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But the hot new starter is minke whale sashimi with wasabi crust and a shot of ginger tea on the side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It's traditional food made in a modern way," says chef Ulrich Jahn, who is now perfecting whale ceviche -- raw, thinly carved slices marinated in lime juice, lemon grass and garlic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The recipes are mouthwatering to Gunnar Bergmann Jonsson, the man on a mission to introduce whale meat to a new generation of prosperous Icelanders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SM-9hESV5NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AfnAnIZz4L0/s320/whale-meat-obtained-by-greenpe-2.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246620466693924050" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a 20-year ban on commercial whaling, Iceland in 2006 resumed limited hunting of minke whale, one of the smallest and most numerous of the main whale species. Mr. Jonsson is the sole landlubber at the country's only licensed whaling company, Hrefnuveidimenn ehf. Marketing is among his many tasks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the marketing for it remains a challenge, especially to the younger generation. Iceland and Japan are among the few countries that still hunt whales amid global opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read on about this interesting story &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122031777512289251.html?mod=hpp_us_inside_today&amp;amp;mod=livemint"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-6820346614224088010?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/moby-dick-on-stick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SM--TU5bzxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9KoDpcx2R4g/s72-c/Minke+whale+harpooned.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-2623167355555975653</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-16T19:12:15.540+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Events</category><title>TATA NEN -- Hottest start-ups</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SM-26ijFfEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0Yi1o-1Vbes/s1600-h/banner_hottest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SM-26ijFfEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0Yi1o-1Vbes/s320/banner_hottest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246613207732550722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;In its search for the most innovative start-ups in India, the National Entrepreneurship Network (NEN) in association with the Tata group has launched the Tata NEN Hottest Startups awards. In a first of its kind contest, winners will be chosen through a public voting process, rather than a panel of experts. The voting begins today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Some of the startups include&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Seventymm, MobiYard, oCricket, Stylus, Lucifer Lights, MobiLearnTV, Rupeetalk, The Loot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Check out the competition site (&lt;a href="http://www.hotteststartups.in"&gt;www.hotteststartups.in&lt;/a&gt;) for more details. on the complete list of nominations, reviewing experts, nominee profiles, and ratings and additional entrepreneurial resources. The site is indeed a well of knowledge and creative ideas, even for the non-participants. I personally like the sections -- Knowledge bank, Bright ideas and Fun Box, among others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-2623167355555975653?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/tata-nen-hottest-start-ups.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SM-26ijFfEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0Yi1o-1Vbes/s72-c/banner_hottest.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-9168110398041601692</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-07T20:01:05.327+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ads</category><title>Unique Story Proposition -- the new USP</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SMPlEzM_cpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iGbCvqASqs0/s1600-h/trd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SMPlEzM_cpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iGbCvqASqs0/s320/trd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243286261816324754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Advertising works in today's interactive world if it tells interesting stories that resonate with the viewer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;Forget the hard sell. Advertising works in today’s interactive world if it tells interesting stories that resonate with the viewer and don’t bore her even after repeated airings. Still, the ad man as a storyteller is a role rife with dichotomies: is it possible to be a friend of the viewer and also sell to her? Besides, if stories are usually equated with fiction, can they be truthful—without the hyperbole and posturings of being eco-conscious, or socially responsible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;Paul Woolmington, co-founder, Naked Communications, tells me the word storytelling does not mean ad men are creating fiction; instead, it is about how messaging evolves and builds engaging consumers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;Woolmington’s point: Today, brands stand nude in front of the consumer than ever before, requiring changes in the way we communicate. With infinite channel choices and new media, a one dimensional world of push communications has to make way for four-dimensional storytelling where the agency, or the advertiser cedes control of the message to the consumer. These stories need to be rooted in an authentic base and dialogue, but play out in a non-traditional, non-linear way. Thus, marketing moves away from being a mere hawker when consumers are an integral part of the dialogue, he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;Ad pundits say that the story should be born from the brand’s raison d’etre. There’s a unique story (not selling) proposition (USP), which every piece of communication should cue into, they say. Pepsi’s stories, for instance, are about change. The pundits add that customers, stakeholders, employees, distributors and others should co-write the brand story and take it forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;The brand’s story need not always be told. It’s usually experienced at each and every point of consumer contact: packaging, retail and service. Genuine product promise and innovation, not advertising, made Bodyshop an iconic brand. Its parallel in the digital world could be Google, recently voted as the most reputed company in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;More importantly, the brand story must never appear false, or contradictory. Unilever’s Dove tells a great story of real beauty, though online talk that the ads used touch-up artists did cause some dissonance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;A classic story should be built on enduring brand values, but capable of entertaining and surprising—with twists in the tale and space for creative change. I’ve loved the ongoing brand stories of Apple, Nike, Adidas, Fevicol, Matrix, Cadbury…all high on USP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;Above all, a great story should move you enough to open your purse—after unlocking your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.livemint.com/Articles/2008/09/03000523/A-true-brand-story-and-it82.html"&gt;Marion Arathoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-9168110398041601692?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/unique-story-proposition-new-usp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SMPlEzM_cpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iGbCvqASqs0/s72-c/trd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-334961403251769654</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T02:13:16.562+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marketing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ads</category><title>Fight For Kisses</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well-o-well! You gotta check out this viral, which has climbed up in my personal favourites list. It's a commercial for Wilkinson Quattro Titanium blades, launched in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated brilliantly, it tells about how there's always a &lt;a href="http://www.ffk-wilkinson.com/intl/"&gt;fight for the kisses&lt;/a&gt;, from the lady in the house, between her baby and her husband. You definitely gotta watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/pVp-gBv_JYI" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/pVp-gBv_JYI" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-334961403251769654?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/fight-for-kisses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-4223289189909178387</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T00:17:24.292+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marketing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ads</category><title>Mardaangiri</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SMAonVjZn5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HWrZZ0VgCno/s1600-h/mardbachaoandolan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SMAonVjZn5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HWrZZ0VgCno/s320/mardbachaoandolan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242234622524891026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, as one of the takeaways from the Marketing Summit mentioned in the post below, is the newest definition of MBA -- Mard Bachao Andolan. This is a pseudo public service ad featuring Sanjay Dutt, lashing out at metrosexuals and urging the Indian men to be more 'manly'. It is actually a surrogate ad for Haywards 5000 beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haywards 5000 has initiated a &lt;a href="http://mardangiri.com/"&gt;Mard Bachao Andolan&lt;/a&gt;, whose objective is to rescue Indian men from the jaws of sissy drinks, coloured hair, pomeranian dogs, salsa, cooking Thai food, etc. Good luck to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/MyNj_veX6O8" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/MyNj_veX6O8" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5355a18c5dfb4959" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH0-rTrky3l2PM8FkZ2dczVGHA7xQO3pM9lijkVzPiJ8HHjoHta2AXxV3qTCHyvcFqzKwF2DHRcXSQ0pcWk5AzafImgxi0G93_bE4BIuelhqaiV7PTZVE7g9bMUdXgTLKiVk71ZX_JKj6-Pkkk1Yztbi0jl8wpKB_HCWsL1zV68ScedDxO2ufs4zJlddQBBo4gPSLb8w4dPXJn3dBs6Q9wGq%26sigh%3DWpiT0jdPwo6kJczKiw96ZQkA4Ps%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5355a18c5dfb4959%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DbFf1_3SvgToauoqvDr5KQ9hMqfQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-4223289189909178387?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5355a18c5dfb4959&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/mardaangiri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SMAonVjZn5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HWrZZ0VgCno/s72-c/mardbachaoandolan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-4897119786426341700</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-03T04:15:23.239+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marketing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>I won!!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my favourite quotes is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When was the last time you did something for the first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to that would be August 29, 2008. Today, I won a cash prize worth Rs. 10, 000/- for the first time in my life! I have won numerous prizes in quizzing and dumb charades but never a cash prize. I have won all sort of things from a fish bowl to CDs to gift vouchers to blessings but a cash prize had always eluded me somehow. It was a very weird feeling till now when I used to see people -- juniors as well as seniors, walking away with all the moolah. But thankfully, the jinx is broken now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who care to know what did I win the prize for ... well, it was the annual Marketing Summit &amp;amp; National Level Paper Writing Contest at IMI, Delhi called &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imi.edu/Uploads/News/Srijan.pdf"&gt;Srijan'08&lt;/a&gt;. The title of my research paper was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Innovations in Sales &amp;amp; Distribution"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jinhe naaz hai voh kahan hain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-4897119786426341700?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-won.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-4156684636416800170</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T23:07:57.566+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art</category><title>1984 in 1954</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Check out these front and back book covers for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nineteen_Eighty-Four"&gt;1984&lt;/a&gt; on Amazon, posted by David Rolfe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SGPRDdhaUjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gZ-fSEMcp9g/s1600-h/1984-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SGPRDdhaUjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gZ-fSEMcp9g/s400/1984-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216242650819744306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are from the 1954 Signet (#S798) paperback edition, and are quite unlike the covers for any other editions that I've seen for Orwell's most well-known novel, which tend toward minimalism, with the numerical title almost always taking up the majority of the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SGPRDnXhpNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/436G4hrmSuM/s1600-h/1984-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SGPRDnXhpNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/436G4hrmSuM/s400/1984-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216242653462635730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In case you can't read the over-the-top text on the back cover (which manages to not mention Winston Smith, Julia, O'Brien, Room 101, Ingsoc, or Oceania), here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Which One Will YOU Be In the Year 1984?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There won't be much choice, of course, if this book's predictions turn out to be true. But you'll probably become one of the following four types:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Proletarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Considered inferior and kept in total ignorance, you'll be fed lies from the Ministry of Truth, eliminated upon signs of promse of ability!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Police Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Chosen for lack of intelligence but superior brawn, you'll be suspicious of everyone and be ready to give your life for Big Brother, the leader you've never even seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Party Member: Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Face-less, mind-less, a flesh-and-blood robot with a push-button brain, you're denied love by law, taught hate by the flick of a switch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Party Member: Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--A member of the Anti-Sex League from birth, your duty will be to smother all human emotion, and your children might not be your husband's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unbelievable? You'll feel differently after you've read this best-selling book of forbidden love and terror in a world many of us may live to see!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. -- Note the button on the girl's shirt: 'AntiSex League.' Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://jlundberg.livejournal.com/580117.html"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-4156684636416800170?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/1984-in-1954.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SGPRDdhaUjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gZ-fSEMcp9g/s72-c/1984-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-3172873655105615170</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-25T13:51:10.365+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Branding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marketing</category><title>Positioning paradox</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post deals with the power of simplicity in marketing and explains some important terms in marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The superstars in branding are the ones who have cracked the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“positioning paradox”&lt;/span&gt;. The positioning paradox says that in branding, the more features you show, the less you are seen. The more details you provide, the more vaguely you communicate. The more directions you give, the harder it is to be located. The higher the number, the lower the value. That’s why it’s called a paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amateurs are afraid to leave even a single feature or benefit on the table, fearing they’ll lose some corner of the market. So they say everything, and communicate nothing. It’s the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“bed of nails” effect&lt;/span&gt; in reverse. A bed with a single nail sticking out will penetrate the second you lie down. But a thousand nails can’t penetrate anything. The pressure of each nail is completely diffused by all the others around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positioning paradox is also behind many other axioms. For example, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“least number of words” principle&lt;/span&gt;. Generally, the shorter and crisper the expression of the core idea, the greater the impact. Messaging can be shorter and crisper when the idea is singular: ADP—the payroll company; Rolex—the luxury watch; Duracell—the longest-lasting battery, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all common sense. But still many companies fail to realize that and deluge its audience with heavy showers of mindless 'extra' information, losing the main message they want to convey. Thus, apt is the conclusion that &lt;a href="http://www.livemint.com/2008/06/24230827/The-simplest-message-wins.html"&gt;the simplest message wins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-3172873655105615170?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/positioning-paradox.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-8227559084114190936</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-22T09:15:02.929+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Science and Technology</category><title>Evolution of Gmail Chat</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SF3KF1IkHQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pOa7u9TdnWw/s1600-h/chat_callout.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SF3KF1IkHQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pOa7u9TdnWw/s400/chat_callout.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214546145076059394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it's always good to read about what goes inside the world's biggest facilitator amongst all the Web 2.0 companies -- the inveterate Google. So, here comes the confessions, the insider stories and usable technology ideas, straight from the horse's mouth i.e. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the official Google blog.&lt;/span&gt; Read &lt;a href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/evolution-of-gmail-chat.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out about the evolution of Gmail chat -- how it is a result of very obvious and simple design ideas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-8227559084114190936?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/evolution-of-gmail-chat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SF3KF1IkHQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pOa7u9TdnWw/s72-c/chat_callout.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-4571850147987536830</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T22:54:43.918+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art</category><title>The Google Saree</title><description>Satya Paul adds a new dimension to search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SF01_l5vsMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HSLa_8k2yvU/s1600-h/google-saree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SF01_l5vsMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HSLa_8k2yvU/s400/google-saree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214383310187245762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there wasn’t a kid behind wearing Yahoo boxer shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Source: &lt;a href="http://indiauncut.com/iublog/article/the-google-saree/"&gt;Who else&lt;/a&gt;?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-4571850147987536830?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/google-saree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SF01_l5vsMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HSLa_8k2yvU/s72-c/google-saree.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-4683705417565316975</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T22:17:31.338+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">News</category><title>Contract cheating</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;British students are using Indian expertise in information technology to complete their course assignments by posting them on outsourcing websites and buying the completed coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called “contract cheating” in academic circles, lecturers in computing department in universities are in a tizzy since such coursework is of high quality and difficult to detect through normal plagiarism detection software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students pay amounts ranging from £5 to 50 for the completed coursework that they then pass off as their own work and gain their degrees. The trend is particularly seen in IT courses, in which students need to write programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the power of outsourcing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full story &lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/story/325523.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-4683705417565316975?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/contract-cheating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-1386296237972959495</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T22:08:02.676+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Method in madness</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it's been a long time that I blogged. A lot of movement has taken place and lots have happened. Writing about everything is not possible and not consequential either. So, just a few basic updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; I'm back in Delhi, after spending 2 lovely months in Chennai -- the place where I started this blog! In between, I spent a week in Chandigarh, at home. The 2nd year of MBA at IIFT is about to start in a couple of days and the madness is about to begin again. How I wish that there were no more of studies! But anyhow, I can't help it and have to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved to the new hostel and boy oh boy, it was painful to shift all my belongings to the new room and then set it up. But now it's done, almost everything's in order. The new room is far better than the room of the old hostel and is the only good part thus far. Hence worth the pain to set it up. So, I'm all geared up to face the next war! Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-1386296237972959495?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/method-in-madness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-3668375387381138260</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T22:09:18.216+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Sisters &amp; brothers</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have a sibling. Did I miss having one? Not particularly. Being the lone child, I'm the pampered one. I got all the love &amp;amp; affection my parents could give. I got almost everything what was reasonable to ask for. I fared well in academics as well as in extra-curricular activities. But for long, I didn't have any body to share things which you wouldn't normally share with your parents. I had a good friend circle but still it wasn't close enough to penetrate my thoughts -- me being a typical Cancerian. I mostly tried to figure out everything by my self. Be it issues related to life, adolescence, family fights, studies, comics -- anything and everything. My parents were there for me always, all the time. And I just loved the growing up period. I used to hang out with my father for a very long time. For shopping, for a cup of coffee, even for a walk beside the lake, I went out with my dad! We shared an amazing chemistry. And mom was there to put us right back on earth when we both of us shopped too extravagantly or didn't get something to suit her tastes. That was just so much fun. So, I never really missed having a brother or a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily, I have a few cousins with whom I spent many of my school vacations. Out of them, I have 3 loving sisters. And I love them all. Today, the youngest one -- A, chatted with me for the first time on Google Talk. She had added me a few days ago on Orkut (with a caution though -- not to tell her mom about it). She used all the short words in vogue today and the related lingo. I kind of enjoyed it. Before this we had never really 'talked' with each other apart from the usual bro-sis talks in front of relatives -- &lt;em&gt;Hi, how're you? How're studies? Exams? Work? Job theek hai na? Aur mujhe kya karna chahiye? Kuch guide karo na bhaiya...&lt;/em&gt; Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, we talked something different. She asked me whether I remember her birthday or not. I quickly checked up on her Orkut profile and blurted out the date to her surprise. I later found out that she's turning 18 years next month. I was taken aback for a moment. She! My little sister has grown up to 18! Man. I calculated my age and suddenly felt old -- turning 25 years in a couple of months! Anyway, she wanted to talk. And so we did. You might have already guessed. She told me about her boyfriend on my constant query. She was hesitant first but then poured her feelings like anything. 2 boyfriends, one whom she loves, one who loves her, 1 year into it. Advice bhaiya, advice! Well, feeling happy that she could trust me for not telling about all this to her mom, I gave her some advice (actually, in these matters, no advice works and it is quite pointless but anyway). Before she could even thank me or ask some more, her mom came nearby and she quickly logged off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought what would it have been to have a sister. I had previously had such long talks with my other cousin sister, another A. We'll leave this for future musings though. But something happened today. I don't know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-3668375387381138260?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/sisters-brothers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-4977298404850894513</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-04T01:32:58.112+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Events</category><title>Are there any alternative pronunciations?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SEWiNQSSwKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BxBEoNHERGs/s1600-h/Sameer+Mishra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207746892717539490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SEWiNQSSwKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BxBEoNHERGs/s320/Sameer+Mishra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we Indians have a way with words, even if the rest of the (western) world thinks otherwise. ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sameer Mishra, a 13-year old boy of Indian origin, has won the title at the 2008 &lt;a href="http://www.spellingbee.com/"&gt;Scripps National Spelling Bee&lt;/a&gt;, as reported &lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2008/06/01/stories/2008060157242000.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He correctly spelt the word &lt;em&gt;guerdon&lt;/em&gt; -- meaning 'something that has different language roots'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I keenly watch this contest whenever it comes on TV. This is the story for the past several years. I also take pride in the fact that my spelling sense isn't that bad and wish (still) that something of this sort should be there in India as well. I just love this show. And what amazes me is the cornucopia of wordpower which these lads have. Every year, Indians rule the roost over there. If you have watched this show, you'll understand the part when the participants ask the judges in their heavy accents, rolling their tongues: &lt;em&gt;'Are there any a(w)lter(r)native pronunciations?'&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'May I have the language of origin please.'&lt;/em&gt; Then they go on to spell even the toughest words you could ever think of, with utmost ease -- A-P-P-O-G-G-I-A-T-U-R-A. Ha! It's damn interesting. That's what Anurag Kashyap spelt to win the 2005 contest by the way. How I wish to participate in one of these contests ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-4977298404850894513?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-there-any-alternative.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SEWiNQSSwKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BxBEoNHERGs/s72-c/Sameer+Mishra.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-3426976960978973556</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-04T01:00:39.788+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><title>Bhatt on AB, SRK, Aamir</title><description>&lt;em&gt;Talent&lt;/em&gt; -- Mahesh Bhatt, on being asked what Emraan Hashmi had that Amitabh Bachchan, Shah Rukh Khan and Aamir Khan didn’t. &lt;em&gt;(as reported by ToI on June 1, 2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-3426976960978973556?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/bhatt-on-ab-srk-aamir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-8805097416963904355</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-04T00:49:58.663+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marketing</category><title>Zerostock -- Retail Innovation</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Imagine a men’s apparel store… where no stock is available! A Hyderabad-based retailer began &lt;em&gt;Zerostock&lt;/em&gt; early this year, a concept which centralises the inventory process. This is how you shop – you go into any of their stores, try out the sample clothing on display and select one – and later, the apparel is dispatched to the customer within a specified time from their centralised warehouse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The USP, will be in the cutting of cost of maintaining inventories for each store, of sourcing products on demand – all to keep overheads low. &lt;strong&gt;Cornerstone&lt;/strong&gt;, is the brand of men’s wear they sell and the plan is to open 300 stores across the country by year end. The customer’s benefit through the prices, that will be significantly lower, without overheads and real estate costs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Some cost cutting, eh? But will it work? Isn't shopping an impulsive decision (many times)? Would you like to wait for a shirt or a trouser you saw 1 or 2 days ago? How much of the cost saved due to zero inventory would be passed on to the consumer? All these questions need to be answered before it enters the big league. I also heard that they offer clothes in 11 sizes -- right from 29 to 46 (with odd sizes like 33/35 as well)! The concept looks good to me. Let's see if it works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(Story source: &lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/rp/2008/06/01/stories/2008060150040100.htm"&gt;The Hindu&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-8805097416963904355?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/06/zerostock-retail-innovation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-5765746578547195450</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-27T19:22:29.086+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cricket</category><title>Quote of the day</title><description>&lt;em&gt;"This system is new for all of us. Now that we have played one season in the new format, next season we will play better."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Sourav Ganguly, &lt;a href="http://cricket.zeenews.com/all_quotes.asp"&gt;reviewing&lt;/a&gt; the Kolkata Knight Riders’ performance in the IPL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-5765746578547195450?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote-of-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-387767298521230146</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-25T16:39:28.399+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumbai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cities</category><title>Slum tourism</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDlIAdTFgFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VMZCWB9hzuI/s1600-h/09heads600_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204270017105199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDlIAdTFgFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VMZCWB9hzuI/s320/09heads600_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday, The Times of India carried &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/3049927.cms"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; very interesting piece on slum tours &lt;em&gt;(Dharavi through a peephole)&lt;/em&gt;. It came as a shocker. It raises a lot of issues about such tours and their feasibility. Is it simply tourism or voyeurism -- into poor people's lives? However, one thing is for sure. It'll give you jitters. It'll lay bare the naked truth about all the development taking place in the middle-class India. How sensible are we to the realities of life? We can't live without such people. We need them to wash our clothes, utensils, do odd jobs for us. But we don't want them on the city scape. We would like them to go, live somewhere far from the locales of the city. Howsoever far that may be or howsoever painstaking the daily travel may be, it's not our headache. Read this piece to get shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Related stories:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Slum Visits: Tourism or Voyeurism? (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/09/travel/09heads.html?_r=1&amp;amp;8dpc&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Slum tours: a day trip too far? (&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/2006/may/07/delhi.india.ethicalliving?page=all"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-387767298521230146?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/slum-tourism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDlIAdTFgFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VMZCWB9hzuI/s72-c/09heads600_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-2166750482041300783</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T22:13:27.241+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><title>FESPACO -- the pan-African film &amp; TV festival</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week, the Alliance Francaise of Madras showcased a selection of award winning African movies. FESPACO, the Pan-African film and television festival, is the biggest, regular cultural event on the African continent. FESPACO was started in 1969, and is held every two years. At the end of the festival the grand prize of the mythical Yennenga Stallion is awarded to the best film. The Alliance Francaise of Madras in association with the Indo Cine Appreciation Forum presented four of the films that have previously won this prestigious award. I could see only two of them due to my engagements elsewhere -- Ali Zaoua &amp;amp; Sarraounia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali Zaoua: Prince of the Streets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDhy5tTFgEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dTN3tZYeiAY/s1600-h/Zaoua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204035705164365890" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDhy5tTFgEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dTN3tZYeiAY/s320/Zaoua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a 2000 Moroccan crime drama film directed by Nabil Ayouch about the homeless street children, who steal, fight, even kill for the sake of survival. It has won numerous awards, including the 2000 Stockholm Film Festival and 2000 Amiens International Film Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ali -- the movie's central character, Kwita, Omar and Boubker, are street children who wander the streets of Casablanca, sniffing glue. Ali is killed in a stone-fight by one of members of the rival gang, headed by deaf and dumb Dib. Now, the 3 remaining friends do whatever they can to give their friend a burial like a prince. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They even arrange for the robes of a sailor as Ali wanted to be a sailor who wanted to sail away to his fictitious island of two suns. Interspersed with rib-ticking dialogues and performances from the kids, some of whom are real life street urchins, and some thought-provoking scenes, the movie is a beautiful depiction of the street scene of Casablanca. It reminds me of the innocence found in most of the Iranian movies. However, the movie doesn't tell us what drove the kids to such a state in the first place. But it's definitely worth a watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarraounia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This 1986 film from Mauritania, by Med Hondo, is a powerful story about the historical Queen Sarraounia, a great leader of the Aznas' resistance against the French in 1899, after many other tribes had succumbed to the attack of the colonizing soldiers. It starts with an old man asking his friend to look after her daughter Sarraounia. The foster father not only looks after her, but also teaches her to use various weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of Chinua Achebe's much acclaimed novel, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Things_Fall_Apart"&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The European armies invade Africa, trying to spread their empire, are faced by a determined tribe of Sarraounia. The movie was intense and slightly long. Sarraounia's role as the warrior princess could have been given more air-time. But with its beautiful traditional music and visually appealing shots, you'll not forget the movie for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film, touted as 'the first African epic' by Le Monde, was featured at festivals in Montreal, San Francisco, Berlin, Moscow, Atlanta, and London, and won several awards at the annual African Film Festival at Ougadougou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining two movies which I couldn't see were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Tilaï&lt;/strong&gt; (1990) from Burkina Faso, directed by Idrissa Ouédraogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Guimba the Tyrant&lt;/strong&gt; (1995) from Mali, directed by Cheick Oumar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-2166750482041300783?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/fespaco-pan-african-film-tv-festival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDhy5tTFgEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dTN3tZYeiAY/s72-c/Zaoua.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-240406831239496450</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-25T00:41:06.626+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art</category><title>East Germany's Ampelman</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDhnntTFgCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m8P8aUim6SM/s1600-h/East+Germany%27s+Ampelman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204023301298815010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDhnntTFgCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m8P8aUim6SM/s320/East+Germany%27s+Ampelman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/art/2008/05/classics_of_everyday_design_no_40.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; nice piece on how a beloved relic of the former East Germany, the jolly Ampelman has guided children across the road since 1961.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-240406831239496450?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/east-germanys-ampelman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDhnntTFgCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m8P8aUim6SM/s72-c/East+Germany%27s+Ampelman.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-4176955477070392376</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-25T00:27:38.697+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Environment</category><title>India recycled</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read/see &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/gallery/2008/may/23/charity.shop.donations?picture=334286231"&gt;this interesting story &lt;/a&gt;, in pictures, of how clothes donated at UK charity shops can end up half way across the world, among pavement traders and tailoring shops in India, as well as the contrasting flow of recycled silk saris to the UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-4176955477070392376?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/india-recycled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-9174475670950551732</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-25T02:06:00.183+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cities</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Romancing in Saudi Arabia</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDcUCtTFgAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ml0qttMBOJU/s1600-h/Generation+faithful.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203649931201839106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDcUCtTFgAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ml0qttMBOJU/s320/Generation+faithful.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love is universal, they say. It can happen to the toughest as also the cruelest. It has no rules, no bars. But not in the Arab world. Read &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/12/world/middleeast/12saudi.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fascinating account of forbidden romance in the land of the Arabs where the young Saudis are vexed and entranced by love's rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nader al-Mutairi stiffened his shoulders, clenched his fists and said, “Let’s do our mission.” Then the young man stepped into the cool, empty lobby of a dental clinic, intent on getting the phone number of one of the young women working as a receptionist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203650244734451730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDcUU9TFgBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r6EQHgaYAmM/s320/12saudi_ms_600.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Enad al-Mutairi, left, shared a light moment with family members &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;including his cousin Yousef al-Mutairi, right, 22, at his grandfather's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;house in the village of Om Salem. Like many Saudi families, theirs is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;large and insular, and they have spent virtually all of their free time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;together since childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the West, youth is typically a time to challenge authority. But what stood out in dozens of interviews with young men and women here (Riyadh) was how completely they have accepted the religious and cultural demands of the Muslim world’s most conservative society. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you want to know what your wife looks like, look at her brother,” Nader said in defending the practice of marrying someone he had seen only once, briefly, as a child. That is the traditional Nader, who at times conflicts with the romantic Nader. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon his cellphone beeped, signaling a text message. Nader blushed, stuck his tongue out and turned slightly away to read the message, which came from “My Love.” He sneaks secret phone calls and messages with Sarah. When she calls, or writes a message, his phone flashes “My Love” over two interlocked red hearts. “I have a connection,” he said, quietly, as he read, explaining how Sarah manages to communicate with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudi traditions do not allow for romance between young, unmarried couples. There are many stories of young men and women secretly dating, falling in love, but being unable to tell their parents because they could never explain how they knew each other in the first place. One young couple said that after two years of secret dating they hired a matchmaker to arrange a phony introduction so their parents would think that was how they had met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[This is a part of the 4-article series, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Generation Faithful&lt;/span&gt;. Read all the articles here: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/13/world/middleeast/13girls.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/12/world/middleeast/12saudi.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/04/world/middleeast/04youth.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/17/world/middleeast/17youth.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-9174475670950551732?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/romancing-in-saudi-arabia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SDcUCtTFgAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ml0qttMBOJU/s72-c/Generation+faithful.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-2006250753492528293</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T02:55:14.977+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cricket</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marketing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ads</category><title>Enna rascala ... mind it! -- Dhoni style</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M. S. Dhoni, captain of the IPL Chennai Super Kings in the ongoing DLF Premier League, does an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shahrukh_Khan"&gt;SRK&lt;/a&gt; with this new Pepsi ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad starts with a voice: 'Dhoni, from Jharkhand'. But Dhoni, all transformed into a Southie star (cricketer) replies: 'Aieah! Yumm (Y)Ess Dhoni from Chennai ... mind it! &lt;em&gt;(amazingly rolling his tongue)&lt;/em&gt;.' Then he continues: 'All you fast bowler rascals, I have the bat, though you have the balls.' And what follows is the typical Rajnikanth fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad is for Pepsi's current campaign of Youngistaan and ends with Dhoni smilingly saying: 'Maaiiind it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hilarious ad. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8r7LlwyPY8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8r7LlwyPY8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-2006250753492528293?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/enna-rascala-mind-it-dhoni-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-2274785776287731152</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-25T02:02:35.251+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><title>The Lives of Others</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SCn5b_PyYMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NWxnk524rRI/s1600-h/13-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199961504005382338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SCn5b_PyYMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NWxnk524rRI/s320/13-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, I saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lives_of_Others"&gt;'The Lives of Others' &lt;/a&gt;(&lt;em&gt;original German: Das Leben der Anderen&lt;/em&gt;) -- a wonderful German movie, which won the 2007 Academy Award for the Best Foreign Language film. Directed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florian_Henckel_von_Donnersmarck"&gt;Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck &lt;/a&gt;(what an interesting name!), this movie is set in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_Democratic_Republic"&gt;East Germany (GDR)&lt;/a&gt; of 1984 when idealism and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socialist_state"&gt;socialism&lt;/a&gt; ruled the roost. It somehow reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nineteen_Eighty-Four"&gt;1984&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, George Orwell's acclaimed novel about life in an authoritarian regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ulrich_M%C3%BChe"&gt;Ulrich Mühe&lt;/a&gt; as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stasi"&gt;Stasi&lt;/a&gt; (GDR's secret police) Captain Wiesler (Code name: HGW XX/7) and beautiful &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martina_Gedeck"&gt;Martina Gedeck&lt;/a&gt; as the playwright Georg Dreyman's lover and a renowned actress Christa-Maria Sieland are just superb in their roles. Moreover, Martina is more than a treat to watch. Dreyman's role is played by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sebastian_Koch"&gt;Sebastian Koch&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is a fine balance between emotions and thrills of life. It captures those turbulent times (5 years before the breaking of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin_wall"&gt;Berlin Wall&lt;/a&gt;) in a fascinating way. One could not live even his own life in a peaceful manner as almost everybody was kept under the eyes of the Stasi, Ministry for State Security. By listening to people's conversations and their mannerisms, each one's fate was decided -- whether the person is reliable or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wiesler is asked to spy upon the lives of the playwright Dreyman and his lover Christa-Maria. In the process of observing their lives, Wiesler himself gets absorbed and even plays an active part in trying to alter some situations. However, what causes this stern and authoritarian Captain to soften up, is not told clearly in the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199962294279364834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SCn6J_PyYOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VikOz_YwPzY/s320/thelifeofothers.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martina Gedeck &amp;amp; Sebastian Koch in 'The Lives of Others'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The events of the movie are layered upon the viewer and he doesn't feel loaded by them. This gradual build up of drama and emotions is one of the strong points of the movie. The closing scene of the movie is really touching. The times are post-Berlin Wall and Weisler, doing some small jobs, sees a novel published by Dreyman and purchases it. On asked for an option to gift-wrap it, he replies: &lt;em&gt;"No, this is for me."&lt;/em&gt; It is one of the best scenes I've seen of late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The music of the movie is worth mentioning. It's an elixir for the ears. There's a piece of Beethoven - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano_Sonata_No._23_(Beethoven)"&gt;Appassionata&lt;/a&gt; about which Dreyman tells Christa-Maria that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Lenin"&gt;Lenin&lt;/a&gt; once said of it: &lt;em&gt;"If I keep listening to it, I won't be able to finish the revolution." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The movie has strong after-effects and you continue to think about something even on coming back to your home (in fact more so then). All-in-all, a must watch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-2274785776287731152?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/lives-of-others.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SCn5b_PyYMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NWxnk524rRI/s72-c/13-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572017253427625268.post-5639544507795503077</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-12T20:59:38.122+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumbai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paintings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Women</category><title>Nudes disrobed!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disrobing in front of strangers, lying to friends and family, not being able to celebrate the excitement of being immortalised by art. It’s just another day at work for Mumbai’s nude models, finds Labonita Ghosh in &lt;a href="http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?newsid=1163664"&gt;this worth-reading urban tale&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What would my neighbours say if they knew that I sit naked for hours in front of people young enough to be my grandchildren?,” says Arai Shankar Naidu, a sprightly grandmother-of-two and a full time nude model for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sir_J._J._School_of_Art"&gt;JJ School of Art&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199505464377893042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SChaq_PyYLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HYe5oZOssWM/s320/Nudes+--+Anita.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paintings.novica.com/artistic-nudes/india/framed-desire-2006/147110/"&gt;Framed Desire (2006) -- Anita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572017253427625268-5639544507795503077?l=rahul-gaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rahul-gaur.blogspot.com/2008/05/nudes-disrobed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RahulG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-CONZJBCSg/SChaq_PyYLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HYe5oZOssWM/s72-c/Nudes+--+Anita.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
