quot; but today it seems that we have forgotten this word. We are so much interested in our own selfish needs that we are never grateful for anything that comes our way. The mindset that:people are supposed to help me, i should get this/that, its my right to claim this, is certainly making us rude. There is this overwhelming sense of entitlement. We take things for granted and thats where all goes wrong.  We don&#39;t care for what others do for us, we just think that they are supposed to help. But this is not the case. Everybody deserves some thanks and gratitude for helping us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With people getting richer, we are forgetting the virtues of gratitude and have started to believe that money has the power to get anything done. Well it sure does have the power to get you materialistic things but what about relationships? How much do we interact with our subordinates, our colleagues or our friends. We just think that these people are there for us. If somebody makes a mistake, we are all guns over him forgetting that its human to make mistakes. But then we are divine and we don&#39;t make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time your friend helps you, somebody offers you his support or you buy something from a general store remember to say &#39;please&#39; and &#39;thank you&#39; coz it is all that is needed to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;So please say please. [:P]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/3767405832445460504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/3767405832445460504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/3767405832445460504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/3767405832445460504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-we-appreciate-anything-or-anybody.html' title='Do we appreciate anything or anybody?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-5819336592530739693</id><published>2007-08-19T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:52:05.184-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IIT Guwahati"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning"/><title type='text'>what have i learnt from IIT</title><content type='html'>IITs may be among the most coveted colleges in India but is it really the mecca of education? Is the best research centre in the country? What do students in IITs really learn, why are they seen as some of the best brains in the world? Well to the common man the answers to these question may be immaterial because after all you want is a good job after graduation which come as a guarantee with IIT admission. But are IITs really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to me IITs are the toughest colleges to get in but the easiest to get out (of course wid a degree) of. All the hard work, determination, number crunching stops when you enter IIT. People here have a  laid back attitude in general and will do everything and anything to avoid an assignment. Copying assignment, getting profs to postpone deadlines is everyday affair. The real education starts a week before exam but that is forgotten once the exams are over. After three years of studying in a branch of the so called best engineering colleges in India I now wonder what really have i learnt. I am certainly not the master of any subject and not even a jack of most. What really have i learnt????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I can safely say about my college is that it makes you an all-round personality. Interacting with people who have such unique talents teaches a lot. Its the people, my friends, my classmates that have taught me the best lessons of life. Everybody here is skillful in one or the other thing and gyaan-dhara never stops. Everybody is always bubbling with new ideas, new information that is how we learn what we learn. From politics to cultural fest, from technical quest to daaru-party, from night-outs to complete bunks, from four-star to dhaba, from pub to hostel terrace, from campus lake to brahmaputra, from hostel field to hilltop, IIT has taught me all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my friends, my seniors, my juniors and everybody else for teaching me all the important things in life. No matter how much I hate our college for its shortcoming but my Heart, my Soul, my Love will still be with IITG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv u all.......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/5819336592530739693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/5819336592530739693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/5819336592530739693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/5819336592530739693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-have-i-learnt-from-iit.html' title='what have i learnt from IIT'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037988611207470385.post-8644091458563940</id><published>2007-07-25T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:00:07.495-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rape"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><title type='text'>We indians are all rapists.....</title><content type='html'>Fueled by the anger of reading repeated cases of rape, sexual assault etc I began to think if we Indians will ever come to terms with open mind when sex is in question. The more thought i put into it, the more i realized that 90% of indians are rapists in one way or the other. Yes this may be disturbing for you but i think this way. Apart from the numerous cases of unreported rapes and sexual harassments, there is another category that I consider rape. Its the legal rape. This is surprising but yes in india there is a license available to rape and this license is called arranged marriage or generally marriage in which neither the broom nor the bride has a say. How much do the bride and the groom know about each other before they get married. Two months or at max six months, this is the time between engagement and marriage. Within this short period of time I personally don&#39;t think its possible to know the complete personality of anybody. With intercaste weddings a big taboo in our country, either the bride or groom or even both are left to wonder about their future. This is the category of legal rape and this isn&#39;t gonna stop till we do something about our &quot;Dharam ke Thekedars&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we grow up? When will lovebirds of meerut and places alike feel free to sit in a park and enjoy their talks? When will these ever increasing rape cases stop? Its time the youth put a brave step in front of their parents and let the world know that we live in an open era with no restrictions. And for God&#39;s sake please provide some sex education at school level. Its better to talk about than to rape somebody to get to know about sex. Kick the bastard politicians in their balls and beat the hell out of those who seek a ban on sex education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above are my personal thoughts and I welcome any comments that you have. So next time you read a newspaper article about rape ask yourself if you are in some way or the other responsible for it....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/feeds/8644091458563940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2037988611207470385/8644091458563940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/8644091458563940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037988611207470385/posts/default/8644091458563940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paras-arora.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-indians-are-all-rapists.html' title='We indians are all rapists.....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292445367099767531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>