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But the garbage would mostly comprise of my theories, philosophies, opinions, rants, cribs.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saurabh-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://saurabh-shah.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Saurabh Shah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819105731065341920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OugtZkxc8Mw/TkNYqCkeaTI/AAAAAAAAEns/syvTpB-FvvA/s220/DSC01998.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WasteOfTimeOnEarth" /><feedburner:info uri="wasteoftimeonearth" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMDRX85fyp7ImA9WhdbEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048028766265378292.post-323410990005458014</id><published>2011-10-08T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:54:34.127-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-08T15:54:34.127-07:00</app:edited><title>The World Post Steve J.</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am too small a person to comment on SteveJ in any way, but I am big enough to comment on the world post his departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- Some souls felt that changing their profile pics to SteveJ's would make them as great and awesome as him and would enable them to exhibit to the world how much their lives are influenced by him. Some are even considering fathering a child before marriage and making a spiritual trip to India. (I've booked tickets .. but for other reasons).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- Poloneck makers' stocks sank to 52-week lows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- God's inbox got inundated with requests for pancreatic cancer by apple fanboys. The reason they offered: "Although we keep pasting snippets from his speeches and videos endlessly, it's impossible to live those snippets. Yes we are only big noise-makers, but we want to die, the way he did" (and relieve the Social Network sites of noise pollution).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- His death served as a good cover-up for the horrible iPhone-almost-5-but-4S and boosted sales. (Out of the fear that iPhone 5 might actually be worse, with Tim Cook in charge as chef).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- Stories of him denying fatherhood to his first child suddenly became a "yeah whatever".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- Every CEO thought they'd lost a mentor (or at least said so), who kept giving them a mouthful from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- A few more people from developing nations now know about Apple. Although they may never get a bite of it ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- Suddenly Richard Stallman (and Open Source) is a&amp;nbsp;villain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-- I shaved on Saturday as usual. No change there. I'm told Steve shaved on Saturdays too, irrespective of when the product-launches were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the food-court, that I usually go to, to satiate hunger and indulge my taste buds. They did not have anything exciting on the menu and apparently the queue wasn't worth the wait. So I hopped out and went to Subway for a foot-long. There was a lady ahead of me, who was customizing her 2 sandwiches with great care and patience, inquiring about the bread types and available cheese flavors, then mulling over whether or not to include Avocados. I was growing impatient, owing to hunger and owing to something that I wanted to quickly try out, once in office.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Several thoughts passes my mind, including ones about obesity in this part of the world when the lady ordered extra cheese and also thoughts about how relaxed people here are, with no consideration for how long the queue behind them is. Finally, she was done with her endlessly customized sub. And consequently me too. I felt relaxed that I finally had lunch in my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left the shop, after her, and saw something that made me feel terrible about myself. She gave away the sub to a street side beggar outside Subway (Yes, we have beggars here, post recession). Here I was thinking about obesity and other stupid, irrelevant details. And she displayed qualities of a true humanitarian, selfless being. She put efforts in setting up the sub, much more efforts than I, ever, put in for setting up mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That moment completely shattered all the perceptions I had about myself. I hold a good position with a reputed employer in the beautiful state of California, which I was proud of. &amp;nbsp;But the truth is that I am just another human being, selfish, materialistic and indifferent to people starving and dying. What I hold is of no use to anyone else and probably not even me. I can forgive people, but there is no way I am going to be able to forgive myself and there is no reason why I should, unless I perform some deeds of benevolence with a kind heart. I hope this realization proves to be the first step towards doing what really needs to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I needed a wake up call. I got one.&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/5048028766265378292-6671882309833246191?l=saurabh-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But anyway, if the browser is intelligent enough to save its own and your time, why can't you be? Umm ... because we have an ego that the browser doesn't. Umm .. because mum told us when we were young, that we should persevere and never give up and then be a failure and then try to learn from that failure and then build hopes of success. Non-sense. Your time is not unlimited. You will be timed out too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And before that happens, you want to save as much time, as possible, by avoiding working on things that are not going to work out anyway. But how do we know, without trying endlessly? Lets assume probably they would work out, but the amount of time required would make them&amp;nbsp;unfeasible. We need timers. We need to time out our attempts. And we already do it in our small little way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have this thing called the alarm-clock, or a smart-phone with an inbuilt alarm functionality, with the ability to choose from various melodious tones, that wake us up from our Penelope Cruz (replace with your favorite chick) dreams. Timed out. Call someone and after 4 or so rings, if still unanswered, you reach her voice-mailbox. Timed out. So the point is, try and then try more, but set a deadline and discontinue once it is past that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lets say, you want to woo this girl, who you think, won't even give you a tiny rat's ass. Try pushing the envelope down her throat (deep). Maybe like 3 times. And if that doesn't work, cheat yourself and increase the deadline to 5 times and push harder. And if that doesn't work either then visit this post again and don't forget to set a limit on how many times you visit this post. Move on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a serious note, surprisingly, such timing out strategies work really well with stocks and other such instruments. I don't know why, but there is data that proves that such strategies are better than any other such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Please don't try this at home). Starting a gig? Give yourself a fixed number of years to make it work. If it does, all good, if it doesn't, move on. Want to make kids? ... stop reading this post and go back to making kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Timed out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Run 10 miles in a go or 50 Surya-namaskars non-stop or bike 20 miles, each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Spend a month in country side NZ / India / Europe once a year (depending on how much money I have). Hiking, staring at the world from a mountain-top. And NO FB uploads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Learn Sanskrit and get access to super-awesome, ancient philosophical books like the "Karma Grantha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Make a 500% return in the stock markets in any 12 continuous months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) Give away a major chunk of that money to philanthropic causes. Mainly those dealing with hunger and disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) Keep only a few clothes, a shelter and a laptop. Get rid of all other materials in life as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) Die peacefully, without disease, while praying or sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#1 is out of my guilt of not having biked in the last couple of months and also the fact that I'm aging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#2 Have done this partly before in Rajasthan and Gujarat. It was bliss. Never had so much of peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#3 Started on this in my engineering days but gave up after a month or so. Bad time to begin, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#4 Have figured how to, and did a pilot, took 4 years of research. Actual target results will require some favorable winds. I can wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#5 Did this for 2 years in the past, but limited to 10%. Don't know why I stopped. I'm stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#6 Living this already \m/ (well almost).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#7 Haven't quite tried doing this before. Maybe Life can share this item on its own to-do list for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simple list. Additions allowed. Subtractions aren't! Suggestions, criticism welcome.&amp;nbsp;With some effort I'll make the top 6 possible, my 2 cents :P. And have my fingers crossed for #7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a very enthu rat-race participant and might forget about this altogether, come Monday. But we'll see.&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/5048028766265378292-8378549569933386636?l=saurabh-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Symptom - Corruption (at grass root levels, not national level).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ongoing treatment - Rallies, bills for stricter laws, lectures about India's cultural heritage, general grumbling about the nation being dishonest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disease - Population. Excess population causes low-per-capita, makes people poorer. They can't even satisfy their basic needs. Policemen are forced into accepting bribes. Everyone needs enough of food, clothing and shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Symptom - Crime rate growth. Indifference to everyday killing and death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ongoing treatment - None. (Knock on all doors only when its related to you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disease - Population. Laws in economics clearly state that the thing that is in excess supply, loses value. Excess supply of human beings reduces the value of human life. That is why people in IT in India get paid 1/15 of what they get paid in USA (adjusted for the crazy work hours).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Symptom - Parental pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ongoing treatment - Awareness through innovative concepts in schools. Public lectures by psychologists and blogs and presentations by people who have a lot of money and just want to shit (read "lessons") to prove their value and how they made it "big".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disease - Population. There are just too many kids and too few opportunities. Parents don't want their kids to lose out. No parent can imagine their kid dying of hunger. Becoming a cricketer is difficult. Lets all become engineers. Tired of seeing shit engineers everywhere, who don't even have the balls to write their own code. But they're innocent, I'll blame it on population.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Symptom - Inflation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ongoing treatment - increase in interest rates, thereby stunting growth and forcing poverty anyway. So inflation or no inflation, thou shallst be poor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disease - Population. When the hungry middle-class gains buying power, they shop like crazy, thus shooting up prices and making themselves poorer, even with their new high incomes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Symptom - Brain-drain&lt;br /&gt;
Treatment - Cribbing about it, sitting back in India. Organizing debates.&lt;br /&gt;
Disease - Population. Most want to leave for the less populated, more per-capita nations. It's just that it is easier for those with qualifications!. And stupid people think, those with brains are migrating. There is no such thing as "brain-drain". It's just a "we-have-a-visa-drain".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Symptom - Population. (This recursive thingie is my personal fav).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ongoing treatment - none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disease - No prizes for guesses. The growing population, "invented" technology to make their lives comfortable and increased life expectancy, thus unknowingly screwing themselves on the deal. Less people are dying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In theory, I could write a fat book on symptoms and then be categorized as a moron, since I'd digress from the disease. So lets stick to the disease. Population. A lot of people, my age, are getting married. My only request would be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Don't make love. But again, that's against evolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Don't make kids. But again, that's against social pressures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Have just 1 kid. C&lt;i&gt;hhota parivar sukhi parivar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To people from past generations: You screwed our lives! Stop reading this blog and spread the word.&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/5048028766265378292-3471315741015074995?l=saurabh-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Laughter or smiling has been considered because, that is the time, I think, when you are fully happy. When you laugh, you just really only laugh, physically and mentally. And that immediately creates a memory. The days which are most memorable are, mostly, the days when you laughed or smiled A LOT, be it with friends, family or some other occasion involving philanthropy, benevolence etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyperricone.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/istock_laughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.dailyperricone.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/istock_laughter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People cherish memories of their college days, probably, because of the same reason. The Happiness Density is very high over that period! So the whole point is to maximize the density. And some ways of doing that could be staying close to students, producing and raising kids, having a bunch of closely-knit friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And just in case you've forgotten what laughing is, watch this high density video :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3r61hlyyto&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3r61hlyyto&amp;amp;feature=related&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/5048028766265378292-2901925723792494328?l=saurabh-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You stroll for a while, listening to the waves, looking at the skies, with a smile on your face. Then you set sight on the colorful and calm horizon far away. You think, if this is so good, then the place where the horizon is, must be even more beautiful. You start staring at the horizon, with a desire to be at the horizon, slowly building up. And, even before you realize, your mind is completely clouded with an intense desire to set foot on the horizon. You are no longer "in the moment". You start packing, setup sails and set out for your horizon-dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paintermagazine.co.uk/users/2339/thm1024/ddgrafixto_the_horizon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://www.paintermagazine.co.uk/users/2339/thm1024/ddgrafixto_the_horizon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You go through the journey, not with the same pleasure, but an impatience to reach the horizon. After a while you get pretty far off from the beach and are completely convinced that you are at the horizon. Or are you? You can still see a horizon from where you are and this is the point where total confusion comes into being!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I really at the horizon? Is the horizon still far away? Is it within my reach? Should I embark upon another journey to the true horizon? But what if a similar thing happens when I try to reach there? Does a place called horizon even exist? Should I just go back to my beautiful beach and forget about the horizon? But what about the pains I've taken to reach here? so on and so forth .... a list of endless questions, which only you have an answer to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this point some people carry on with their journey to the non-existent "perfect horizon". Some get back to where they came from, with a joy greater than reaching the horizon and some blog about this whole thing, still in confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Which one do we buy? (Hint: none). Both are incorrect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An ascetic once explained to me the complete theory behind what goes into things that happen, which to my knowledge, was completely complete and flawless. Here is the list of items that make things happen (in that order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Efforts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Nature of the target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) The correct composition of the above 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It will make sense once we run through a mundane example (that was given to me). Assume that you like to have tea as soon as you wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) If you have enough LUCK (good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;) left: you'll wake up :P and you'll have all the materials required to make tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) But merely having ingredients is not enough. You need to make EFFORTS to get out of your bed, go to the kitchen and combine all the ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) But what if the milk is spoilt? The NATURE OF THE TARGET won't allow you to make tea. I mean, you have milk and you are willing to make efforts but..  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Enough. Lets be optimistic. We have everything that it takes. Everything is good and perfect. We are determined to make tea. We mix all the right things. Done? Not yet .. you need to give it TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) We are on point-5 and still dying for some tea! Unfair. But this is the last hurdle. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, if LUCK, EFFORTS, TARGET AND TIME get combined in the right quantities (I mean, come on, you need the right brand of tea powder, need to give time to boil properly etc), what you get is a nice, hot, tasty, kick-ass cup of tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Homework: There were 5 things that went into completing this blog-post. Identify them, elaborate on each and bug others with such theories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048028766265378292-3633933151205409712?l=saurabh-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I'm a foodie and I've come across the following points, in multiple articles/books, written by experts. Realized that I'm approaching 25 and thought I should put neglected things in place! So this is a list of tips "&lt;b&gt;that work&lt;/b&gt;". (If you're looking to gain / reduce weight, cure something, then you need an expert. This article will help you with controlling weight, health and longevity in general).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a heavy and nutritious breakfast.(Cereals, milk, fruits, vegetables - no fast food)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eat in small quantities every 2-3 hours to prevent overeating after a huge gap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It takes 20 minutes for the brain to realize that you are full. So eat steadily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prefer ice-creams to cookies. (Strictly no cookies).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prefer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paneer&lt;/span&gt; dishes to pizza.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Consume 7-0-80% of your daily intake before 4pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The stomach is at its worst after sunset, so avoid heavy dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avoid fruits, sweets (heavy or sugary stuff) at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There should be a gap of 2-3 hours between dinner/supper and sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sweets only before meals not after. (The concept of desserts sucks).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eat everything (read natural or lightly processed food) in appropriate quantities and keep varying the types.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No work / TV while having food. You might end-up overeating and might get into a wrong set of emotions. Focus on and enjoy what you eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drink plenty of water. (Especially for people who work in AC environments).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avoid fruit juices. Prefer fruits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have lots of ghee. (With exercise).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avoid soda / diet soda at ANY cost. (Diet soda actually makes you hungry).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically, eat EVERYTHING, but at an appropriate time and appropriate quantity depending on what you are eating and most importantly ENJOY WHAT YOU EAT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The above points are no substitute for exercise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5048028766265378292-933111624948721882?l=saurabh-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Graham (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buffett's&lt;/span&gt; guru) where an entire chapter has been devoted. I've realized (the hard way of course) that this is useful not just in investments but also in your own hunky-dory life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..to make stuff less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;textbookish&lt;/span&gt; lets consider some applications...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave for the bus in such a way so that you reach the stop 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; prior to the arrival time. You don't want to "just smile" at your hot neighbour while running for the bus. A couple of sweet extra minutes could make your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you value a business at $100 then pay $50. You could be wrong in your calculations but not wrong by 50%, unless you are from the weather department. Heads you win, tails you don't lose too much (credits -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mohnish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pabrai&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pabrai&lt;/span&gt; Funds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more GK...&lt;br /&gt;The "Under promise, over deliver" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;funda&lt;/span&gt; is also a close kin of this concept.&lt;br /&gt;Tell your boss that you'd deliver the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;deliverable&lt;/span&gt; by the end of next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;millennium&lt;/span&gt; and deliver it right at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;EOD&lt;/span&gt;. This way even if you take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;millennium&lt;/span&gt; it's within predictions but you score bonus points for delivering early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise your girlfriend an aluminium ring and buy a gold (plated silver) ring. The quality of your night(s) won't improve with buying diamonds straightaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAQ*&lt;br /&gt;1)...dude...I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt; on the last molecule of the edge...Do I need your margin?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ..dude..to enjoy staying longer on the edge stay a couple of meters away from the edge...a gusty wind could sweep you off the edge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) ...dude...my intelligent husband knows about this concept already...he goes to the gym thrice a day to stay extra-fit&lt;br /&gt;Ans: You bet its a unisex gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Quiz:&lt;br /&gt;If your wife estimates the shopping expenditure to be $5000, how much should you carry?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: None! (Married guys wud know better about history's annoying habits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion...2 great people (Warren &amp;amp; I) have been using this funda to reap handsome returns. You should too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048028766265378292-8082687994377667722?l=saurabh-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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