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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tJBpkasyYihpdLiP_Ugp1Ytb7nc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tJBpkasyYihpdLiP_Ugp1Ytb7nc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tJBpkasyYihpdLiP_Ugp1Ytb7nc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tJBpkasyYihpdLiP_Ugp1Ytb7nc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just as Shock Absorbers in a car help reduce the effect of bad roads, some of them installed in our minds would surely help a lot in maintaining relationships..

As we drive on the road, we consciously or unconsciously avoid the big potholes (which are common in Mumbai) to avoid the sudden discomfort caused to us. There are eventually such incidents, where you cant control from pulling over the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/DuWd61ymkb8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2010/09/shock-abs-need-of-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYFSXo9eyp7ImA9WxFRF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-1036070633836941002</id><published>2010-05-02T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:58:38.463+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-02T15:58:38.463+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relations" /><title>Assume data wherever necessary</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/1036070633836941002/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=1036070633836941002&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1036070633836941002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1036070633836941002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/v7qFrUvFE_8/assume-data-wherever-necessary.html" title="Assume data wherever necessary" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wt1A72GG_uoXTLkUdNGHGsXe3eg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wt1A72GG_uoXTLkUdNGHGsXe3eg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wt1A72GG_uoXTLkUdNGHGsXe3eg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wt1A72GG_uoXTLkUdNGHGsXe3eg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It a common rule in most of the academic papers we write, atleast in engineering papers, where they mention a rule "Assume suitable data wherever necessary" which subtly means that they should not be blamed in case there are any discrepancies in data sufficiency!! I suppose they have kept that as a template as I was never surprised to find that rule mentioned even in theory papers !! Leave apart &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/v7qFrUvFE_8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2010/05/assume-data-wherever-necessary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUDRno9eip7ImA9WxNQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-5505899974350903763</id><published>2009-09-20T15:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:11:17.462+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-20T16:11:17.462+05:30</app:edited><title>Bad roads !!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/5505899974350903763/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=5505899974350903763&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/5505899974350903763?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/5505899974350903763?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/ZzUiJuZa5Q4/bad-roads.html" title="Bad roads !!" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WoMKSPmGGfCJWcjYyNlYi8HqIUo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WoMKSPmGGfCJWcjYyNlYi8HqIUo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WoMKSPmGGfCJWcjYyNlYi8HqIUo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WoMKSPmGGfCJWcjYyNlYi8HqIUo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A road with full of pits also leads to discomfort in a relationship Words: 399Reading Time: 2 mins 14 secsMumbai, the financial capital of India and my hometown has one thing which discomforts and irritates all of its inhabitants - the roads - are full of pits/trenches. The shock absorbers of any vehicle are completed put to a test to ensure a smooth ride. But we cannot in any way build better &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/ZzUiJuZa5Q4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-roads.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDQn05eSp7ImA9WxJaFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-3167397873993445717</id><published>2009-08-08T00:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:16:13.321+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-08T01:16:13.321+05:30</app:edited><title>Pacifying Yourself !</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/3167397873993445717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=3167397873993445717&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/3167397873993445717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/3167397873993445717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/T-NgoJ0n0Kg/pacifying-yourself.html" title="Pacifying Yourself !" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l8gEuc8SVUXmzm7zBTFW89mtz7M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l8gEuc8SVUXmzm7zBTFW89mtz7M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l8gEuc8SVUXmzm7zBTFW89mtz7M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l8gEuc8SVUXmzm7zBTFW89mtz7M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There are 2 things humans have created to pacify themselves in this world. Each and every person in his life sees times when he is down,depressed and has the whole world against him. At such times does he give up, does he fight back or keeps going as the water flows in a river ? Frankly speaking, I would not know what would he do in such a case.. would purely depend on individual preferences.. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/T-NgoJ0n0Kg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2009/08/pacifying-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUICSXkyfyp7ImA9WxJaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-8342863252463551471</id><published>2009-08-04T16:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:29:28.797+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T16:29:28.797+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lifestyle" /><title>Does God Answer Our Prayers?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/8342863252463551471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=8342863252463551471&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/8342863252463551471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/8342863252463551471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/jgpH3NRlLbw/does-god-answer-our-prayers.html" title="Does God Answer Our Prayers?" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MetDVRbX664y9xCvpSldK4D7B0Y/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MetDVRbX664y9xCvpSldK4D7B0Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MetDVRbX664y9xCvpSldK4D7B0Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MetDVRbX664y9xCvpSldK4D7B0Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If God were to fulfill the desires of people according to their prayers then the Impartial Lord would become "partial" towards those who pray.Then how does God fulfill the desires of His devotees?Lord Krishna says "Whatever form a devotee seeks to worship with "faith" that "faith" of his I make firm in him". (Bhagavad Gita7/21)From the material Standpoint, when we pray, and deter¬mine to achieve &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/jgpH3NRlLbw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2009/08/does-god-answer-our-prayers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNRn4_fSp7ImA9WxJQGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-8180912945437493487</id><published>2009-06-01T16:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:26:37.045+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-01T17:26:37.045+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lifestyle" /><title>Perception</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/8180912945437493487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=8180912945437493487&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/8180912945437493487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/8180912945437493487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/WAPCfc0ODUI/perception.html" title="Perception" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iMQxyYuXL-4WvRKKxzDOdA6cyk4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iMQxyYuXL-4WvRKKxzDOdA6cyk4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iMQxyYuXL-4WvRKKxzDOdA6cyk4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iMQxyYuXL-4WvRKKxzDOdA6cyk4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Does the way in which the worlds perceives you matter at all ?Words: 512Reading time: little less than 3 minsPerception, to define it in simple words, would be the way someone perceives another being to be. His/her characteristics, behaviour, good points, bad points are all stored in the minds of the audience based on previous instances. Once those are stored, they always are refreshed when that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/WAPCfc0ODUI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2009/06/perception.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDRXw-eCp7ImA9WxJRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-1207390125342452999</id><published>2009-05-15T16:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:46:14.250+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T16:46:14.250+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lifestyle" /><title>Law of the Garbage Truck</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/1207390125342452999/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=1207390125342452999&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1207390125342452999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1207390125342452999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/uIo_XrnOL2Y/law-of-garbage-truck.html" title="Law of the Garbage Truck" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bV64Thras75ureQW6hlKfeKy_-k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bV64Thras75ureQW6hlKfeKy_-k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The morning had already begun by witnessing a brawl between two passengers, while commuting in the local train in my homtown, Mumbai. Rather than such quarrels occuring on day-basis, I would say these quarrels occur on an hourly-basis or maybe even less than that. At every step, every life you encounter with in Mumbai would be running to earn his bread-n-butter (job)...Post an hour of travel to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/uIo_XrnOL2Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2009/05/law-of-garbage-truck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ENRnsyfCp7ImA9WxRXFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-1259962014786300639</id><published>2008-10-19T15:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:51:37.594+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-19T15:51:37.594+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BRTS" /><title>BRTS Mumbai</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/1259962014786300639/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=1259962014786300639&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1259962014786300639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1259962014786300639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/GsY5U0nWH2g/brts-mumbai.html" title="BRTS Mumbai" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zh_CMxIfdLQ4GpY63k13m1mRigM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zh_CMxIfdLQ4GpY63k13m1mRigM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zh_CMxIfdLQ4GpY63k13m1mRigM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zh_CMxIfdLQ4GpY63k13m1mRigM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;BRTS cannot succeed in Mumbai unless authorities take huge effortsIntroduction:BRTS (Bus Rapid Transit System) was started by Best in Mumbai by introducing Long buses with cushion seats, conditioners that keep you cool in the hottest weather outside and running right across from Backbay (South Mumbai) to Dahisar (North Mumbai) - from one end to other end of the city. Pricing is pretty comfortable&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/GsY5U0nWH2g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2008/10/brts-mumbai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUEQXo7fip7ImA9WxRTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-9038580125706058509</id><published>2008-09-03T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:00:00.406+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T00:00:00.406+05:30</app:edited><title>Rock On - The bollywood movie</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/9038580125706058509/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=9038580125706058509&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/9038580125706058509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/9038580125706058509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/F70hTkzDg9E/rock-on-bollywood-movie.html" title="Rock On - The bollywood movie" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/SL1AkwjP7ZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/7W_cggQaZwU/s72-c/RockOnPosterMed.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bfdYLqD1eN7xcaoHhbqoCYQE4iA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bfdYLqD1eN7xcaoHhbqoCYQE4iA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bfdYLqD1eN7xcaoHhbqoCYQE4iA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bfdYLqD1eN7xcaoHhbqoCYQE4iA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Bollywood movie "Rock On" rocks.. a must see !!It was a hectic week in office, and I was already dreaming of going back to a good sleep. My friends suddenly came up with this plan to go for this movie.. that too a late night show.. phew !! I could not imagine what I could have missed I had not joined them on this show.. !!This movie simply goes by its Title - it simply rocks.. Based on a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/F70hTkzDg9E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-on-bollywood-movie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08EQXgzfCp7ImA9WxdVEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-8058972900345623971</id><published>2008-07-14T13:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:20:00.684+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-14T13:20:00.684+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog tips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><title>Top Tips to attract traffic to your blog/website</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/8058972900345623971/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=8058972900345623971&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/8058972900345623971?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/8058972900345623971?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/7YwEk5pDxWM/top-tips-to-attract-traffic-to-your.html" title="Top Tips to attract traffic to your blog/website" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D5FeJRFWH1wEHf3lVuiWy4ywk54/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D5FeJRFWH1wEHf3lVuiWy4ywk54/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D5FeJRFWH1wEHf3lVuiWy4ywk54/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D5FeJRFWH1wEHf3lVuiWy4ywk54/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It’s always an aim of any blogger to increase his blog traffic day by day. I started my blog about 18 months back and have followed some great tips to try and make it known in the internet world. Follow some of the tips mentioned below to anticipate an increase in traffic which I am using or have used..1. Visualize yourself to be the audience of your blog/site and anticipate what readers would &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/7YwEk5pDxWM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-tips-to-attract-traffic-to-your.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UEQnw7fip7ImA9WxdWGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-2325712834428122861</id><published>2008-07-12T11:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:10:03.206+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T11:10:03.206+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indian History" /><title>India at 60</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/2325712834428122861/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=2325712834428122861&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/2325712834428122861?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/2325712834428122861?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/GUWzskLosEg/india-at-60.html" title="India at 60" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8YfuYqxVn_daWDRfc1z0_oVOR6o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8YfuYqxVn_daWDRfc1z0_oVOR6o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8YfuYqxVn_daWDRfc1z0_oVOR6o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8YfuYqxVn_daWDRfc1z0_oVOR6o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Is this what India dreamt of, after 60 years independence, did we achieve what we dreamt of?India was centuries ago known as the ‘Golden Bird’ and consequently knowing this the whole world ran towards the country trying to grab a share of the pie. Starting from the Mughals to the Britishers, they had it all and what was left for the people here could be only imagined. What was built by Mughals &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/GUWzskLosEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2008/07/india-at-60.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRHw-eip7ImA9WxdSFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-3964235571847849016</id><published>2008-05-25T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:14:45.252+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-25T01:14:45.252+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Local train" /><title>Day of Life in Mumbai - 2</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/3964235571847849016/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=3964235571847849016&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/3964235571847849016?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/3964235571847849016?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/a42YwL4c1Zw/day-of-life-in-mumbai-2.html" title="Day of Life in Mumbai - 2" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zWkHLJLY7I6CeNBzBsKJCVvrHe8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zWkHLJLY7I6CeNBzBsKJCVvrHe8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zWkHLJLY7I6CeNBzBsKJCVvrHe8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zWkHLJLY7I6CeNBzBsKJCVvrHe8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Words: 729Reading time : little above 3 minsOne fine evening, we were lucky enough to get a chance to return home early from a training session but even we didnt knew what was in store ahead..I  was with one of my colleagues, who also stays at Borivali, the last stop on the suburban local route for most of the trains. We found ourselves waiting for a train at Matunga, the station next to Dadar &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/a42YwL4c1Zw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-of-life-in-mumbai-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DSX09eyp7ImA9WxZaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-516966721940761281</id><published>2008-05-01T14:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:34:38.363+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-01T16:34:38.363+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beach" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel n Leisure" /><title>Alibaug</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/516966721940761281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=516966721940761281&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/516966721940761281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/516966721940761281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/7_Mfzn4Bygg/alibaug.html" title="Alibaug" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/SBmjhESLmkI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2AfcvlyO1W8/s72-c/100_0070.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_D8XIIpNZDx_igSVDRNCGtSEn54/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_D8XIIpNZDx_igSVDRNCGtSEn54/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Alibaug was more of a being together with friends rather than a more relaxing trip" - Amit, Colleague "I had never experienced so many emotions in a such a short span, that when we started the trip there was excitement and happy ness, but when  it ended I felt as if something close to my heart was ending" - Jaypreet, ColleagueTotal Words: 537 words Estimated reading time: 2 mins 14 secsAlibaug, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/7_Mfzn4Bygg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2008/05/alibaug.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBRng6fyp7ImA9WxZSFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-6255018468904487904</id><published>2008-01-29T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:09:17.617+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-29T01:09:17.617+05:30</app:edited><title>Anger management</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/6255018468904487904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=6255018468904487904&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/6255018468904487904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/6255018468904487904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/SfJhGEQcPow/anger-management.html" title="Anger management" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T9JBTgwpd4-lwdnuqmSfq1mWNhk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T9JBTgwpd4-lwdnuqmSfq1mWNhk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Bee, a small creature teaches a lot to the human kindTotal Words: 384 Reading time: 1 min 36 secsAnger is one thing which a human brings with himself right from birth. The only difference between two people would be the degree to which each person can control their anger before doing a 'blitz kreig' or say, can reach their threshold of being patient.  A human, when he gets angry, does not &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/SfJhGEQcPow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2008/01/anger-management.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MQno9fSp7ImA9WxZTEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-7803823300561061685</id><published>2008-01-11T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:01:23.465+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-11T15:01:23.465+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog tips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Width of blog" /><title>Change the width of your blog</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/7803823300561061685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=7803823300561061685&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/7803823300561061685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/7803823300561061685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/7FwMKjgU0Ig/change-width-of-your-blog.html" title="Change the width of your blog" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A99goNa4Ucd0iqv5B3jNipg0xvc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A99goNa4Ucd0iqv5B3jNipg0xvc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A99goNa4Ucd0iqv5B3jNipg0xvc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A99goNa4Ucd0iqv5B3jNipg0xvc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Changing the width of your blog in Blogger new is very easy, only with some logical calculations. Traditional blog widths are basically made to suit 800x600 screen resolutions, but you can easily intercept them to change the width of your blogHeres a small lesson on how to change the width of your blog:Before changing the existing template, save the template by clicking the 'Download existing &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/7FwMKjgU0Ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2008/01/change-width-of-your-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4BRHk7eip7ImA9WB9bE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-2424332482857014622</id><published>2007-12-22T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:45:55.702+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-23T00:45:55.702+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diveagar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beach" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel n Leisure" /><title>Diveagar</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/2424332482857014622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=2424332482857014622&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/2424332482857014622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/2424332482857014622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/GfsflfI9i7o/diveagar.html" title="Diveagar" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vLIRao7F851aw25yZEMgXehr8jc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vLIRao7F851aw25yZEMgXehr8jc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vLIRao7F851aw25yZEMgXehr8jc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vLIRao7F851aw25yZEMgXehr8jc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Total Words: 810 Time required: 3 mins 22 secsCheck out the slide show on diveagar snaps.. also at My Picassa Web albumsI would term this beach as a "Heaven on Earth". Frankly speaking, it was difficult to first grab the name of this place when one of our friends came to us and told about this beach, about two years back. The immediate reaction was to go out and explore this awesome place. And &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/GfsflfI9i7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/12/diveagar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFRnw4eip7ImA9WB9VEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-1992915889703831915</id><published>2007-11-22T23:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:56:57.232+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-27T23:56:57.232+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Borivali Platform No.8" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Local train" /><title>Walk the extra mile..</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/1992915889703831915/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=1992915889703831915&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1992915889703831915?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1992915889703831915?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/EW1LRIJq_8U/walk-extra-mile.html" title="Walk the extra mile.." /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/R0sH8sDImdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DeTB-nOFB6k/s72-c/sa.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xOA4mhk3aAFYhMjjz_yTK4PPbFw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xOA4mhk3aAFYhMjjz_yTK4PPbFw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Total Words: 476 Reading Time: 2 mins 39 secsIt all starts with the train slowing down well before the Borivali station, which gives the slightest of indications that the train might eventually land up on the Platform No. 8 at Borivali. The faces of the people traveling from the past one hour and having being at work whole day, start showing that irritating nature but actually cant do anything &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/EW1LRIJq_8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/11/walk-extra-mile.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMR3Y6fip7ImA9WB9bE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-5546105822869186391</id><published>2007-11-03T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:43:06.816+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-23T00:43:06.816+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hill Station" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matheran" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel n Leisure" /><title>Trip to Matheran..</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/5546105822869186391/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=5546105822869186391&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/5546105822869186391?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/5546105822869186391?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/NdMkEXVyJvA/trip-to-matheran.html" title="Trip to Matheran.." /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/RyuK6yhKywI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wtBYZif49Kk/s72-c/we.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cYIHheRiOHy-ol2ZqJOpdHj5ZiA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cYIHheRiOHy-ol2ZqJOpdHj5ZiA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cYIHheRiOHy-ol2ZqJOpdHj5ZiA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cYIHheRiOHy-ol2ZqJOpdHj5ZiA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Words: 928 Reading Time: 3 mins 55 secsIts always a happy mode when a student finishes his week long of tense exams and what could be more relieving than a trip plan to Matheran.. the heaven situated just 100 kms from Mumbai. We, students at our college, decided to go for a trip after which all of them will go for one more stint in the corporate lives with an internship in respective companies. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/NdMkEXVyJvA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/11/trip-to-matheran.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ABSH4-fyp7ImA9WB9TFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-8651332558225039642</id><published>2007-09-23T23:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:52:39.057+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-23T23:52:39.057+05:30</app:edited><title>Yuvraj Strikes and strikes heavy</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/8651332558225039642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=8651332558225039642&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/8651332558225039642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/8651332558225039642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/BSmwahQAEXw/yuvraj-strikes-and-strikes-heavy.html" title="Yuvraj Strikes and strikes heavy" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_yp3hmybLtHMtQnvJw_9RRAeUNE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_yp3hmybLtHMtQnvJw_9RRAeUNE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Watching Yuvraj play against England that day was like a dream!! He was on fire and the ball was flying everywhere on the ground. No fielder could do anything..the ball just kept flying over.. Awesome video.. Goes into the books with style..&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/BSmwahQAEXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/09/yuvraj-strikes-and-strikes-heavy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MQ34ycSp7ImA9WB9VF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-6135880881385312375</id><published>2007-09-12T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:26:22.099+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-04T23:26:22.099+05:30</app:edited><title>A day of life in Mumbai..</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/6135880881385312375/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=6135880881385312375&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/6135880881385312375?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/6135880881385312375?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/l7cohZmGnlY/day-of-life-in-mumbai.html" title="A day of life in Mumbai.." /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/RyTijyhKyqI/AAAAAAAAADE/Fbz3AC2ZuTU/s72-c/DowntownBombay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MWUK6OWZ9q02LXF2Gub-rLRSo-4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MWUK6OWZ9q02LXF2Gub-rLRSo-4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MWUK6OWZ9q02LXF2Gub-rLRSo-4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MWUK6OWZ9q02LXF2Gub-rLRSo-4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Words: 901 Reading Time: 3 mins 45 secsMy day in Mumbai begins with the Nokia phone besides my pillow ringing in full volume to try and break that beautiful sleep and dream in progress. With an irritating chime to wake me up from the weirdest sleep, i scamper around to search that disturbing sound. The moment I snooze the alarm, my eyes are again shut with the thoughts that i will get up in 5 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/l7cohZmGnlY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-of-life-in-mumbai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICQX07eip7ImA9WB5bFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-58322033794322469</id><published>2007-08-31T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:52:40.302+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-31T23:52:40.302+05:30</app:edited><title>Be a pencil...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/58322033794322469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=58322033794322469&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/58322033794322469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/58322033794322469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/2oP9f2iTI4k/be-pencil.html" title="Be a pencil..." /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/RthcTjlUQpI/AAAAAAAAACc/K9VBdqPlGEQ/s72-c/pencil.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/82uUBWwbLXQhCyxU2z7mZTvGXnY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/82uUBWwbLXQhCyxU2z7mZTvGXnY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/82uUBWwbLXQhCyxU2z7mZTvGXnY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/82uUBWwbLXQhCyxU2z7mZTvGXnY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I would like to post a story about a small boy and his grandmother, with his grandmother suggesting him to be like a pencil..This story was discussed by a prof of ours and with due respect and no intention to harm the author of the original story, i would list the qualities of pencil here..The Grandmother wanted the boy to be like a pencil.. the qualities of it..1st : You are capable of great &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/2oP9f2iTI4k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-pencil.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQBRXo-eSp7ImA9WB5XEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-7648104959516976829</id><published>2007-07-12T16:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:22:34.451+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-12T19:22:34.451+05:30</app:edited><title>Devil's Workshop...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/7648104959516976829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=7648104959516976829&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/7648104959516976829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/7648104959516976829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/9PeZqTHeZhM/devils-workshop.html" title="Devil's Workshop..." /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/RpYQiP7vkuI/AAAAAAAAACI/-xFi-GSunwo/s72-c/cooltext60324766.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kPEv9ikUMO2_zb7TbVTYbn3GUVw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kPEv9ikUMO2_zb7TbVTYbn3GUVw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kPEv9ikUMO2_zb7TbVTYbn3GUVw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kPEv9ikUMO2_zb7TbVTYbn3GUVw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The human mind never stops working. It keeps churning out some odd, some good thoughts all the time 24*7*365. Even when you are sleeping the mind has its own workshop churning out thoughts in the form of dreams. These thoughts are not at intentional but if one is bound to think and ponder on it, the thoughts may be seriously affective on ones behaviour.... The label hence "Empty minds are Devils &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/9PeZqTHeZhM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/07/devils-workshop.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGR386eip7ImA9WB5XEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-5864666742064274885</id><published>2007-07-04T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:35:26.112+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-12T09:35:26.112+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deja vu" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intuitions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sixth sense" /><title>Sixth Sense</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/5864666742064274885/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=5864666742064274885&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/5864666742064274885?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/5864666742064274885?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/WFTiIqYR8uk/sixth-sense.html" title="Sixth Sense" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/RpWoLf7vkrI/AAAAAAAAABw/Jgq38aBi2YU/s72-c/cooltext60325319.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YYrfiXanT2uEj-9n1b4JWtT32XE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YYrfiXanT2uEj-9n1b4JWtT32XE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YYrfiXanT2uEj-9n1b4JWtT32XE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YYrfiXanT2uEj-9n1b4JWtT32XE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;People say many people in this world have been blessed with the sixth sense, especially women. Sixth sense would in short mean the intuition of things that can happen in near future. Remember Final Destination I, II &amp;amp; III.. all based on intuitions i.e. sixth sense. This is something which cannot be developed but can it be nutured to make efficient utilisation of it ? or why does actually a person&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/WFTiIqYR8uk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/07/sixth-sense.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDQ3o-fip7ImA9WB5XEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-6661884550185673987</id><published>2007-04-12T13:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:36:12.456+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-12T09:36:12.456+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trust" /><title>Trust..</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/6661884550185673987/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=6661884550185673987&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/6661884550185673987?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/6661884550185673987?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/-2zrJH57d8o/trust.html" title="Trust.." /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/RkA46QGH2YI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ulru7-airHk/s72-c/trust2.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6p-UfsWg3cCPw6UmoCQ7cNMFW_U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6p-UfsWg3cCPw6UmoCQ7cNMFW_U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6p-UfsWg3cCPw6UmoCQ7cNMFW_U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6p-UfsWg3cCPw6UmoCQ7cNMFW_U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Let me start this post by saying that 'Man is a social animal'. Well, that produces a very big base for me to write on but would like to write on 'Trust' - the perceptional thing present in the minds of the people that very much helpsin keeping persons together. A person might be very social but intuitively maintins a respective trust level with all of them. He might hold loads or high levels of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/-2zrJH57d8o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/04/trust.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMQn87fip7ImA9WB5XEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578060719755506693.post-1104316730614891708</id><published>2007-03-25T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:38:03.106+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-12T09:38:03.106+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feelings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Need" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Power" /><title>Need, Its Power &amp; the Feelings</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/feeds/1104316730614891708/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578060719755506693&amp;postID=1104316730614891708&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1104316730614891708?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578060719755506693/posts/default/1104316730614891708?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~3/kYZfcDmUfDY/need-its-power-feelings.html" title="Need, Its Power &amp; the Feelings" /><author><name>Chirag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323126897623826043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/Rt_TyTlUQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/HbfXsC__4sg/s200/csm9.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwdPOivdCR8/RpWo9_7vksI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1ZMw49M4UsU/s72-c/cooltext60324918.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wmoFmfXmOR8dEPUq5aPMoBvoZw0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wmoFmfXmOR8dEPUq5aPMoBvoZw0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wmoFmfXmOR8dEPUq5aPMoBvoZw0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wmoFmfXmOR8dEPUq5aPMoBvoZw0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As humans, we always have a need.. everytime we fulfill our basic needs, we always crave for higher n higher needs.. Need can defined as the 'physiological or pyschological requirement for the well-being of an organism'. I would define every need as possessing some strange power hidden within. Power, in this case, would be the power of this need that can affect the feelings of a human. This power&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TingeOfDeliberation/~4/kYZfcDmUfDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://chiragsm.blogspot.com/2007/03/need-its-power-feelings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

